Odd Man Rush (East Coast, #2)

by Kristen Granata

“Forever, agápi mou.” My love.

“I want to dance with my girls. Give me one dance, kókkino.”

Get on your knees and suck my cock, kókkino.

He might like to be dominant, but so do I. I’d make him get on his knees so I can put my foot on his shoulder and make him eat my pussy. Kourtney would kneel down beside him, jealous for a taste. Their tongues would entwine as they lapped at me, and I’d grip onto the backs of their heads, a fistful of hair in each hand like a fucking queen ordering her servants to feast.

“I don’t want to hear what you think, or what we shouldn’t do, or whatever it is you’re trying to predict will happen. I only want to hear what you want, so if you don’t want to go any further, then tell us right now. Otherwise, you’re going to come home with us and we’re going to fuck every last bit of doubt right out of you.”

“Relax your throat. Just like that. Kaló korítsi.” He smirks as he meets my gaze. “That means she’s our good girl, Celeste.”

Whoever said patience is a virtue must’ve been a voyeur.

“What a good boy,”

It’s intoxicating, bringing pleasure to two women at the same time, the way they’re both spread for me. My dick throbs, begging for relief. And the more Celeste talks me through it, the more turned on I get. “That’s it,” she whispers, gazing down at me. “Just like that.”

“Well, I learned a new word today: Vlakas.” His head tilts back as he laughs. “I’m an idiotic ass?” My eyes narrow as I step closer to him. “I think you’re a major vlakas.” Amusement glistens in his eyes. “I’ll teach you another: Na sa gamiso tora.” “What does that mean?” He tips my chin and speaks against my lips. “It means I’m going to fuck you now.”

“Get this nice and wet for your wife’s pussy.” Celeste pushes the dildo inside my mouth to coat it in my saliva. “You’re going to watch me fuck her, and if you beg just right, I might let her fuck you when I’m done.”

“Please, let me fuck her.” Celeste keeps pumping in and out in a steady rhythm, bringing Kourtney closer to climax. “I like the way you sound when you beg.” “Parakalo, kókkino. Please let me come.”