power of owning Joshua’s pleasure just this one time.
Yet Joshua didn’t give me control for long, matching me word for word, pace for pace. He held still while I teased him, which was a power all on its own, and the fire in his gaze nearly burned me when he stared back into my brown eyes.
“Yes, honey.” He tipped his chin up defiantly, wearing a sinful smirk on his lips. “I love knowing my brother’s seed is inside of you, dripping from your cunt while you rub your pretty little clit all over my cock. Are you going to come for me just like this? Or do you want to feel what my cock can do as I drag you over the edge a third time?”
My breath caught in my throat, and Joshua grinned wickedly, knowing he’d won. He didn’t wait for me to respond. Gripping my hips, he lifted me, sought something in my eyes which he seemed to find, and slammed me down on his length.
“Fuck,” Damien hissed as he felt my pleasure through our mental connection. “Yes,” he growled, and I turned to find his jeans open as he stroked himself from root to tip. His ruddy slit was spilling precum all over his fist, the veins standing out in stark contrast along his velvety shaft.
Damien’s need for me surged through the connection at the same time Joshua lifted me and slammed me back down a second time. I swear my eyes rolled into the back of my head momentarily as I saw stars.
The man knew how to use his dick, and I wouldn’t deny that I creamed when any of them got a little rough with me.
“That’s it, Nix,” Joshua praised, “let them see how much you like riding my long cock. Show them how incredible it feels when your Basilisk fucks you good and hard.”
I groaned and hung my head, using the wall my palms were against for leverage as I began to bounce on top of him, taking every inch he gave me.
And I was under no illusion regarding who was in control. Joshua decided just how much I took and how hard.
Joshua’s hand collared my throat and he squeezed enough to get my attention. A hot, dark desire stirred low in my belly, and my pussy quivered around him as he met me thrust for thrust. “Are you going to come for me, Nix? Are you going to let me fill you up? Do you want my come painting your thighs the way Theo’s is?”
His dirty talk had me gasping as I rocked over him. I was nothing but a raw nerve at this point, every touch, caress, and thrust an overload on my senses.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, Joshua.”
“Yes, what?” he prompted, tightening his fingers around my throat once more.
I had a feeling my eyes flashed the way his blue ones did. “Yes, sir.”
“That’s it,” he ground out, dropping his hands to grip my ass. His fingers splayed over the areas I knew would be sporting bruises in the morning from the way Theo had gripped me, but I didn’t regret a single second. Sometimes pain was good, and any love marks I received while I was in bed with my men were well earned badges. Visual proof of how much we loved each other. A mark I wanted to see on my skin, an ache I needed. I knew I’d be touching them, stroking them, even pressing them to feel the marks throb under my own fingers as I thought of what they did to my body tonight.
Joshua’s hands gripped my ass, guiding me in a rhythm of his making as he drove us both higher.
“Harder, Nix,” Joshua commanded, and I increased my pace, pounding myself against his hips. My swollen clit rubbed against his pubic bone on each impact, and soon my body had a mind—and a rhythm—of its own. I kissed his shoulder, his neck, and his jaw as I rode him frantically, and when his grip tightened, I knew I had him right where I wanted.
I nipped his earlobe, and my hot breath washed over the shell of his ear as I whispered, “Come for me, Joshua. Fill me until I can’t hold anymore. Mark me. Make me yours.”
“Fuck!” Joshua swore, and I swiveled my hips, sending him cursing into a powerful release. He pumped into me, and as the first stream let loose inside my channel, I lost my grip on reality as I came again. My clit