Free No Returns (The Blankenships Book 6) by Evelyn Glass

“You are going to tie me down and fuck me until I scream.”
     
    Leo made a sound that sounded more like a snarl than anything else, and she felt a fresh wave of heat warming her pussy. The height of the chair-thing would let her look in his eyes as he fucked her—otherwise, their height difference would be aggravating. Somehow, it would be different taking him to bed. She didn’t want that. The bed belonged to her and Alex.
     
    There were soft leather straps to hold back her thighs, spreading her wide, and she felt the warm juices of her begin to seep down the crack of her ass. Her arms were bound over her head by similar leather bands. Leo rolled a condom down his length, but instead of pressing towards her with the thickness of him, he dropped to his knees before her as he had Alex.
     
    His mouth on her cunt tore a scream from her throat before he even really got going. She didn’t know what it was. The roughness of his beard on her inner thighs, the intensity of the angle and the way she could watch his eyes, or the fact that the first orgasm had felt far too thin and stretched out to be considered satisfactory. It was too much sensation, too much heat, just like it always was, and she was going to fly away shaking, and end up in that place made of frustration and irritation—
     
    Only this time, this time she knew what she needed. “Alex,” she gasped, her voice almost whiny. He was there in a moment, at her head.
     
    “Tell me what you want,” he said.
     
    “Ground me,” she said. It was the only thing she could think.
     
    His tongue filled her mouth, his lips crashing against hers, and Leo’s hands slid up, fingers sliding into her slick cunt, one pressing farther back into the tight muscle of her ass until she could relax, and let him in. The waves began to come, then, and she screamed into Alex’s mouth as she came and came, soaring higher and higher, the wave never cresting, and he swallowed every sound she made, devouring them. His hands were on her breasts, cupping them firmly, and teasing at them with his fingers.
     
    Leo stood before the aftershocks had even finished and entered her with one smooth motion. He was long, longer than was comfortable, and she found herself grateful for the angle, which gave her a little room to shift her hips and keep him from knocking too deep inside of her. His hand tangled in her hair, directing the kiss with Alex as he fucked her, and then he loosened just one of her arms, letting her drop her hand down to where Alex yearned, hard and aching. She stroked him, not enough to get him off, but enough to make him whimper and cry into her mouth, nibbling at her lips to keep himself from begging for more.
     
    Leo came with a series of smooth, ugly grunts, slapping at the flesh of her tits in a way that made her burn up all over again.
     
    “Your turn,” Zoey said, reaching to loosen the bonds that held her. She was still wearing the damn red bra; she chuckled as she unfastened the hooks and dropped it in the pile of Alex’s clothes. Alex reached for her, and she slapped his hands away, struck by a sudden inspiration. There was something she desperately wanted to see. “Leo’s still dirty,” she said, gesturing at the other man’s cock as Leo rolled the condom down, raising an eyebrow. “Clean him up. If you do a very, very good job, then you can have me.”
     
    Alex’s eyelids fluttered again. “You are my very favorite mistress,” he whispered, and then turned to his friend, lowering himself to his knees. She leaned back against the cool wood of the bureau as Alex leaned forward. Leo’s cock had softened, and fluid was smeared along his length. Alex took Leo’s root in his hand and went to work with an enthusiasm that was far more than what Zoey had entertained in her wildest fantasies. Outside of occasionally watching porn with partners, she’d never heard someone else give a blowjob without being involved. There was an intensity to watching that