At the first slow swipe of my tongue, Shiloh lets out a keening noise that goes straight to my cock. It’s agony and perfection, and when I settle between her thighs and kiss her pussy properly, I nearly lose my fucking mind. Monroe’s right; she’s sweet and soft and everything I’ve ever wanted.

If I don’t come all over the bed just from the taste of her, it’s going to be a fucking miracle.

Chapter 24

Monroe

I enjoy watching, but I’ve never really gotten off on being a voyeur. I much prefer to be an active participant in any given sexual encounter, rather than simply watching. At least until this moment. Broderick looks almost pained as he tastes Shiloh’s pussy. A man dying of thirst with his first taste of water in years. And Shiloh barely seems to breathe, for all that she’s letting out little helpless noises as he explores her clit and tests out motions to see what she likes.

Of course he’d go about it like this. Methodical and intent on her pleasure. He’s not some fumbling, horny fool who just wants to thrust his tongue inside her for a few minutes so he can get her turned on enough to shove his cock into her.

He wants her to enjoy this just as much as he is.

I don’t want tenderness from Broderick. I like how rough he is with me, how ruthless he becomes when he forces pleasure on my body, as if I want anything but what he’s giving me.

That doesn’t stop a little pang of jealousy at how soft and slow he’s going with her.

I jolt a little at the feeling of his hand closing around the back of my thigh. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing to Shiloh, doesn’t so much as miss a beat, as he nudges my legs wider and coasts his hand up to cup my pussy from behind. I lift my hips a little, giving him easier access. Broderick doesn’t disappoint. He shoves two fingers into me, just as rough as I need, drawing a little cry from my lips.

Shiloh’s panting, but she lifts her head and looks down her body at us. She licks her lips. “He’s got his fingers in your pussy, doesn’t he?”

“Yes.” I shift my hips, nearly mindless, seeking friction against my clit. I turn my head and bite Shiloh’s thigh. Not hard, just enough to make her jump a little.

I start to slide my hand down my stomach, but Broderick lifts his head from Shiloh’s pussy long enough to give me a look. “Let me, Bride.” He sucks Shiloh’s clit into his mouth, making her back bow off the bed, and then he reluctantly lifts his head. “Make her come, Monroe. Show me how she likes it.”