“I touched her on the horse.”
“Did you let him touch you on the horse,Toni?”
And Toni, burning, confessed, “A little.”
“Did you love it?”
“I . . . well . . . yes.”
“I’m thinking you probably want to spank her. I’d paddle this rear if she were mine,” Heath offered.
“And right you are, Heathcliff, right you are.”
She squealed when Grey flipped her around. “Am I getting spanked?” she cried.
“Were you naughty?”
“Yes.”
“Then I’m going to have to smack your ass. Get over here.”
Biting back her smile, she let him set her across his lap, his desire stabbing into her abdomen. He smoothed his hand across the curve of her ass, his palm warm and dry.When he hesitated, she lifted her head, cocked it to the side, and kissed him.
“Give me that little tongue,” he growled.
When she pushed her tongue into his mouth, he suckled it with relish. No sooner had he let go of her mouth than a slap landed on her left cheek, making her stiffen. “That is for not waiting for me.” A second slap stung across her left cheek, tearing a squeal from her. “That is for letting him touch you.”
She heard one of Heath’s more cynical snorts.“You spank like a sissy, Grey. Oh, wait.You are a sissy.”
Grey chuckled against her nape, rubbing the places he’d abused. “I don’t want to hurt my baby.” He kissed each of her round cheeks. “This is my little baby and I need to take care of her.”
“For your information, I’m a big girl and I can definitely—oooh!”
He slapped her so hard she felt the sting in her clit; then he grabbed her wrists and yanked them up over her head, trapping them with one powerful hand as he shoved her flat on the bed.
“You want rough?”
A twinge of excitement skittered up her spine. “Yes.”
He scissored her legs open and stroked her entry. His cock rubbed every inch of her lips and every fierce pulse in him resonated between her thighs.The sensitive bead of her clitoris received delicious stimulation from the contact with the sheets.
“Heath’s been a bad boy,” he growled, nipping the small pearl earring at her ear. His breath burst out of him in hot, furious pants. “Now he gets to watch. Are you watching, Heathcliff?”
“I’m watching.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m in my hand, I’m so hard.”
“Good.You’re not getting any yet.” Grey screwed into her damp pussy, and when he started expertly circling his hips, she felt herself contract. Ready to come again, ready to explode.
He pushed her to the limit and then retracted, and when he growled, “Eat Heath’s cock,”Toni was thirsty to oblige.
Heath moved over and knelt before her. The next second he was ramming down to her throat. She struggled to take all of his hot flesh inside her, unaware that she was rubbing herself against the sheets until Grey continued pushing into her with fierce, hot jabs.
She whimpered in heat, clutching the sheets in her fists to hold herself in place, stomach and pelvis rubbing against the bed at his impacts. Her tongue traveled, flat and hungry, under Heath’s thick penis, then around the head. Her nerves quivered, her muscles contracted, and she felt herself get pulled inward, crammed tightly, impossibly tightly, in the very pit of her, and her orgasm crashed into her. . . .
“I got you.”