The Sinners of Saint Amos - Logan Fox Page 0,249

head. “We can’t.”

His eyes narrow. “That’s not the right answer, Princess.”

“Cass, come on—”

He grabs me around the waist and tugs me off the island. His mouth grinds against mine as he drags me back to the edge of the pool.

And I fall for it.

Because I think he’s accepted my decision.

We climb out of the pool. He leads me back into the house, not bothering to pick up my robe, not letting me stop for my clothes.

But we don’t go upstairs.

He yanks me away from the stairs when I head for them. When I resist, just for a second, he picks me off my feet and carries me to a chaise lounge in the living room.

“Hey, I thought we were—”

“Sorry, my precious little cock tease.” He kisses me again, hard, and drops me on the couch. “This is happening.”

I push up onto my elbows. “But it’s not—”

He grabs my hair, yanks back my head. “Say ‘wrong’ one more time…”

I stare at him, my jaw bunched.

They treated me like a glass figurine for the last few months. This is the first time one of them is getting even a little rough with me.

Thank fucking God.

“It’s wrong,” I tell him.

He shows me his teeth. “Then I don’t want to be right.”

Cass straddles me so fast I don’t even have time to fight him. He grabs my wrists, slamming them into the chair above my head. Then he claims my mouth again, kissing me like he hates the fact that I turn him on this much.

And I can feel just how much he wants me. Every inch of his cock is rock hard as it slides over my belly.

He shoves a hand between my legs and follows with a knee.

I have no choice but to let him in.

As soon as both his legs are between mine, he goes to his knees and rakes his eyes over my exposed body.

He slaps my pussy hard enough to make me gasp, and then thrusts a finger inside me.

“You’re not even wet enough for them, why the fuck do you want to go upstairs?” he says.

I open my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak.

His lips are on mine, bruising hard, and then his hand is over my slit. He squeezes, massages me, puts pressure on my clit with the base of his palm.

I moan into his mouth, my legs falling open for him.

“That’s better,” he whispers.

His fingers spread my pussy open. He dips his hips, dragging the crown of his cock over my dripping slit.

“Getting there.”

He presses the tip of his dick against my entrance, and then pulls back to smear my arousal over my clit.

The touch is so light, but still electrifying. I lift my hips, trying to increase the pressure, but he just chuckles at me and nips my breast.

I press my nipple into his mouth, and he teases it with his teeth, his hot, erratic breaths puffing against my skin as he slides his cock along my slit.

“Fuck, please,” I moan. “Just…”

“Say it, and I’ll consider it.”

“Just fuck me.”

“Hard?”

“Yes!”

“Not slow?”

I groan. “Yes, slow.”

“So slow and hard?

“Cass, fuck…please.”

I’m about to start sobbing.

He lets go of my wrists. Sits back on his heels. Strokes his dick and studies me. Then he turns his head a little and says, “What do you think, boys? Hard and fast, or soft and slow?”

I jerk under him, my eyes darting to the dark pools of shadow in the living room.

Zach and Apollo step forward. They’re still dressed in their pajamas—a pair of boxers for Zach, and a vest and jocks for Apollo.

They’re both hard. The lust in their eyes is unmistakable.

Color blazes over my cheeks. Cass slaps my pussy again. “Eyes up here, Trin.”

My eyes fly back to him. “Cass—”

“Let them watch,” he says, putting his head to the side. “Maybe if you give them a good show, they’ll still want you when I’m done.”

When he forces the first inch of cock inside me, everything else ceases to exist. My back arches, a soft sigh escaping my lips. He teases me, keeping just an inch of his dick inside me as he strums my clit.

I’m so fucking close to coming I almost unravel the second he finally thrusts into me.

I let out a breathless moan, scraping my nails down his arm.

He folds down, catching my lips with his. His kiss is deep and soulful as he slowly starts fucking me with every inch of his cock.

Slow.

Hard.

His kiss intoxicates me to the point where the room starts spinning.