Satisfying Extortion (The Extortionists 2)

“What he said,” Marcus muttered, his gaze glued to her body.

“Ditto,” Kurt said, rolling his lips back and forth as if he were in deep thought. “You mentioned a show?”

She grinned. “Yes, but if I’m taking center stage, I want to play a game with rules in place.”

Blaez frowned. “What kind of rules?”

She’d pegged that one right. She would’ve bet an orgasm or two that Blaez wouldn’t find regulations or a set of proposed laws appealing.

“They’re nothing major,” she teased.

“Explain these rules.” Kurt stroked his jaw.

“Well for starters…” She butted her hips up against the dresser. “You have to stay over there.”

“For how long?” Marcus asked.

“Until the show is over.” She lifted her bottom and took a seat on the flat wooden surface.

“And how long will this little demonstration last?” Marcus had been pegged right, too. She’d tagged him as the impatient one.

“Just a few minutes or two,” she said, dipping her middle finger in her mouth and sucking on the slender digit.

“I damn sure want some of this,” Blaez said, relaxing on the bed.

“Oh, you’ll want some,” she said, fingering her clit. “But you’ve made me wait, you see.”

“Not intentionally,” Kurt grated out, seemingly the most distraught.

“But I’ve waited.”

“True, but—”

“And I haven’t liked it,” she said, cutting Kurt off before the conversation stumped her mood.

“Why don’t you show us what you like,” Blaez said, tossing his head back a bit. God, she loved that. Blaez and Kurt both did that little thing with their heads and it just drove her crazy.

She reached under her and pulled out the drawers on the left and right. She then propped her feet up and spread her legs, parting them wide enough so they could see whatever they wanted to see.

Cupping her breast, she pinched her nipple and pressed her head against the mirror behind her, already loving how they each tried to peer around her and see her ass scrunched up against the glass.

She lowered her hand between her legs and lifted her breast at the same time. Pinching her nipple, she moaned and twirled her fingers right outside her entrance while gauging that look of desire washing over her men’s faces, lighting a fire in each of their eyes.

“Do it,” Blaez said, the guttural need in his voice as deep and raw as any demand he’d ever made.

“She will.” Marcus focused on her pussy. “I’m positive of that.”

Suzette pressed one finger inside her cunt and roughly handled her breast, rubbing her nipple until it burned. Her locks curled underneath her chin and tickled her skin as she propelled her hand in motion, thrusting her fingers in and out of her cunt until the dampness between her folds became wetter and warmer.

“Show some mercy, baby,” Blaez said, tossing aside the sheet and sporting his long and thick erection. “Because if you don’t, two can play this game.” He pumped his cock up and down, watching her as she watched him.

“Anyone else want to play?”

“Yeah,” Marcus said, leaving the bed. “I do.”

“Ah, but you’re cheating.”

“As long as I’m cheating with you, it just doesn’t matter.”