MALACHI My right palm is fucking swollen. Alright, it technically isn’t, but I’ve been stroking my cock really hard for so long, I can barely feel any of my fingers. And it’s still not enough. Not nearly. She’s a drug, and I’m so god damn addicted. Sarah HawkThorne-to-be is going to wind up being the death of me. I just know it. She crumbles into Ronan’s arms, soaking wet, dripping with his come from her pretty thick cunt. That’s it. That’s all she has to do to make my cock tense and hard—again. I watch my brother kiss her forehead, wearing a satisfied smirk on his face as he runs his fingers through the strands of her wet hair. They’re both under the shower, the steam from the water turns the foggy glass into a cloud. If they shut the door, we won't be able to see them anymore. The damn cheeky fellow. Of course, he’ll be satisfied. I take a step forward, skipping over my semen load on the floor. I push the sliding doors further apart and peek into the shower room. “Are you alright, baby? Can you stand?” She turns in Ronan’s arms, and faces me. Her movements are tired and sluggish. I heaved a sigh. “We should get you to bed, or put some food in your stomach.” Her sex-hazed eyes narrow into slits as she frowns at me. “No.” My right brow raises. “What?” “No.” She repeats. The frown leaves, making way for a stubborn pout, accompanied by the sexy defiance that burns bright in those shiny brown eyes of hers. “I’m not hungry or tired yet.” I angle my head to the side and watch her with keen eyes. It’s beyond watching, I’m studying at this point. There’s a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach. It’s hard to put my hands on exactly what it is, but it’s about her. It always is. And Ronan feels it too. I see the worry that flashes in his eyes as he looks up at me. For a moment, the bathroom is in total silence—save for the sound of the running shower—even Jaxon doesn’t speak. The prickling feeling in my skin doesn’t go away. The longer I stare, the more prominent it becomes. What is she hiding? What has she masked and wrapped up in this sex bunny facade she has on? Sarah wriggles free of Ronan’s hold. He doesn’t hesitate to let her go, not when she’s coming to me. She staggers on her first two steps, but soon figures it out. He gives her the space and chance to do that. Finally, she stands still in front of me. Her soaked hair is glued to the skin of her back, wet lashes, and hard nipples screaming and begging for attention—my attention. She takes one look over my shoulder, and a small chuckle rips through my throat. “I’m going to clean that up. Don’t worry about it.” Sarah zeroes her gaze onto me. “It’s a waste, don’t you think?” I part my lips to speak, but my words are swallowed by the feel of her cold hands around my balls. She cups both of them, round and firm—suddenly filled to the brim—and squeezes them gently. “It could have been in me.” She whispers the sultry melody into my right ear, and my heart begins a never ending marathon in my chest. Cold fingers wrap around my cock. I thicken in her hand, growing firmer by the second. She would send me into shock if she continues this way. And she knows this. She fucking knows it. Sarah grins. She has me in the palm of her hands—literally and figuratively—with no intention of letting me go until she’s done with me. “We can do something about that, can’t we?” Like hell we would. Her eyes travel down, past my face; to my chest, lingers on the tattoo on my abs, then finally drops to my crotch, stealing the breath in my lungs with every inch her wicked eyes trail. “I want to taste you, Mal.” Fuck me. My cock throbs in her hands, stretching and straining to incredibly painful lengths. Siren eyes flicker up to mine, ensnaring me. “Would you let me do that?” When she bats her lashes, I feel myself become physically weak. I’m so hopeless when it comes to her, and I love it. I want to be. Since she came into our lives, our only purpose has been making her happy. Now, we want to build a family with her, be hers forever. She brings light and joy to everything, and makes our wealth worth having. I reach for her face and cup her right cheek. She pushes further into my palm, welcoming my touch. “You can do whatever you want with me, Sarah. I don’t stand a chance against you.” Her face brims with a smile, a proud one, as she makes her way down…lowering her beautiful ethereal self to her knees. For me. All for me. I look down at her, and she keeps her gaze focused on me as she strokes my cock. Once, twice. Then her tongue comes next. Wet, warm, slimy. She rolls it over the tip of my dick, sucking out my salty precum. My knees jerk, tensing the muscles in my thighs. She holds my cock in her hand and uses her tongue to lick it, from the base where it joins my crotch, to the tip, over and over again, until I’m coated with her saliva. “You like that, daddy?” She blinks at me. Fuck. My lower lip is sealed with my teeth, I can’t speak. But I need to let her know how crazy she’s driving me, so I nod, while grabbing her hair with a tight fist. I nudge her back down, and she opens her warm mouth like a greedy hungry child to take my cock. And she takes it so good. Her mouth swallows it from top to bottom, my cock strains at the end of her mouth. I’m everywhere, threatening to burst out of her jaw, but she goes deeper and deeper. Choking, gagging, tears streaming down her face, but she doesn’t pull away. Fuck air. With her left fingers, our little kitten taps her pussy. Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she moans with my dick in her mouth. The sound sends vibrations through my rock hard member. I struggle to hold on to the glass doors. It’s the only way to keep myself standing straight. As pulls away to catch her breath, Sarah strokes my cock with one hand and fingers herself with the other. One finger at first, then two. Watching her fuck herself while jerking me off was definitely not on my to-do list for today, but you will get no complaints from me. “You like that, daddy? You like watching me fuck myself while I take your cock?” “Ahhh, fuck!” Jaxon groans behind me, the sound of him beating his dick grows louder. “Jesus Christ, kitten. When did you get so nasty?” Even Ronan is not left behind. I grin. “You’re going to drain us of our come if you keep going like this.” Her smile widens, and her fingers pump in and out of her squirting pussy faster. Her juices spill all over, dripping on her fingers, down her legs, but she doesn’t stop, doesn’t take her eyes off me. “You promised you were going to pump me full of it. I intend to…hold you…yes…fuck… to it.” She takes my dick and slaps herself across the right cheek, then the left. “Shit.” My hold on her hair grows firmer. “Such a nasty little girl, aren’t you? You’re a fucking slut for daddy. Such a good fucking slut.” She throws her head backwards and screams with pleasure. “Fuck, daddy! I’m coming!” She grips my thighs with one hand, fingers slicing into my flesh, while the other continues to fuck her pussy. “I’m fucking coming.” My orgasm is banging at the door, urging me to be free. I take my cock in my right hand and stroke it. Just once. And my come spills all over my chest. “Jesus, baby.” I’m breathing heavily, unable to steady myself. More loads pour all over her chest, I spill on her breast, both of them, and watching my semen travel down to her nipple. “Fuck!” She yells again, head thrown backwards. Another wave tears through her, and I feel a deep sense of pride knowing I made her come twice in only a few minutes.