Sins of the Father (Ravens Ruin MC 1)

“Please,” I pant, feeling like I’m going to die if I don’t find some release soon.

Hot, wet heat surrounds me. My hands squeak on the table, unable to find purchase with the oil coating them.

“Xena do you have that—”

My body freezes at the sound of Lynch’s voice near the door. I’m thankful that the top of my head is pointed toward the door, that way I don’t make eye contact with him when I jolt and knock the hand towel off my eyes.

The rush of light makes everything real and less fantasy.

“Don’t let me interrupt.” His voice is husky, full of arousal, just like it was last night when I went to his room.Chapter 19Lynch

My cock is hard the second I walk in the room and see Xena’s head lowered to Candi’s decadent pussy. I know just how intoxicating and addictive her taste is, and I’m not surprised Xena has managed to wedge her tongue in there.

My mouth waters relentlessly for a taste, but I’m not one to ruin anyone’s fun.

“I don’t think—” Candi begins to sit up, pushing Xena’s head away. Disappointment fills the black-haired girl’s blue eyes, and I see a flash of recrimination when she looks at me.

I also see the moment Xena realizes that one sweet taste isn’t enough. She drops her head again, sucking Candi’s clit in her mouth in a plea to let her continue.

“Oh fuck!” Candi yelps.

“Does she feel good?” I ask as I come around the table and cup Candi’s jaw in my hand.

Her head jerks up and down. “You could take some pointers.”

A laugh erupts from my throat before I can stop it. No doubt Xena’s pussy eating skills are incredible. She prefers cunts over cocks, so it doesn’t surprise me, but my skills are unparalleled.

I leave them to lock the door. I’ve been interrupted too many times lately, and I don’t want anything to spook the girl writhing under Xena’s mouth.

Although I treated her like shit last night, Candi reaches for me when I draw closer. My cock throbs behind the denim of my jeans, displeased that it can’t reach for her too. I want her mouth on me, want her lips wrapped around my cock, but there’s something I need more.

She pants and whimpers near my mouth when I lean down, but I don’t bother paying any attention to Xena or what she’s doing to her. My sole focus is on her mouth. My tongue brushes her lips when I lick out and wet mine.

I swallow her moan of pleasure when her neck arches, responding to something that’s going on down below.

“Don’t come in her mouth,” I warn, knowing she probably won’t be able to stop herself.

“You’re going to have to stop bossing me around,” she breathes against my mouth.

“Never,” I say with a smile before covering her mouth with mine once again.

God. Her tongue feels perfect against mine. Gentle strokes turn frenzied as she begins to rock her body on the table. Xena groans in return when Candi whimpers into my mouth.

“You’re nothing but trouble,” I say against her kiss-swollen lips when I pull away.

Intense need to push Xena away and carry Candi out of this room where I can have her all to my damn self hits me hard, and that urge is too damn complicated. Those feelings aren’t something I want. The ache in my chest is uninvited, unwanted, and only serves to prove that everything that surrounds this woman is going to burn me to the ground.

Reigning in my control, I step back and work open the button and zipper on my jeans. My cock is pressing against her lips seconds later. I refuse to walk out of here with her any form of power over me, so I nudge my dick past her lips.

Biggest fucking mistake of my life.

Feeling her pussy throb in orgasm against my mouth was heaven.

The grip of her pussy on my cock was incredible.

Knowing what her superb fucking lips feel like clamped over my crown is a euphoria I can never walk away from.

That fact pisses me off even more. Knowing there’s a reason for her skill level as she cups my sack angers me. It pisses me off to know that the nirvana forcing my spine to tingle was shared with anyone else.

All of those thoughts, all of the urges I have to hang every man in her past restores my awareness of this situation.

She’s the villain here, the beast sinking her claws into me, tearing me apart from the inside out. She’s under my skin, in my fucking head, and controlling my emotions.

I’m a fucking murderer, a drug dealer, a hell-raiser with no conscience, yet here she is sucking my soul out of me. She’s owning me, directing my movement with the tight grip she has on my balls.