Watching my best friend and Stella snowball is so fuckin’ hot my cock stirs again. Axel bounces Stella on his cock, and her head falls back as her tits jiggle, her round, smooth stomach leaning on Axel’s rock-hard abs.
Kian grabs her nipples while Axel rubs her clit, and Stella and Axel come in unison through the pleasure and pain. The sight is perfect. Absolutely perfect.
I stroke her cheek before moving to where she’s joined with Axel. I place my head between his legs and under her sweet cunt. He pulls out of her, his cum leaking from her sweet pussy. “Sit on my face, Stella.”
“I’m not sitting on your face. I’ll suffocate you,” she protests.
“Sit on my face, or I’ll let Kian belt your sweet cunt. Your choice, Stella. Another orgasm or a sore clit.”
Chapter Eleven
STELLA
OH, MY FUCKIN’ GOD. Having someone eat you out after an orgasm is the most incredible sensation in the world. I might walk away from this in shame, but at this moment, I’m experiencing euphoria. I’m convinced Ronan is the devil himself with a tongue like this. His mother should have named him Lucifer.
Kian’s fingers are still firmly on my nipples as he tugs, and Ronan’s tongue laps at my pussy. I never desired to be with multiple men at once, but now I’ve experienced it, I’m not sure I can ever go back to one man again.
“This is going to make monogamous relationships hard from now on,” I gasp.
“What makes you think we share, Kitten?” Axel demands.
I grind my pussy into Ronan’s mouth, intensifying the desire building inside me. “I meant after today.”
Kian laughs. “You’re ours, Sweet Girl. There won’t be other guys.”
My orgasm takes over, and my body ignites as I sit firmly on Ronan’s tongue. “Fuck you, Kian. You don’t own me.”
“You’re ours now. We claimed you. Game over.”
I’m trapped between ecstasy and hatred. As much as I want to deny them, Kian’s words hold the truth. “I fucked you!” I scream. “Sex means shit.”
Kian abandons my nipples to grip my jaw firmly. “You’re never escaping me. If you try to fuck anyone other than the three of us, I’ll kill the fucker. No one touches you ever again but us. It’s not that bad, Kitten. You came what, three times? Maybe four?”
I want to tell him to take a hike. Lie and say his dick isn’t special, none of theirs are, but I shut my mouth. Because the dark glint in his green eyes tells me he wouldn’t bluff about taking someone’s life if they so much as looked at me. I know without a doubt Kian is a cold-blooded killer. They all are.
Kian rubs his thumb against my bottom lip. “You’re ours now, Stella. You better get used to it.”
“Maybe for the summer, but you won’t be around once I get a job and move out.”
“Sweet Girl, we’ve been around since your senior year of high school. Ever wonder what happened to poor little Kevin Miller?”
My mind freezes. I stop moving against Ronan, but it doesn’t matter because his firm hands grip my thighs, and he takes over.
Kevin Miller was a rapist. A piece of shit who raped three girls in high school. He never tried to rape me because I was the idiot who dated him willingly and gave it up without a fight. Two weeks after we had sex, he disappeared. A body never to be found. We assumed he’d left town, but it was Kian, Axel, or Ronan. Or all of them. “You killed Kevin?”
“Sure fuckin’ did. We warned the fucker to leave you alone. He fucked you instead. No one fucks ours.”
“Is this why every guy I’ve ever been with ends up disappearing or dumping me?”
Kian smirks. “We didn’t fuck with all of them. One of them broke up with you. I broke his legs for dumping you. I wanted to kill him, but Rowan told me that was taking it too far.”
“Why would you break his legs?” I demand. “He did exactly what you wanted?”
The corners of Kian’s mouth turn up. The man is good-looking when he’s all grouchy, but when he smiles, he is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “He made you cry. No one makes you cry.”
“That’s ludicrous. You’ve spent a good chunk of time here in the forest making me cry. You going to break your own legs now?”
Kian strokes his open hand against my cheek. I’m not sure if it’s a loving touch or if he’s rubbing the mascara and blood into new patterns. “Sweet Girl, the way we make you cry excites you. How that fucker made you cry broke your heart. “
I’m fucked in the head because that’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard. Or perhaps my pussy is in control because my brain has sure left the building.