Page 64 of Prince of Pain
“That’s a good thing. Get naked and fuck me.”
“Tempest,” I bit out, the argument dying in my throat as she tugged my pants down, dropped to her knees, and pushed my dick down her throat. “Fuck.”
My hand moved to the back of her head to keep her in place, thrusting and making her gag. Her hands slid up my thighs and she dug her sharp nails into my ass cheeks, pulling herself closer and peering up at me, searching for approval.
I forced her face into my groin more, completely cutting off her air and watching her eyes water, loving how her throat tightened as the panic started kicking in.
“If you’re going to kill her, at least let me fuck her first,” Mason deadpanned, watching us as he fisted his dick now that he was completely naked.
My fingers threaded through her hair and yanked her back, her eyes not leaving mine as she choked on the air I let her have.
“Do you need oxygen, or my dick?” I murmured, not surprised with her answer.
“Your dick.”
“That’s right. I’ll fuck your mouth until you pass out if I want, won’t I?”
“Please,” she begged, and Mason groaned.
“Get her on the bed. I want her pussy strangling my cock.”
“You want to fuck him, Temp?” I asked, a whimper leaving her. “Go on then. Put on a show for me.”
I released her hair, and she scrambled to do as she was told, my dick hardening more as Mason laid back on the bed and pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. He breathed out a curse as she sank over him, his hands grabbing her waist to move her how he wanted.
Her hands went back to rest on his thighs, arching her body just how I liked it.
She really was gorgeous.
I helped myself to the bedside drawer once I’d stripped naked, finding the lube I knew was in there, and I coated my dick in it while watching Tempest ride Mason. He didn’t react when I straddled his thighs to get behind Tempest, moving her hands out of the way and pushing her forward a little.
Me and the guys had done this a million times before, so he slid his arm around her back to keep her against his chest while I toyed with her ass.
She squirmed as I made my way inside her, cracking my palm sharply across her ass once I was all the way in to make her clench. “Good girl.”
A shudder rolled through her, grinding her hips to try and hurry us up. “Are you fucking me or not?”
My fingers wrapped around her throat and I pulled her back, Mason letting out a chuckle. “How about you shut that pretty mouth and find out?”
She swallowed and I tightened my hold a fraction more, thrusting into her and biting her shoulder. “The only sound I want to hear out of you is you screaming for us. Understood?”
I didn’t wait for her response before picking up the pace, my free hand pressing against her stomach and dropping lower to tease her clit with my fingers.
The bass from the party boomed in my head, my body vibrating from Tempest’s soft skin on mine and the feel of Mason’s coarse hair on his thighs.
This is what I’d been craving, the feeling of floating and falling at once, the music swimming in my veins, and the power I felt at the peak.
Mason let out a huff of amusement, his voice strained. “Bro, slow down before you make me embarrass myself.”
“Pull out then,” I smirked, ending up with both hands on Tempest’s waist to go even faster.
“You suck,” he groaned, clenching his jaw to try and fight it off, failing a moment later. I ignored him, continuing to fuck her until she was screaming, then I shoved her down on Mason’s chest and somehow went harder.
It was like scratching an itch without being able to relieve it. It felt good, but I needed more.
Without asking, because I knew she’d let me, I leaned over her back, wrapped both hands around her slim neck, and squeezed.
At first, she just clenched around me, but after a second, the panic set in like I knew it would, and she tried to pull away.