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Authors: Maya Banks, Shayla Black
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mouth around Tate’s cock, and she sucked hard as Brody stoked the fires even higher.
“Oh Jesus,” Tate groaned.
Tate gripped her face between his hands, held her firmly in place, and began fucking her hard and fast. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t process. She couldn’t think. All she could do was lie there and allow them to do as they wanted.
Tate began coming, the hot spurts exploding into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. His thumbs dug into the side of her face, and she heard the hiss of pleasure tear from his lips.
Brody leaned farther over her now, and her hands were trapped between their bodies. She turned her hands as much as she could, wanting to touch him. Feel the hardness of his chest and the muscles ripple underneath her fingertips.
How long she had known this man, admired his body, but she’d never touched. Not intimately. Until now.
Tate stilled against her, allowing the last of his release to leak into her mouth. Then he pulled away, his cock smearing fluid on her cheek. He leaned down until she could see his eyes so close to hers, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Just as when Chase had touched her a short time ago, she was buoyed by Tate’s reassurance. Even amid the full-on assault they’d launched, this reminder of their regard for her was something she needed.
As he moved away, she lifted her head so she could see Brody. The fierceness in his eyes, the wild spark that smoldered back at her sent a wave of satisfaction through her. There was no doubt she was enjoying the deepest, darkest parts of her fantasy come to life, but here was proof that she wasn’t the only one.
Their gazes connected, and she was powerless to look away. His body rocked against her, and still he didn’t drop his gaze. His jaw clenched and his lips tightened and she felt him, so hard and powerful tunneling into her body.
Finally, as if the strain were too much to bear, he closed his eyes, threw back his head. An agonized sound escaped those tightly held lips, and then he dropped his head and slowly lowered himself to her body.
He lay there, his chest heaving, her bound hands trapped tightly between them. His heartbeat thumped against her breasts, and his back rose with the sharp breaths he drew in.
She closed her eyes as exhaustion settled over her. She was sore—deliciously so. Her jaw ached, her hands were numb, and she wasn’t sure she could even feel her legs. She let her head fall back and lay there, Brody sprawled on top of her, as they both attempted to recover from the night’s events.
CHAPTER | SEVEN
Zoe stood in the shower, eyes closed and head turned up into the spray as hot water cascaded over her body. It had taken her more than a few moments to collect herself and drag herself off the bed and into the bathroom after Chase had given her the terse order to “clean up.”
He and the others had left the bedroom, and her mind was still too fuzzed to imagine what they were planning next.
She was ridiculously loose and limber, so much so that it took all her concentration to stand and wash the tender parts of her body. Each brush of the washcloth brought back memories of how they’d touched her.
Her clit still tingled. It was swollen and excruciatingly sensitive. Her breasts were heavy, and her nipples seemed to be in a permanently erect state.
Even amid her fatigue, anticipation whispered a seductive promise. There was more. She wanted more. She wanted to be pushed to her limits and beyond.
She stepped from the shower, wrapped in a towel, and she quickly combed through her wet hair. After looking through the drawers, she found an old hair dryer that to her surprise worked.
A few minutes later, clean, hair dried, she walked nervously into the bedroom, still clutching the towel around her breasts.
Chase had been clear. Take a shower and then meet them in the living room. And she wasn’t to wear a single thing.
God, it was one thing to have had power taken from
“Oh Jesus,” Tate groaned.
Tate gripped her face between his hands, held her firmly in place, and began fucking her hard and fast. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t process. She couldn’t think. All she could do was lie there and allow them to do as they wanted.
Tate began coming, the hot spurts exploding into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat. His thumbs dug into the side of her face, and she heard the hiss of pleasure tear from his lips.
Brody leaned farther over her now, and her hands were trapped between their bodies. She turned her hands as much as she could, wanting to touch him. Feel the hardness of his chest and the muscles ripple underneath her fingertips.
How long she had known this man, admired his body, but she’d never touched. Not intimately. Until now.
Tate stilled against her, allowing the last of his release to leak into her mouth. Then he pulled away, his cock smearing fluid on her cheek. He leaned down until she could see his eyes so close to hers, and he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
Just as when Chase had touched her a short time ago, she was buoyed by Tate’s reassurance. Even amid the full-on assault they’d launched, this reminder of their regard for her was something she needed.
As he moved away, she lifted her head so she could see Brody. The fierceness in his eyes, the wild spark that smoldered back at her sent a wave of satisfaction through her. There was no doubt she was enjoying the deepest, darkest parts of her fantasy come to life, but here was proof that she wasn’t the only one.
Their gazes connected, and she was powerless to look away. His body rocked against her, and still he didn’t drop his gaze. His jaw clenched and his lips tightened and she felt him, so hard and powerful tunneling into her body.
Finally, as if the strain were too much to bear, he closed his eyes, threw back his head. An agonized sound escaped those tightly held lips, and then he dropped his head and slowly lowered himself to her body.
He lay there, his chest heaving, her bound hands trapped tightly between them. His heartbeat thumped against her breasts, and his back rose with the sharp breaths he drew in.
She closed her eyes as exhaustion settled over her. She was sore—deliciously so. Her jaw ached, her hands were numb, and she wasn’t sure she could even feel her legs. She let her head fall back and lay there, Brody sprawled on top of her, as they both attempted to recover from the night’s events.
CHAPTER | SEVEN
Zoe stood in the shower, eyes closed and head turned up into the spray as hot water cascaded over her body. It had taken her more than a few moments to collect herself and drag herself off the bed and into the bathroom after Chase had given her the terse order to “clean up.”
He and the others had left the bedroom, and her mind was still too fuzzed to imagine what they were planning next.
She was ridiculously loose and limber, so much so that it took all her concentration to stand and wash the tender parts of her body. Each brush of the washcloth brought back memories of how they’d touched her.
Her clit still tingled. It was swollen and excruciatingly sensitive. Her breasts were heavy, and her nipples seemed to be in a permanently erect state.
Even amid her fatigue, anticipation whispered a seductive promise. There was more. She wanted more. She wanted to be pushed to her limits and beyond.
She stepped from the shower, wrapped in a towel, and she quickly combed through her wet hair. After looking through the drawers, she found an old hair dryer that to her surprise worked.
A few minutes later, clean, hair dried, she walked nervously into the bedroom, still clutching the towel around her breasts.
Chase had been clear. Take a shower and then meet them in the living room. And she wasn’t to wear a single thing.
God, it was one thing to have had power taken from
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