Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,98

matched his rhythm.

I placed my hands on the edge of the sarcophagus next to hers and she instantly wound her fingers into mine, her grip tight enough to bruise and the stifled moans around my cock enough to let me know just how much she was loving this.

Kyan began to curse as he thrust into her harder and harder and with a powerful slap to her ass, he forced an orgasm from her body which had her crying out around my cock and collapsing down over the sarcophagus as he fell over her too, clearly spilling himself into her just as she'd come for him.

I grunted as her lips tightened around my shaft and slowly pushed her back as Kyan released his hold on her hair.

Kyan kissed and bit at her neck as I pulled my dick from her lips and I watched as he drew her up to stand for me and he stepped back so that I could catch her hand and guide her closer.

My mouth found hers and the faint tremble in her limbs felt like a challenge as I lifted her up to sit on the edge of the sarcophagus.

I tugged on her school tie, yanking it off before ripping at the front of her shirt until the buttons spilled and I was gifted access to her tits in the red push up bra that had been taunting me with its silhouette through the white material all day.

Tatum kissed me with growing heat and I hooked her legs around my waist as I dragged her so close to me that every inch of our chests were touching as I drove my dick inside her.

She was so wet from her own arousal and the evidence of Kyan's presence that I was fully seated in her within one thrust and I groaned as she clamped my dick tightly within the hold of her tight pussy for a moment before we started moving.

My hands gripped her hips as we came together in this furious clash of flesh and tongues and passion and heat and the pace we found as one was exhilarating and unstoppable.

Kyan tugged her shirt from her body, quickly followed by her bra and I broke her kiss so that I could look down at her naked flesh. I found his mouth on her neck and her head tipping back against his tattooed shoulder and she looked so fucking hot between us like that that I didn’t even feel any jealousy over her attention wavering.

One of his hands tugged and teased at her nipple and the other slid down to toy with her clit.

Tatum moaned and panted, my name and his escaping her lips time and again as I drove myself into her deep and hard. I could feel the back of Kyan's hand against my abs as I ground into her, but the way her pussy clenched and twitched with the curling of his fingers on her clit only made it hotter.

She screamed as she came again, the sound echoing beautifully in the stone chamber and even in the dim light it was one of the most exquisite sights I'd ever seen. I thrust into her pulsing body twice more as hard as I could and groaned as I came too.

The three of us slumped together, panting, sweating, utterly fucking satisfied and smug as all fuck.

"Well, at least the walk down here wasn't a wasted effort," Saint's voice came from the darkness in the tunnel beyond us and a laugh fell from my lips as Tatum gasped in surprise.

"You had to catch her if you wanted in on it, asshole," Kyan growled but he sounded half amused.

"I don't want in on it," Saint snarled totally unconvincingly and as he stepped closer, the hunger in his eyes proved that was clearly a lie. "Like I said, I just wanted to know which of you needed punishing for breaking the rules. Now I do. Come on, Tatum, you need a shower."

He held a hand out to her and I snorted a laugh as she rolled her eyes but obediently slid out from between our bodies. Her clothes were pretty much shredded so Kyan scooped his wifebeater from the floor and offered it to her to pull on.

He was so much bigger than her that it fell to her thighs and she thanked him for it even as Saint looked like he might burst a blood vessel. Weirdly, he seemed to be more enraged about her wearing Kyan's clothing