Another sound gets caught in his throat as his grip on me tightens, and he inevitably gets caught up in it the way I knew he would. He shoves my face deeper, his cock lodging in the back of my throat, making my eyes water as he glares down at me.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growls.

I smile and try to nod, but his grip is so tight that I can’t.

“Christ, woman. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

He’s already fucking my mouth even as he complains about it. And God, I love him like this. There’s something so primal about being needed this way. I never want him not to need me this way. So I give myself over to it. Taking his cock as deep as I can, sucking and tasting him while my nails bite into the back of his muscular thighs.

We get lost in the rhythm, and I know when tension starts to ripple through his muscles, he’s going to come. He tries to stop, presumably because he wants to fuck me, but I don’t let him. I keep going until he’s past the breaking point, hollowing my mouth around him as he starts to jerk, spilling his come between my lips.

I swallow what he has to give me, and when I’m done with that, I lick my lips and look up at him with a satisfactory grin.

“Jesus.” He strokes my face beneath his fingers, his eyes on fire. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, little monster. You’re perfect in every way.”

His words soak into my skin, warming me from the inside out. And then he has me on my back, his hands gliding beneath my skirt and dragging the material with it. When his head disappears beneath it, and he spreads me apart, I lay my head back with a contented sigh.

And then I count my blessings as he gives me the first of many orgasms for the night.

26

Mercedes

“When hell freezes over,” Georgie screeches, his upper lip curling in disgust as he stabs a finger at the diaper in Ivy’s hand, “will I ever do that!”

Solana and I burst into a fit of laughter, my sides aching from possibly too much of a good thing, if that exists.

“Come on,” Ivy implores him. “Just sniff it and take a guess.”

“Absolutely not!” He shudders. “Nobody told me there would be torture involved at this party.”

Solana snorts, and my eyes move to Judge, who seems to be firmly in Georgie’s corner on this game. Santiago, too, is staring at his wife with wide, horrified eyes.

“Big babies!” Solana yells at them, her champagne nearly sloshing over the rim of her glass as she gestures across the room. “The whole lot of you. Ivy, bring that diaper to me. I’m about to show these men how it’s done.”