The front door bangs open.
I squeak in horror and try to cover myself. What if it’s Jack? Or Big Mike? Shit.
Ace has frozen, the carrot still shoved deep inside me.
“You didn’t lock the door?” I hiss at Rook.
He doesn’t answer as a shadow falls over us from the doorway.
I look up, my heart hammering and my hands pathetically attempting to cover my exposed pussy, only to see Ghost.
His face is as hard as granite, and I swear he looks like he might be ready to kill us.
“Ghost?” I say nervously.
I’d wanted to push this man’s buttons, but now he’s here, and so angry, I’m second guessing my cunning plan.
“You look like you want to fuck or fight,” Ace observes, all casual, like he hasn’t got a care in the world. “I can definitely recommend going with the first option.”
“Don’t stop on my behalf,” Ghost says, his voice raw.
“What?” Ace asks stupidly.
“Keep fucking her pussy with that carrot.” Ghost’s command is so profane that I groan at his words. “Rook,use your fingers to spread her lips more. I need a better view.”
Holy fuck. Rook does exactly as Ghost asks and uses his fingers to form a V. He spreads me even wider, making it so every damn bit of me is laid out for the man at the door to eat up with his hungry eyes.
Ace resumes his movements, slides the carrot back in and out of me. I’m so wet, the sounds that fill the room are obscene. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life. I try to stop the moans and whimpers that are escaping me, but I can’t, and I know I am going to come.
Ghost’s gaze is locked on my pussy, and I don’t think he’d look away even if an asteroid hit.
“Fuck her harder, make her come,” he demands.
“Yes, sir.” Ace winks at me, but I’m too lost in the moment to return the humor.
Ace pounds the carrot into my pussy, fast and hard, just like I wanted it, and I match his movements, thrust for thrust, my hips lifting off the couch. Rook angles his hand to press against my clit, and it notches me even higher. I’m not going to last much longer, and I reach for it…
I break, shattering around the object inside me, my pussy clenching and rolling.
My orgasm is terrifying in its intensity. I come with an actual scream, my hands reaching out to lock onto Ace’s shoulders. I dig my fingers in so hard, I must leave nail marks, even through his shirt.
“Oh, God, yes, God, shit, God…” I chant the words.
“It’s Ghost, you can call me Ghost.” The man at the door says, his words penetrating the fog of my high.
I start to float back down to reality, the waves of my climax rolling over me with a gentle swell.
I catch sight of myself, and utter disbelief fills me. My knees are spread, heels under me, pussy exposed with a damn carrot sticking out of it.¡Ay, Dios mío!The shame!
Carefully, Ace pulls the carrot out of me, and it’s slick with my release.
I look to Ghost, whose gaze is on my face now, intent and predatory.
He walks fully into the room and pushes Ace out of the way then kneels between my legs.
“My turn,” he growls.
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