Telepathically.
Because I had no more words left.
Just feelings.
And cravings.
And a body that wanted him to put me out of my misery.
He eased his fingers out of me and held me up while he undid his zipper. Then he pulled his shirt up to keep it from falling and nudged his dick against my center.
I was about to fuck Rico.
His dick was already inching inside of me, and it felt like everything was finally right in my world.
Fuck, I needed this.
So bad.
“You know how lucky we are that you let us take care of this pussy?”
With a jerky nod, I whimpered, loving the way he filled me. I was full. So full.
He was stretching me. Making me take it.
I loved it. I think I lovedhim.
Words were still missing. But all I needed was this feeling.
His first few strokes were slow, tentative. Giving our bodies time to adjust. He fit inside me so well, stretching me to the hilt.
When he picked up his rhythm, thrusting into me harder, he clamped his hand over my mouth to muffle the erotic sounds painting the air.
I couldn’t help myself.
He felt too good. Too much like home for me to be quiet.
“One thing I don’t do is play when it comes to you, Harlow.” He canted his hips up and rocked against me until I squeezed my eyes shut.
Then he pulled out and pumped his hips in fast, shallow thrusts.
That’s what did it. The switch on all my good sense flipped and I knew I was gonna be stuck on this man.
He and Christian already had me gone; I couldn’t even think about how Soul would have me acting.
My walls pulsed around him, tightening around him until he couldn’t pull out.
We both knew what was coming and it was me. Already.
Fuck.
A sob broke through the other sounds I was making and Rico uncovered my mouth. He kept thrusting. Kept fucking the sense out of me.
“You coming for me, Harlow?”
Thrust.
“Yes.”
