Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94834 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I have both Sawyer’s and Cross’s attention too, but I keep my eyes locked on Dalton, watching the way his cock thickens in his pants. So fucking delicious.
This is going to be fun.
Striding toward Dalton, I keep my eyes locked on his, making sure there’s just enough sway in my hips to hold every last ounce of his attention. I walk right up to him, my finger brushing up his strong arm as he sits before me. I trail it over his wide shoulder as I make my way behind him and then lean down, my lips right at his ear. My tongue pokes out and I roll it up the side of his neck before capturing his earlobe between my teeth.
Dalton groans and adjusts his monster cock in his pants, the outline of his piercing staring back at me. “Just so you know,” I tell him, my voice so low he turns his head just to hear me. “I’m going to fuck your friends.”
Glancing up, I peer over at Cross who watches the way Dalton’s face falls. “I think I’ll start with him,” I tell Dalton. “Good God, he’s big. I bet he’s even bigger than you. I won’t lie though, that cock of yours was delicious. It’s a shame I’m going to fuck your friends so hard it’ll erase any memory of you ever being there.”
I roll my tongue over my bottom lip, letting him see the hunger in my eyes. His jaw clenches as he realizes just how far I’m willing to take this. “I bet a man like that likes to go in bare. He’ll fuck me until I scream, and once he’s done and his warm cum is trailing down my thigh, I’ll fuck Sawyer, and it’ll be his name on my lips.”
“Be my guest, Firefly,” he says, swallowing hard. “You know no one will be able to fuck you like I did, but if you want to whore yourself out, that’s your business.”
I moan his name in his ear, and his whole body tightens. “I changed my mind,” I whisper, and a ray of hope briefly sparks in his eyes, but I’m not the one, and today is not the day. I’m more than happy to shut him down all over again. “I’m gonna fuck them together. Cross in my tight little cunt, while Sawyer claims my ass, and all you’ll be able to do is watch.”
Dalton scoffs. “Whatever you say. They won’t fucking touch you.”
“No?” I question, brushing my hand under his chin and forcing him to glance back at his friend. “Look how they’re watching me. See the hunger in their eyes? They want to taste me, fuck me, feel me squeezing their cocks. They wanna know how warm it is, how tight it is. They wanna know everything that you do. Don’t try to deny it, Dalton. You’re the one who put the thoughts in their heads. You’re the one who left them wondering what’s so fucking good about me. Why’s this bitch got Dalton Eros in such a fucking bind?”
Dalton tears his chin out of my grasp, and I see the frustration clouding his eyes. Without waiting for whatever insult is coming my way, I stride across the room, taking another swig of Champagne. I don’t know how this is going to go or who’s going to end up where, all I know is that I’m down for whatever’s coming my way. Whether Dalton can find the balls to demand I get on my knees or not.
I reach the door, raise my hand to the small dimmer by the frame, and give it a subtle turn, letting the room darken around us. I leave just enough light for Dalton to witness every last thing I plan to do to his friends, and as I turn back to them, I find all three of their heated stares locked on me.
None of them make a move, leaving the ball in my court, and I take full advantage. Glancing between Sawyer and Cross, I know without a doubt that Sawyer would be the easiest to crack, but I’m not interested in easy. I like a fucking challenge, and something tells me that getting Dalton’s friends to worship at my feet is going to be the best kind of revenge.
Reaching up my back, my fingers curl around the small zipper, and I slowly drag it down as I move closer to Cross. His eyes lock onto my body, watching as the fabric loosens around me. I trail my fingers up to my shoulder and he follows the movement just as I knew he would. I push the thin strap off my shoulder and the dress bunches around the top of my breast, the low lighting creating a soft glow across my skin.
His dark eyes become hooded, and I step right between his legs, reaching down to his hand and bringing it up to touch my body, gently pressing it against the curve of my breast. My hand overlaps his and I apply more pressure, letting him know just how badly I crave his touch. His thumb stretches out, brushing over my nipple, and I suck in a breath as it hardens beneath his touch.