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Chapter 20

Emery

Hands caress my breasts and the heat that has built in my core is so close to exploding that I'm holding my breath. I have no idea who is fucking me right now; all I know is that it feels amazing. My nipple is pinched, and I gasp as heat flares, but there is something I'm supposed to remember . . . Oh, fuck.

I shake my head and try to pull away. "No, no, stop."

Everything pauses, and I sob, the fire raging through me burning my veins.

So. Fucking. Close.

"Emmy? That's not one of our safe words," the voice behind me says, his cock buried so deeply inside of me, I'm sure the shape of my stomach changes with each thrust.

I shiver and try to get the words out through numb lips. "Was going to come."

Fingers pinch at my nipple, and I gasp, clenching my thighs as a simultaneous zing shoots straight up my vagina. Then both hands are gone and I'm lowered until the upper half of my body is resting on Daddy's legs again. His cock is only a couple inches from my face, and I desperately want it back in my mouth.

The cloth-covered thigh under my head shifts, the muscles going taut as Daddy shifts forward. He combs his fingers through my hair and tips my head back so that I look at him, even if the angle is straining my neck.

For some reason, I think he might enjoy the pain he is causing me.

He traces a finger down my cheek. "Thank you for telling us."

I blink, my brain struggling to come online and participate when it would prefer to be in the floaty haziness of a minute ago. "Reward?"

Daddy smirks down at me. "Yes, baby, you'll get your reward. We'll tally them up, and at the end of the night, you'll get everything our good girl deserves."

My lashes flutter. Good girl. That's what I want to be.

I haven't ever been anyone's good girl.

I've been filthy.

Slut.

Whore.

Bitch.

Dirty.

But never a good girl.

"Okay, Daddy," I reply quietly before humming out a moan as the dick that is inside of me starts to pull out. The backs of my thighs feel wet, and I wonder if that's from me? Did I piss myself or is that . . .?

Surely not.

But I'm so horny.

And I already came once.

Yes, it must be that.

Shock rockets through me as the dick leaves me completely, and I gasp. My pussy feels open and empty. Hands grip my hips and someone leans over me, draping their body over my back before they press a kiss to my shoulder.

"Your pussy is fucking glorious, kitten."

Viper.

I suck in a breath and close my eyes again as emotion swells in me, but then he's gone. I almost cry out, but then I feel someone else kneeling behind me.

Angel. It must be him.

Hunter took me first. I know, because I felt the piercing every time he entered me, dragging past my entrance and then rubbing that spot inside of me that lit me up from the inside out.

He used my arms to keep me hovering above Daddy's dick, my lips trying to keep him inside me, but all I ended up doing was silently screaming as Hunter rearranged my insides. Saliva flowed from my open mouth, down over Daddy's cock, and I had no choice but to stare at it.

A blunt head presses against my slit and then he slides into me and I could cry with relief.

Fingers pull through my hair. I'm sure it looks gentle, but it's anything but. They tug and snag, but never heed to the resistance.

"Next time you get close to orgasm, baby, I want to hear you beg to come."

My eyes fly open and I stare up at Daddy, my face gently rocking backward and forward against his thigh as his friend slowly fucks me from behind. I frown.

I don't have permission to come.

But he wants me to beg.

"But . . ."

He presses a thumb to my lips, and I eagerly suck it into my mouth, wishing it was a completely different part of him in my mouth. "But nothing. You still don't have permission to come. We would all just love to listen to you beg."

Viper suddenly appears over Daddy's shoulder, and it takes my sluggish brain a minute to work out that he is standing behind the couch. "And kitten, it will let us know to slow down so that you don't earn yourself a punishment."

"So, you can beg for us, or you can come. Reward. Or Punishment. It's your choice, baby," Daddy explains as he removes his thumb from my mouth.

My lips form an O as I lower my gaze, which causes it to snag on Daddy's cock. Fuck, I want to be impaled on that again. Feeling helpless. Stuck. Used. Not being able to bob up and down, and only being able to use my tongue and jaw to pleasure him was . . .

Just thinking about it had my throat aching with need.

I flick my gaze up to Daddy's and then back to his dick.

He raises an eyebrow. "Do you want to suck my cock again, baby?"

I nod, eyes flicking between his face and his dick. "Yes, please, Daddy."

"What my baby wants," he replies as he grabs my hair and guides me over his dick.

He hovers my face there, his fucking amazing dick just out of reach of my mouth, as Angel pulls all the way out of me before slowly sliding back in. Needing to taste Daddy, I wait until Angel is almost all the way in, and then I use his momentum to reach out with my tongue and lick at the head of Daddy's dick like a lollipop.

Daddy makes a hissing noise before applying pressure to the back of my head. But because I was straining against his hold, I end up deep throating him in a single move. I gag and cough at first, my stomach clenching, and I hear Angel groan from behind me.

"Fuck, her pussy clenches when she gags. Do it again." He grips my ass with both hands and squeezes, hard, and pain flares across both cheeks.

Daddy adjusts his hold to either side of my face and raises my head. Then he thrusts his pelvis up as he forces my head down. Understanding the assignment, I gag so hard that my abs feel like they are touching my fucking spine.

Angel picks up his pace. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Princess, you feel so fucking tight."

My body ricochets forward with every slap of my thighs against his, and I'd tell him his dick feels amazing if my mouth wasn't full of Daddy's dick.

The burning of my lungs becomes a secondary sensation as Angel picks up his pace, his dick hitting me just right and fueling the fire within me.

Way too quickly, I feel my orgasm building, but I can't get the words out.

Panic starts because I don't want to be a bad girl. No. Not tonight. I want to be good. So good. I don't want a punishment. Tonight is my only night to be a good girl. This is my one chance.

I shake my head from side to side and then remember the thing about my fists. Quickly, I form one first and try to turn my head to the side. As soon as my lips are free of Daddy's dick, I give them what they want to hear.

"Please, I need to come. Oh my god, I need it. Please. Daddy, can I please come? Daddies. I need . . . I need . . . fuck. Please. Your cock feels too good. Can I come? Please? Can I? I don't think I can hold it. Daddies, I need you, please."

Angel's thrusts slow, and then he pulls all the way out of me.

"No," I all but scream on a sob. "No, don't, please, I'll be good. Don't stop. I need more. Please."

Tears well in my eyes and my chest aches.

"Shh, baby. It's okay. You'll get your rewards," Daddy soothes, not bothering to wipe my tears away. His next word isn't directed at me. "Bedroom?"

Agreement must be reached because gentle hands pull me upright, then Hunter crouches down in front of me.

I've barely had a chance to get my fill of their gorgeous bodies during our time so far, and now is no different.

He slips his hands between my biceps and my ribs and lifts me clean off the floor with his hands cupping my ass cheeks. His voice is low and husky when he says, "Wrap your legs around me."

My hips twinge and my abs protest, but I lift my legs to wrap around his waist. Hunter repositions his hands, wrapping one around my back and arms while brushing the curve of my ass with the other. He raises me slightly, and then I feel his hand at my entrance, followed by him entering me. Once I am fully seated, he cradles me against his chest as we both catch our breaths.

When the overwhelming feeling of him inside me subsides a little, I clench my thighs around him and rock my hips, the urge to come still riding me hard.

A sharp sting flares in the side of my neck, and my body is conflicted over whether I should move closer or farther away from the painful bite. He releases his teeth, then sucks at my neck, like he is a vampire trying to drink my blood.

And maybe he is. Maybe he wants another taste.

Then he whispers, "I wish I brought my knives with me."

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