She used to get both captured and enraged when she’d watched him simply kiss someone. Now, watching him with two women while she sat there naked, waiting like a captive for him to come to her, felt like dying. A war raged within her, desire, jealousy, hate and want collided and fought, made her whimper in frustration, desperation. Her sex clenched with desire while her soul seemed to shatter into a thousand pieces.
“Can I put my dick on your tits baby?” Jason asked, his voice thick and urgent as he stroked himself.
“Yes,” she found herself saying in a low, sultry voice.
Yes, because she was crazy and angry and burning. Yes, because she wanted to hurt Sebastian Russo, hurt him like he was hurting her right now, torturing her as he had sex with the other women. Loving them. Touching them. Just like in college.
David moved behind her and nuzzled her earlobe while Jason positioned himself in front of her and gently guided his cock to her breasts with a raw, frenzied look of ecstasy.
“I’m not going to hurt you, Cleo. I just want to rub my dick…here.” Cupping the sides of her full, heavy breasts, he pressed them together while he thrust his dick between them with slow, deliberate strokes. “You’ve got awesome tits, Cleo. They feel so good around my cock, so soft and big. Oh…baby…oh shit.”
Cleo felt feverish, aroused at the thought of Sebastian seeing her like this, of making him feel the rage, the hatred, the desperation she felt in watching him do what he was doing. She’d been watching him fondle and kiss other women for years—dying slowly each time.
“Yes…yes, Jason!” Cleo urged—and then she knew. Could feel it as certain as she felt her own pulse—Sebastian was watching. He was watching Jason as he rocked above her, whispering praises to her as he fondled and fucked her breasts, and all she could hope for—pray for—was that he would feel even a trace of the sheer, destructive pain he made her feel.
Thrusting faster, Jason groaned and pressed her breasts tighter together. Leaning back against David’s chest, Cleo could feel his gaze burn the top of her head as he watched in fascination the way Jason’s erect cock fairly disappeared between the huge mountains of her breasts.
“Your tits…so amazing…so soft…so damned huge…” Jason whispered. He looked down at her with ravaged blue eyes. “I wanna come, Cleo. I wanna come on your tits.”
The carnal look in his eyes sent a spark of heat from her sex to every nerve in her body like a thunderbolt. She trembled slightly and arched her back as Jason pumped his hips and shuddered over her, shooting his semen in several thick, creamy spurts just above her breasts. His come was warm when it spilled and dribbled down her skin, trailing a shiny path toward her nipples.
“Lick it baby,” he breathed, still shuddering slightly and rocking his hips in slow, receding efforts.
For some ungodly reason she did as he asked. She pushed up her breasts and licked her skin, her own sweat and his semen. Jason plopped down to her side, his movement revealing Sebastian’s gaze, hot and livid on her. Under his watch, Cleo made an art of licking Jason’s semen with the tip of her tongue, drawing it into her mouth ever so slowly, as if it were a banquet. It was salty, warm, with a musky scent that filled her nostrils.
Sebastian’s expression was that of an enraged, lustful demon as he watched her, narrow-eyed, his hands fisting over Luella’s hips. He was ramming into her like a primitive beast, the tight, sinewy muscles of his arms and legs rippling as he did so. Only seconds after Luella shuddered beneath him did he walk toward Cleo, his cock glistening from Luella’s juices and straining up toward the sky in defiance.
“Cleo’s mine, fucking jerk-offs. Find yourselves another partner,” he snapped.
David and Jason scrambled across the sand and Sebastian’s eyes fell to the distended crests of her nipples, shining with both men’s kisses and Jason’s semen.
Growling low in his throat, he dropped to his knees before her, cupping her breasts in his hands and brushing his thumbs over the wetness, erasing their marks. Braced back on her elbows, Cleo was no longer being held down except by the force of his fierce black gaze, and she found it was just as efficient.
She swore she hated him, and how she could hate him so powerfully when she’d loved him so deeply and wanted him so much was a mystery she would probably never in her life understand.
Gathering saliva, she spit at him, sent it splattering to his face. Snarling, he narrowed his eyes, bending forward so that his bared teeth were only an inch away from her face. “You’ll regret that, Cleo.” Just as quickly he spat at her pussy, and she jerked at the impact of his saliva against her swollen labia and clit. Pressing his hands against her shoulders, he brutally forced her down on the sand.
“Let me go,” she hissed with more force than she thought she could manage.
“If you want to play the coy little virgin girl, that’s fine with me. I’m fucking you anyway.”
Lowering her voice to a mere whisper, she searched his face with wide, cautious eyes. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because I want to.”
She gritted her teeth. “Just because you want and you can do something doesn’t mean you should!”
His fingers dug into her shoulders. “Is that what’s kept you from my bed all these years?”
“That, yes! And the fact that y
ou’re a vicious, rude, crude, nasty gigolo!”
“Maybe if you’d given me some of this I wouldn’t have had to sleep with half the town, baby,” he gritted, cupping her cunt in his palm and brusquely rubbing in his saliva.
Cleo stiffened at the touch, biting back a moan.
When the pad of his thumb scraped over her clit, a scorching heat, swift and blinding, surged through her body in shock waves. She fought to still it, control it, tensing her muscles as it unleashed. Sebastian’s thick lips were an inch from hers and when he spoke, the scent of beer wafted to her nostrils, dizzying her. “I’ll bet your pussy is sweeter than any I’ve ever tasted before.”