Page 115 of The Pucking Coach's Daughter
Bad system.
Zero out of ten, do not recommend.
My gaze sticks on Penn’s face. “Why are you watching me like that?”
“Because you’re fucking perfect.”
Ugh. “I’d be more perfect with a dick in me.”
Penn hums. “But you taste so good, and I was just getting started.”
Carter glances at him, his expression darkening. It’s not the wild chase side of him I saw before, but he seems curious enough to not leave. Or throw a punch.
“Please,” I whisper.
Penn moves for me. He crawls between my legs and places a kiss on my pubic bone, then trails his lips down. He licks everywhere except my clit. His tongue slides into my pussy, which squeezes at him, and he finger-fucks me while he teases all around.
“Please,” I beg louder. “Please touch my clit. Oh my God, Penn, I can’t stand it. I need to come.”
“The thing is, princess, you’ve been naughty.” Penn looks up at me.
I stare down at him in disbelief.
He licks his lips and crawls over me, stealing a kiss from my lips. He’s gone before I can even kiss him back.
“You let someone fuck you,” he says, his voice grave. “Who?”
I gulp. “I don’t know.”
“Was it consensual?” Carter asks.
I manage to nod.
“Do your breasts give you relief, dream girl?”
I pause, then nod again. Slower.
They exchange a glance. One fully dressed, the other naked and not giving a shit. They move simultaneously, grabbing my wrists and hauling them up. I yelp and fight them, alarm fluttering in my chest. I struggle, but Carter ends up straddling my stomach and holding both while Penn hunts for a restraint.
He comes back with the blindfold left on my desk.
“He really wanted to make sure, hmm?” He drags the end of the blindfold over my face. He undoes the knot and ties my hands together, securing both to the headboard.
Fingers slip along my thigh and push into me. Three, stretching me gloriously. I stare at Carter, who’s reaching behind where he straddles me to finger-fuck me. Three fingers. My hips start bucking again, the greedy need all I can think about.
Thinking—no, there’s no thinking.
It’s all primal.
He removes a finger, using just two. Pumping and coaxing at my G-spot, twisting inside me. His knuckles bump along my lips, but it’s still not on the bundle of nerves that need pressure and friction to explode.
He takes away another finger, and then he stops entirely. I clench and groan, gripping at his finger, while he chuckles softly.
Penn returns. He shows Carter something on his phone.
“What?” I gasp.
Carter climbs off me, but he doesn’t go far. He leans over and claims my lips, kissing me hard. I bite his lower lip, trying to incite something, but he just nips back. Then his finger is replacing his lips, smearing my arousal across my mouth.