And what really fucking gets me, I realize, is knowing that other men must have done just that. Taken this amazing fucking woman for granted. Expected her to love them unconditionally, even when they couldn’t love her back the way she fucking needs. The way she deserves.
It pisses me off, the thought of another man mistreating my woman like that. It crosses my mind that I ought to track down every fucking one of her ex-boyfriends and make them pay for ever making her doubt herself or her body—for making her feel like she deserved any less than what she has right now.
But Kara’s got too good of a heart to be okay with that. I know that well enough. Still, it’s a nice little fantasy—beati
ng the shit out of anyone who’s ever hurt this gorgeous, perfect girl. Starting with that asshole Ryan and working my way from there.
“This feels weirdly good,” Kara admits as Eric finishes up the shave job. “I like when you guys take care of me.”
Eric does a good fucking shave. Once we rinse away the extra shaving cream, it’s obvious that her pussy is perfectly fucking smooth for the pageant later.
But for right now…
“What do you think you’re doing?” Eric asks me as I shoulder him out of the way and drop to my knees behind Kara’s gorgeous, hairless cunt.
“I’m hungry, man,” I tell him. “Don’t even fucking try to stop me this time—I’ll take that razor away from you and slit your throat with it if you do.”
“You’re assuming I won’t slit yours first,” Eric says with a laugh. “Fine. One orgasm—but then it’s my turn.”
“Aye aye, Captain,” I say, and then I dive the fuck in.
Once I’ve got my tongue shoved deep in Kara’s delicious cunt, I can finally show her how grateful I am for her forgiveness—and for her passion, her hard work, her beautiful body and her crazy fucking love—in the only way I know how.
“Oh my god,” she gasps. “I’m gonna come!”
“Damn right you are,” I snarl into her pussy, and after that, it’s just a matter of riding the waves.
Chapter 36
Kara
“You’re so ready for this, I can feel it in my bones,” Eric says, laying a kiss on my cheek.
“Which bone?” I ask, eyeing his crotch and licking my lips.
He pinches my ass for that, but I just preen. I love my men.
“You look fucking amazing,” Chase says. “You’re going home with a crown tonight.”
“Baby, you’ve got this,” Eric declares, running his hand up and down my body.
We’re standing off in a private corner, tucked away in near darkness backstage where it’s not likely that anyone would ever roam by and find us. I’m only wearing a silk robe to cover up the gorgeously toned body that I’ve worked so hard for.
“So…” Chase grins wickedly, making me giggle. “Are you in the mood for a quickie?” He places his hands on either side of my hips and gently rocks me back and forth with him as if we are slow dancing without music.
“Might help you keep from missing us,” Eric presses the hard bulge in his pants directly up against my ass cheeks.
“I can feel that snake in your pants pulsing on me,” I giggle because I’m barely wearing clothing.
“You’re meant to,” Eric quips back with a laugh and begins to playfully thrust and grunt against me.
I graze my hands over his chest and give him a seductive glance, my mouth wide open to consume his lips but I know I need to push him away instead of pulling him closer.
“Ugh. I can’t, guys. I want to, don’t get me wrong—but I think I need to prove to myself that I can do this without all my holes full of your cum.”
“You sure?” Chase asks.
“I’m sure,” I say. “Rain check? I promise to reward your patience later on.”