Possession (The Mate Games 3)

A low grunt came from Kingston, who was openly stroking himself as he watched the show with rapt attention. Caleb stood with intense focus in his eyes, but from the straining fabric of his boxers, he was just as affected as the rest of us.

“Get what you want, gentlemen. If she’s good, she can have her orgasm too,” the priest said.

Thorne and I began moving in a careful sort of dance. He pulled back, I sank in, over and over, until Sunday was practically weeping with the need to climax, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Please, Daddy, I need to come,” she whimpered.

“Not yet, my darling one.”

Noah tipped his face to Sunday’s ear. “You love it when he calls you his good girl, but you and I both know just how dirty you really are. You love to be naughty, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Would a good girl let herself be impaled by two men at the same time?”

“N-no.”

Noah’s dark chuckle filled the room. “Then why are you listening to him right now?”

He nipped her throat where the mark he’d given her still appeared as a raised scar. “Come for me, dove. Don’t worry about the priest. Take what you want. Give me what I need.”

Indecision warred on her face. She wanted to please both of them. I wouldn’t make her choose. Reaching down, I pinched that slick bundle of nerves, making all three of us cry out as she arched her back.

The shift in position set off Noah’s climax, and the tight clamp of her contracting walls took me over the edge right behind him.

“Come for me, sweetling. You’ve been my good girl. Now you may take your reward.”

I was pretty sure from the way she was clenching me that she was already coming, but the whispered command gave her permission to let go. Sunday screamed out her release, grinding down on both of us as we pumped her full of our seed.

Noah claimed Sunday’s mouth while I rained kisses along the side of her neck. All of us were still working on coming back down from the high of our joint orgasms. The only sounds in the room were our breaths and hammering heartbeats.

Until Kingston spoke. “Hey, uh... does anyone have a towel? I made a mess over here.”