Page 97 of Lesson In Honesty
Baffling.
Lovely.
So, so weird.
“Pet.” Levi’s hand made the perfect pillow for her cheek when he cupped it; she tilted into it and let him take the weight of her head. “Hell, Merrick, you’ve totaled her. Liam?”
“Take her down.”
Sierra jerked her head up, smiling beatifically at her Dom. “Nuh-uh. I’m ‘wake, Daddy, promise.”
“Barely, minx.” Gray eyes bore into hers as he crouched beside Levi. “We’re edging into unable to give consent territory. You know I’m strict on consent, Sierra, and you being alert enough to safeword if needed.”
Puckering her lips, she strained her neck forward for a kiss. A giggled bubbled loose when he rolled his eyes and obliged. “Mmm, sugar. Sugar Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Do you want to stop, Sierra?”
She leaned harder into Levi’s palm and sighed. “I’m okay, Liam. I’m just tired, I’m not going to die from ‘gasms.” She wiggled her tongue, hating how fat it felt. “Maybe hurry up, though, ‘kay?”
Fordham snorted. “We’re trying, sweetheart. You keep fading out on us.”
“Oh.” She blinked slowly. “Can you rock me?”
Liam kissed her again before retreating. “You’re good, Levi. I’ll watch her.”
“If you’re sure.” Levi’s thumb swept over her cheek before he stood. “You want gentle, pet?”
Oh, that would be nice. She was achy and sore, her nerves humming pleasantly. She might regret this tomorrow, especially when her tender bits elevated toouchstatus, but right now… right now, she was relaxed, high as a freaking kite on dopamine and endorphins, and completely in love with her Doms.
A moan vibrated in her throat as Levi slipped inside her. He wasn’t quite as long or thick as Merrick, filling her without theow, ow, owfactor. She ignored the copious amount of fluids easing his way—she’d be mortified about that later when she returned to her senses—and just enjoyed the less frantic experience.
When she closed her eyes, she floated along in a very happy place.
She felt herself gather sweetly, tumble apart, and heard the low groan of Levi’s own orgasm. A smile curved her lips when she was taken again, not quite as carefully, and Fordham’s voice trickled through the fluffy mist in her head.
Another, sharper climax rocked her, stealing her breath.
More heat, more wetness, flooding her core.
A mouth claimed hers; she responded weakly, holding on to the last vestiges of her consciousness. She wanted to be awake and aware when Mack took her; it seemed important she was present and in the moment.
“Well, pixie, you’re all tuckered out.” Oh, that voice. Sinfully dark even as it caressed her addled brain. “I’m going to have you now, okay? Chances are, you won’t be awake when I’m done.”
She managed to purse her lips for another kiss.
With a hum of appreciation, Mack fulfilled her silent request, then the harness set into motion. Back, forward, back, forward. The third time she drifted back, his cock speared into her to the hilt.
Babbling noises strained her chest, not quite words.
He fucked her slow and deep, picking up the pace as her pussy adjusted yet again to a different size. Faster, faster, until he hammered into her with precision, lighting up a new erogenous zone that throbbed like her heartbeat.
She splintered, cracked into pieces, and spiraled into oblivion.
Chapter Eleven
Mack
She slept for fifteen hours.