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The huge erection in her ass slid out until, she presumed, the crown stopped it from popping all the way out. She really did not like being able to feel and gauge her own damn body; that thought fluttered away as Mack surged back in, hauling her back at the same time.
The slap of flesh connecting concealed her gasp of shock, barely.
Do not say a word, she reminded herself. Not a gasp, not a squeak, don’t give them anything. Just ride it out quietly and—oh fuck, that was so good. She was a puppet in his hand, bouncing on his cock in the rhythm dictated by his fingers on her strings, and he was making her dance.
She noticed Grit was being more conservative with his claiming of Tabitha, though that didn’t stop his sub from almost breaking Sierra’s fingers with the strength and desperation with which she clung.
“Want to backchat me some more, pixie?” Mack angled his hips slightly, skewing the next thrust so sparkles erupted behind her eyes. He set the pace, steady and confident, until her body ached.
Her forehead thunked to the padding, her damp skin squeaking on it as her body rocked, pummeled by his thrusts.Mouth open, she imagined his shaft growing thicker, longer, reaching places no man should ever touch.
God, he was wrecking her.
Toes curling, lungs heaving, she tried to croak his name, Liam’s name. All that came out was a series of guttural noises she couldn’t even decipher. Blood thump-thump-thumped in her ears, matching the beat of her heart against her ribs, and not quite masking the high cries of a woman orgasming.
That wasn’t her, was it?
No, definitely not.
“C’mon, pixie, you can’t hold out forever.” Mack gave her a sharp smack on the ass, sending a delightful sting through her flesh. “Be a good girl, Sierra. Show me what this ass feels like when you come all over my cock.”
Oh, not the dirty talk. She was a sucker for bad words crooned in an authoritative tone.
“Let me show you a little trick, Mack.” Liam intervened, stepping over to lay his hand on the sweaty nape of her neck. “Keep up the dirty talk, she loves it. She’s got a filthy streak that runs about as deep as your cock is up her ass.”
Sierra moaned softly, not needing the reminder.
“She loves it rough, especially during anal or double penetration scenes.”
Christ, was he just going to give away all her secrets in one go?
“Orgasming isn’t easy for her sometimes,” her Dom added, lowering his voice as Tabitha came again, crying in hearty sobs. “Pressure on her throat or her nape helps. So does this.”
She stiffened, already knowing what he was about to do. Lifting her head, ignoring the trail of saliva leading from her open mouth to the growing puddle on the bench, she rasped, “Master Liam.”
One. Two. Three.
She shuddered, resistance fading as her skin registered thetap-tap-tapof Liam’s fingertips on her neck. Their signal, the one he used to reassure her everything was okay, she could trust him and whatever he asked of her.
“That’s cheating,” she gasped, the words drawing out into a keening whimper as Mack thrust harder, the rhythm of his hips losing their consistency to become an almost brutal staccato beat.
Tap-tap-tap.
Fingertips on her neck, on her hip.
Goddamn it, she was never going to win. She’d already broken her promise to keep her silence, more than once. She didn’t even know why she hadn’t come already—it wasn’t like she hadn’t come on Mack’s fingers just the night before.
“The dirty girl likes dirty talk, huh? Filthy little anal slut, taking a stranger’s cock like a pro. Never met a woman with an ass as tight as this, pixie.” Mack’s voice dropped to a sinful whisper. “Should we ask your Daddy if he wants to fuck his little girl at the same time? Fill that snug pussy with cock again, stuff you so full we won’t be able to fuck you again for at least a week.”
Heat gathered in her core, tightening her muscles.
“Maybe he wants to try something more… daring,” he crooned, his breath starting to pant between the words. “Bet he’s got a big cock, right? Greedy little thing like you needs something substantial to get you off. Gonna take two of us in this ass, Sierra? Can you stretch this tight asshole—”
That did it. Wicked images filling her head, her body coiling like a spring, voices circling and weaving fantasies… it all became too much.
Pieces of her splintered, falling away. Back arching, she bolted upright, losing her grip on Tabby’s limp hand and slamming into Mack’s chest. A strongly muscled arm banded beneath herbreasts, securing her there, and the man with the magic mouth ruined her.
She screamed the way her Daddy liked, raw and unfettered. Clawed at the arm supporting her, digging her nails into Liam’s chest when he leaned forward to steal the sound he loved so much.
