SARAH With my right hand stroking the base of his pulsing rod and my legs spread apart, I reach for my moist wet pussy with my left hand. I’ve only ever touched myself in the comfort of my privacy. Except for the time they planted cameras in the gifts they gave me and I touched myself knowing I was torturing them by making them watch me. But this is different. So different. I’ve never done it in front of so many people, knowing anyone anywhere could be watching and jerking off or fucking someone with an image of me in front of them. My clit throbs harder, swelling even more. I want to do it. So I do it. I tap my middle finger against my engorged clit, sending waves of pleasure rushing up my stomach. My gaze flickers up to Malachi’s face to find him looking down at me. He loves what he’s seeing. I can tell from his eyes. Although, I can’t smile because his big cock is in my mouth, touching the base of his throat as I roll my wet tongue around it. “That’s it, baby. Daddy wants to watch you finger your pussy.” I moan softly as the dirty words leave his lips. He makes me want to be an obedient slut, only doing what he wants. I slide into my wet pussy, feeling my juices coat the skin of my long fingers. It’s almost like I’ve been hit with jolts of electricity, but only in all the sweet spots. My eyes all but roll to the back of my head. “You’re soaking your fingers for me, aren’t you?” Malachi hisses. He still has a fistful of my hair in his hand, guiding me down his voracious cock. “Filthy little thing,” he continues. “Can’t go a moment without something inside you.” I let his shaft slide out of my mouth, before I look at him. “You’re…you’re the one who makes me like this. I’m only like this for you…o.” I pant, fingers still buried inside me. His grey eyes darken. I’ve woken something inside him. Something I desperately need. “I’d fuck myself open in front of the world if you tell me to.” It comes out as a nasty, trembling whimper, and my cunt clenched against my fingers so hard, I can almost see stars. “Open your pretty little mouth for me.” He orders, and I obey without question. He seizes the back of my head again, and conquers my mouth. He doesn’t let me tease or play. He plunges himself deeper, until I can feel him at the back of my throat. I love it. I love the way he fucks my mouth. I love it when he makes me choke and gag, when he makes tears fall from my eyes because I can’t breathe, but he doesn’t seem to care because he doesn’t want me to stop. I love the sounds he makes, the way his face contorts from the filthy pleasure I’m giving him makes me want him so much more. I’m running out of air, but I have no desire to breathe. Spit fills my mouth. I’m drooling all over his dick as my fingers go in and out of my pussy. Two fingers don’t cut it anymore. I need to be filled up, stuffed full until all I can do is scream and cream. I insert a third finger, but it’s still not enough. I need his meaty cock inside me, and I need it now. I’m not sure how long I can remain sane if he doesn’t fuck my pussy. A bit of saliva rolls down the side of my mouth as I pull away. He looks down at my needy eyes with a wide grin. “You want to be fucked so bad, don’t you?” I tilt my head to the right slowly, staring at him with an equal—if not greater–intensity. “I need to fuck you.” Surprise flickers in his gaze, but quickly makes way for a pleased proud look that settles in the glint I catch in his eyes. Yes. I want to do something new. I want him to sit, feel, and try to keep himself together as I ride him into oblivion. His lips spread into a genuine smile as he offers me his right hand. “Now, I can’t complain about that, can I?” I chuckle, and once I’m on my feet, he picks me up from the ground and spoons me in his arms. My cheeks suddenly feel so hot, and I bury my face in his chest to hide them away. I hear his throaty laughter, I can feel the way his heart pounds against his chest. Do I make his heart race? When I look up, I see Jaxon and Ronan seated on the couch. Ronan seems to have dispatched the horny waitress to Jaxon. I look away from him. It’s Malachi who has my attention, and it’s Malachi I must focus on. He sits between his brothers, their looks burn the skin of my neck and surprisingly my nipples. It traps me in a winning battle against my smile. Carefully, Malachi sets me on his thighs, and I trap both his legs between my knees. There’s no one else in the room but us. That’s how I feel when I look into his deep dark grey eyes. In them, I see the need to own me, to consume me. I push the lump that rises down my throat by gulping hard. I will let him consume me. I will give myself to him without a second thought. So, I shift my hips forward as my gaze remains fixed on him. I lead my pussy to his rock hard penis, and slowly sit on it, savoring every bit of his flesh as it slides past my slick moist entrance, into the warm needy hole waiting for him. “Fuck.” The word escapes my lips as a breathless moan. I can feel him at the base of my belly button. I’m so full with his dick, I don’t know how to move. It’s been quite a while since I did this, so I’m not sure what to do. Fuck. Why did I have to embarrass myself so… Malachi’s hands cup my ass firmly, I can feel his fingers dig into my soft flesh. “Let me guide you, baby.” One sentence. Five words. So small, yet it becomes my undoing. By grabbing my ass, Malachi slowly leads my hips and down, allowing me to bounce on his thick shaft. My neck tilts backward as my lips part in a moan. It feels so good. So fucking good. “That’s a good girl. I’ve got you baby,” Keep talking. Keep fucking talking, please. “Christ. You’re taking daddy’s cock so well.” I push down deeper, increasing the fierceness of my every move. He lets out a low groan, and I take so much pride in the sound. “I’ve got you. You can take it. You can go faster.” “Fuck! Yes!” I scream as loud as I can with every intention of torturing Ronan. I bounce harder, faster, making sure my tits bounce along with me. I know he’s looking at me and stroking his cock. I can see him from the corner of my right eye. Jaxon’s gaze is on me as well even if his dick is down the throat of the waitress. Yes. I’m all they want. Malachi’s hands squeeze my breasts, and it makes me go even faster. My pussy walls clench around his dick. I feel his thighs vibrate when he tips his head to the ceiling, lost in the feel of me. “Sarah, baby. You’re going to make me come.” He cries out. Yes. Come for me. Fuck it. Come in me. I move my hips quicker until his cock pulses as he empties into me, thick and hot. My pussy walls milk every drop from him. “Sarah. Heavens.” He groans like I just fucked his soul out of his body. Maybe I did. A shy laugh escapes my throat. I cover my face with both my hands. I suddenly feel more confident. How does he do that, making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world? I’m still in my thoughts, watching Malachi pant heavily in a bid to steady himself when a rough hand seizes the back of my neck. Turning swiftly, I find Ronan glaring at me, but not before he pulls me closer to him and crashes his lips on mine.