The Beast (Wicked Villains #4) - Katee Robert Page 0,28

Letting him do with it what he will.

He doesn’t hesitate. He slides down the mattress and then his mouth is around my cock and I have to press my forehead to the back of Isabelle’s neck to keep from making a sound. The man doesn’t play coy. He sucks me down like his next breath is on the other side of my length.

In my arms, Isabelle has gone completely still. I feel her lean forward enough to see what Gaeton is doing and she lets loose the most delicious whimper. “Oh fuck.”

Gaeton slows his pace, and I don’t have to look to know he’s holding Isabelle’s gaze as he swallows me down. My hands are shaking and I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

I never, ever, enter a sexual encounter without having a plan. Losing control is inexcusable when engaging in vanilla sex. Losing control when you’re in charge of a scene? No fucking way.

I’m not in control now. I didn’t have a plan when I started this, and now I’m simply hanging on to Isabelle and riding the waves of pleasure Gaeton’s giving me. He moves almost all the way off my cock and gives me several rough strokes while he tongues my slit.

This time, I can’t keep my curse inside. “Fuck, Gaeton.”

“Mmm.” He doesn’t loosen his grip on me but his whiskers brush my aching flesh and Isabelle’s body jerks.

“Is he licking your pussy, princess?”

I hold her still as she gasps. “Yes.”

A movement and he sucks hard on the head of my cock, and then he’s gone, obviously giving her clit the same treatment. Over and over again, until my legs are shaking and I can’t stand it any longer. “Finish one or both, Gaeton. Now.”

“Finish it yourself.” He fists my cock, guiding me to Isabelle’s entrance, until I’m buried in her up to the point where he grips me.

Holy shit.

I start to fuck her and she’s moaning and whimpering and shaking from his tongue on her clit, but Gaeton’s fist keeps us both from what we need. From my cock seated deep inside her. From rough, strong strokes designed to get us both off. Instead, we’re poised on the precipice, pleasure tightening further and further.

Then Isabelle cries out and her pussy clamps around me as she comes. It’s still not enough. Fuck, but it’s nowhere near enough.

Gaeton moves down and then he’s licking my cock around where I’m buried in Isabelle, as if trying to clean her orgasm right off me. I reach around her and dig my fingers into his hair. Finally, finally, he releases me and I sink deep into her.

Which is when Gaeton starts on my balls.

I fucking lose it. “Roll over.” I don’t wait for them to obey. I’m already moving, hooking Isabelle around the waist and going to my knees behind her with Gaeton on his back between our spread thighs. I lean back and press my hand to his chest. “Don’t you fucking stop until I’m coming.”

“Yes, Sir,” he growls, and then his mouth is on my balls again and on the sensitive flesh behind them.

I press a hand to the middle of Isabelle’s back and she eagerly lands on her chest, her ass in the air. It doesn’t escape my notice that I had Gaeton in damn near this same position last night. It feels so right to do this now, to drive deep into her while his mouth is all over me below.

I feel fucking immortal. I don’t ever want to stop.

Gaeton grips one of my thighs with his big hand and then his wet finger is at my ass, pressing deep so that my own thrusts have him fucking my ass even as I fuck Isabelle’s pussy.

She fists the sheets, thrusting back to meet my strokes until the sound of flesh hitting flesh fills the room. “Harder, Beast. Fuck me harder.”

I comply. I grip her hips and yank her back onto my cock as I surge forward. Again and again and again, fighting against my building pleasure to ensure she comes a second time, to feel her pussy spasm around me again. And then she’s orgasming, writhing so intensely, I can barely keep hold of her. It’s too much. I can’t hold out any longer. I moan as I follow her over the edge, pumping her full of my come. She slumps forward onto the mattress and Gaeton lifts his head to suck my half-hard cock into his mouth. He releases me with a wicked grin. “My