Her breath caught as he thrust his middle finger right inside her cunt, swirling gently one way or the other. “There we go.” He winked. “Tell me and I’ll keep doing what I’m doing, making you hot, making you need.”
His cock stretched out the terrycloth pants he wore. She could see the fine ridges in his swollen shaft and wanted to trace them with her tongue. Instead, she squeezed the finger inside her, pulsing around the lone digit. “Tyler fucked my ass. Flint screwed my pussy.” She didn’t bat an eye as she remembered the fulfilling moment they’d shared. “They rocked me between them. Tyler would throw me forward and Flint would push me back. They took turns entering me.” His finger stilled. She pulsed at emptiness, longing for his touch. “When we were all worked up, ready to come, they then fucked me at the same time.”
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Yes.”
“More than when there were three of us inside you?”
“No. Never.”
He yanked down her panties and stared at her pussy. “I’m punishing you now, sub. Do you know why?”
“No.” She shook her head, completely disappointed. She had been trying to do everything he asked of her, everything he wanted.
He spanked her pussy, giving her four solid wallops and pulling back and staring at her with wild wonder, that incredible look she’d learned to love so very long ago. He’d wanted her then. He’d ached for her. Now, that burning gaze bore into her with knowledge, but the look was nearly the same.
“Privately, you address me as Sir and I’ll address you as sub.”
“But not publicly, Sir?”
“No.”
“Why?”
He rubbed his hand over her heat, inserting another finger inside her and twirling it higher than before. “Because I don’t want a public relationship.”
“Oh,” she said quietly. “I see.”
His lips twitched. “No, you apparently don’t.” He curved one arm over her waist and used his free hand to brush her bangs away from her forehead. She loved that. God help her, she loved pretty much everything he did, but she wanted him in public as much as she wanted him in private. She didn’t want him to hide her, to be ashamed to let the world know that she belonged to him.
“You read what I was saying incorrectly. I want everyone to know you belong to me and when the time comes, we’ll collar you. Do you understand what that means?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, Vicky wears a collar.”
“I noticed. Do you like that?”
“Yes, but there are some things I don’t understand or perhaps don’t think I’d like to understand them.”
“Like?”
“Well, with the exception of breakfast, when Vicky eats with them, she waits at their feet until one of them or both of them give her permission to join them at the table.”
“I thought that was sexy as hell.”
“Did you?” She swallowed. She didn’t think so but maybe she would feel differently if they were alone.
“Yes, but I don’t want it for you.”
“If you think something is sexy, I want to try it. There’s nothing I won’t do for you.” Brianna meant it. She’d known it before their very first kiss, had known from the moment she’d realized she loved them all. Jax and his brothers could ask anything of her and she’d try her best to satisfy them.
“There’s nothing we won’t do for you, sub,” he said, pulling her gown higher and situating himself between her legs.
As soon as he was there, he went straight to work at his cause—to drive her crazy.
His tongue whipped around her clit as his hot breath skimmed her folds, suckling them one minute, tracing them with the tip of his tongue the next. Then, she felt his cheeks against her upper thighs and she nearly came as she thought of how close he was, how quickly things would soon heat up between them.
Turning his head right to left and back to the right again, he sucked and licked, lapped at her as if she were his life source or his nutritional value. He popped her pussy with his hand and she cried out in pleasure, loving the way her channel heated another degree hotter.