Slowly, his eyes lift to mine, those soft green eyes drowning in lust. His tongue peeks out, wetting his bottom lip before he grabs the back of his shirt with one hand, pulling it up and over his head.
I love the way Liam always just dives in lolololol
but Liam is so fucking pretty. And, no, that’s not me just saying it because he easily has the most talented mouth I’ve experienced. Ever. Sorry, princess.
I lean forward, scooping up some of Liam’s cum on my fingers before holding it up to Skyla. “Taste him, little one.” She opens her mouth, and I let her suck on my fingers.
he practically springs to his feet, yanking Skyla to hers and tossing her over his shoulder as he runs through the house. For some fucking reason, I run too. Chasing after her, after him, after…them.
Blowing out a heavy breath, I decide that I don’t care. Fuck the labels, fuck the stigmas, and absolutely fuck the Brethren. I’m taking what I want, what we all want and I’m not going to feel shame for it for one goddamn second.
“This is my fucking mouth,” Ronan grits out. “No way in fuck am I going to sit back and let you suck off my fucking nephew!” he spits, smacking Wesley’s cheek as he speaks.
“I’m scared of you, Wes,” he admits. I can’t help but grin, just a little bit as I push my cock against his once more, not moving away this time as I drag my lips over his while I speak. “You should be. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.”
