legs, more than happy to steal this from Byron. I flick a finger over her clit, and she’s done for, tumbling down that sweet, dark abyss of her orgasm.
Byron backs away, anger fueling his movements. I ignore him, grabbing Palmer and twisting her to face me. She leans into me as I bend down to rest my mouth against her ear. Her brown hair tickles my face.
“I wouldn’t let him steal that from me, too,” I whisper. “I’ll never let anyone steal them from me. Your pleasure belongs to me and no one else.” My gaze rakes over her body, and I cup her cheeks. She has this wildness to her I could never get bored of. Our kiss grows from slow to ravished in a split second. Her hand reaches between us, gripping lightly around my dick, pumping me until I’m on the edge.
“No, no, no.” I press my palm against her chest, flattening her on the mattress. “The only way I’m coming is inside of you.” I grab the gold foil, rip it with my teeth, and sheath my dick with protection. I’m clean and careful, but you just never fucking know.
I crawl over top of her, positioning myself at her entrance. She watches and waits for me to move.
“Say the word, baby, and this doesn’t have to happen,” I instruct.
Palmer wraps her tiny fingers around the placket of her blouse and slips it down her arms, leaving her in an angelic, white bra that matches her discarded panties. The lace is painted onto her skin, and I brush my finger along the edge. Goose bumps cover her perfect, glowing skin. Her legs wrap around my waist, tugging me flush against her.
“Please don’t hurt me.” She lifts and twists her hips, rubbing her bare cunt against my dick. There’s a double meaning to her plea.
Our reputation precedes us, I see.
“Never,” I whisper, glancing at Byron.
At my promise, Byron raises an eyebrow at me, silently telling me to shut the fuck up. A promise made doesn’t mean a promise kept, especially if it’s to get something we want.
I grab the base of my dick, lining myself up before plunging deep inside of her, forgetting Byron is still in the room. Everything falls away as I slide in and out of her. She’s tight, a vise grip on my dick, milking me free from the pressure being inside of her creates.
Palmer’s head falls to the side, her stare landing on Byron. She reaches out to him, inviting him in the sweetest, most innocent way possible. As he takes her hand, crawling onto the bed, she thaws parts of him I’ve believed were forever frozen.
He reaches behind her, freeing her from her bra. Byron’s mouth dips to cover one of Palmer’s nipples, licking and sucking the tight pebble. Never to under-appreciate, he moves to the other, pinching the wet one between his thumb and finger. She bucks at the sensation and clenches around my dick.
“Ahh!” I groan in appreciation.
Byron’s eyes dart to mine. I nod at him, silently allowing him to settle in.
We are three parts, connected in different ways.
Palmer lifts her head, and Byron kisses her with a feverish tempo. While they kiss, I rub her clit in small circles, selfishly hoping to draw her back to me. With shaky hands, she unbuttons Byron’s slacks, freeing him, as I glide in and out of her, quickening my pace at times only to slow down to tease her.
Byron pulls back and brushes the hair from her face. “What do you want?”
She cuts her eyes from him to where we are joined. I don’t stop, playing with the speed of my finger and watching the unfiltered pleasure nestle between us. She grips my shirt, forcing me down to her level, and strips it from my body.
“Jesus Christ!” Her hand skims down my chest, appreciating every muscle I’ve earned. Her fingers dance over my tattoo, tracing the lines. Intimacy isn’t my ideal level of comfort. Having her admire something personal of mine has my skin ablaze.
I stand, flip her onto all fours, and dive back in from behind. Byron scoots off the other end of the mattress. With his dick in his hand, I’m forced to watch her lips wrap around him. Her sweet tongue laps around the tip before she buries his dick down her throat like a bad dream.
My movements stay slow. Even with the boiling anger from watching Byron with her, I can’t move any faster. I’ve promised her I