Page 67 of Stay Little Fighter

I’m so close to the edge already, so worked up from everything these men have done to me already and all too aware of how far we have to go.

I want them all tonight. It’s greedy and unreasonable, but if the last few months have taught me anything, it’s that sometimes it’s okay to want everything.

“You look so fucking pretty right now, Chloe,” Ronan says as he pumps his hard cock slowly. A bead of precum gathers at the tip that makes my mouth water with anticipation. “You were made for this. Made to be worshipped by us. Made to be our perfect little slut.”

I groan and tighten my hold on Damon’s hair. The brothers are really doing a number on me right now.

“Do you like being our whore, Mama?”

“Yes,” I whine. “I love it.”

Ryker’s eyes flare with need as he pushes himself to his feet and comes to stand beside us again. I should have known he wouldn’t be able to keep himself away for long.

“How does she taste, Lombardi?” he rumbles, but the usual hostility is missing. If I’m honest, it’s been absent since the hospital, and my chest tightens with hope that has no place being there.

“Like my favorite meal,” he replies, his mouth never leaving me as I tug his hair harder.

I’m so close it hurts, but I need more, even if my release will be stolen from me at the last moment.

Ryker chuckles as he drops to his knees beside the armchair. He leans over the arm and drags his tongue over my peaked nipple.

“Fuck,” I cry out, the added stimulation shoving me to the edge.

Damon groans. “She fucking loved that. She’s clenching my fingers so tight I can barely move them.”

“Wait until you’re inside her when she does that.” Ryker moves to the other nipple and gives it the same soft treatment.

There’s something about the way they’re talking about my body like I’m not here that drives me higher. It’s fucking addictive being between them, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.

“I can’t fucking wait,” Damon admits, sucking my clit so hard I simultaneously drag his face closer and try to shove him away.

I won’t be able to stop myself from coming if he keeps it up, but I also can’t bring myself to beg him to stop.

Ryker nips at the hard peak as Damon’s fingers drag mercilessly over the front wall of my core.

“I’m going to come,” I cry out. “Please. Please let me come. Please.”

The words tumble out of their own accord, and I can’t find it in me to be self-conscious about begging them.

“Not yet, Mama,” Kingston says firmly. “You’ll come when we say, and not a moment sooner.”

But they don’t stop.

Their ministrations are relentless.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I desperately cling to Damon’s hair. It occurs to me that I’m probably hurting him, but the harder I tug, the more fiercely he devours me.

“Oh god. I can’t. Please. I can’t hold it.” I’m pleading now. My body and mind are lost to the fog, and my grasp on my release is slipping.

I don’t want to disappoint them, not when they’re giving me every fantasy I’ve ever had, but I can only hold out for so long before my body takes the reins.

Damon and Ryker share a look, and just as I reach the point of no return, they both pull back, leaving me panting in Kingston’s lap.

A rough sob tears from my chest, my body grieving the loss of the release it so desperately needs.

“You’re doing so good, Mama.”

“Such a good girl for us.” Ryker presses kisses across my collarbone.