My cock aches in my pants, eager to give her a little training right now. Instead, I go back to cleaning my guns, using my other senses to enjoy the way she touches herself. Her scent cuts through the oil smell and floods my senses, making my mouth water. Sweet moans resound from her as she slowly fucks herself with all three fingers. It’s the sounds, though, that are maddening. The in and out of her fingers into her body make the wettest fucking sound on the planet and I’m so goddamn thirsty for it.
“Show me now,” I demand, my eyes cutting back over to her.
Her eyes flutter back open and she pulls her hand from her pussy. She wiggles her fingers that glisten in the morning sun streaming in through the window behind me.
“Wet,” I observe with a growl.
“So wet. All for you, Ford,” she pants, licking her lips and gazing at me like I’m her everything.
“Clean your fingers off on your tits.”
“Like this?” she purrs, swiping her slick fingers in circles around her nipple.
“Exactly. Do the other one now.”
I’m about to instruct her to come let me have a taste when Zac rounds the corner into the kitchen behind her. His brown eyes gleam with wickedness as he prowls closer, dark hair dripping onto his bare chest from his recent shower. The fucker is hard as stone in his sweats. Images of him fucking her while I watch have my dick throbbing with need.
“My hands are all dirty,” I tell him, wiggling my fingers on both hands. “And our lucky little clover is so desperate to get fucked.”
Zac’s nostrils flare and he licks his lips. “Looks like I showed up at the right time then.”
She looks at him over her shoulder, baring her slender throat at me. The bruises there make me want to suck her harder the next time. Having them on her flesh all the time is an intoxicating thought.
“You came to rescue me?” she asks.
He shakes his head. “What I want to do to you is quite villainous.”
“Your sweethearts left, Lucky,” I tell her, dragging her attention back my way. “You’re left with this dirty fucker”—I point to myself and then point to Zac—“and that kinky fucker.”
Zac chuckles darkly. “He wants to watch me fuck you until you scream.”
Despite his intimidating words, Clove is turned on. Her skin burns red and her lips part. Before she can utter a word, Zac has her yanked off the island and flipped back toward it. He bends her over, flattening her chest against the countertop. With rough movements, he yanks her panties down her thighs, ridding her of them. Her head turns so she can look at me. I have a nice side view of the deviant act. He pulls away to admire her ass, giving it a playful whap of his palm.
“Ow,” she grumbles.
“If a slap to your pretty ass makes you say ow, then I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ll do when I put my big dick inside it,” he growls, slapping her again, this time harder.
She whimpers. “You’re going to hurt me?”
Zac’s grin is wolfish. “You’re going to like it.”
“If it hurts too bad, you say my name,” I tell her firmly, giving her an out if she needs it. “Zac’s a freak, but he’s not a monster.”
She nods against the counter, wriggling her ass at him. “I know. Slap my ass again, Zac, and make me scream for you.”
Well, fuck. She’s proving she’s more ready for us than we ever thought possible. Our bad girl likes it clean and dirty—soft and hard—rough and ready.
He pushes down his sweats until they’re at his thighs. His heavy cock bobs out, bouncing up against her pussy. With a gentle but firm kick to her ankles, he forces her thighs to part farther. Rubbing his palm between her legs, feeling all that wet pussy just waiting to be punished, he rears back and gives her pussy a slap. Her body jolts and she cries out, but it’s all from pleasure.
“Again,” she pleads, needy as fuck.
I can’t focus. It’s mesmerizing to watch him with her, pulling out all the naughtiness hidden inside. Another slap makes her eyes almost roll into the back of her head.
“You think she’s ready for me?” he teases, removing his hand and lining his cock up with her slit.
“She smells ready,” I groan.
He slides between her pussy lips, gathering her juices, before pushing into her cunt. She slides her palms to the other side of the counter above her head and grabs on.
“I thought you were going to put it in my ass,” she breathes.
“You’ll just cry,” he utters, his ass clenching as he thrusts into her.
She teases him back. “Happy tears.”
“Shut up, brat,” he groans.
She says no more as he fucks her into submission.