Free Pleasing Sir by Delilah Devlin Page A

I’m a whore.”
    Morgan’s expression turned as stern and remote as any Bryce had ever given her.
    “The guys think we’re going over an estimate, trying to scrub it. They know we’ll be at it a while, and we need to be left alone while we work out the details.”
    “But you probably shouldn’t make too much noise,” Billy drawled, dangling a ball gag from his fingers.
    Oh hell. Her eyes widened. Lush heat thrilled through her. Her nipples, already dimpled from the cool air, spiked harder, the tips elongating as her breaths shortened.
    Behind her, Morgan smoothed a hand down an arm then caught both wrists, pulled them together and bound them behind her back.
    Billy raised the ball gag and waited for her to take it, not moving a muscle.
    Raelie wet her lips, shot a glance at Bryce still leaning against the wall, but his expression was neutral. She swallowed one last time then she opened her mouth obediently to accept the gag. Before Morgan finished pulling the straps taut behind her head, her jaws felt the pinch. She was defenseless now and exultant over that fact. Her whole body quivered with anticipation.
    “We had planned for you to blow us,” Billy said, moving closer until she was sandwiched between two nude men, their skin heating against hers.
    “I wanted to see you on your knees again,” Morgan murmured into her ear,
    “giving us both a hard suck and tug, but you like fellatio a little too much. You were in your comfort zone when I fucked that sweet mouth.”
    “Bryce said we could take you however we wanted,” Billy said.
    The deep graveled texture of his voice enough to make her pussy clench hard. He sounded dangerous, intense.
    “We can do what we want so long as we don’t scare you—not too much anyway.”
    Morgan’s hand cupped a breast. He tugged the nipple, pulling it hard toward the floor, and then let it pop back. “Bryce made sure we were all tested and he looked over the results. Said to tell you that you can trust us. We’re safe. Understand?”
    Safe. Not the word she would have chosen at that exact moment. Not with her hands bound and a ball crammed in her mouth to muffle her cries.
    Billy’s mouth lifted in a knowing smirk, and he pushed his face closer. His eyes were so dark she couldn’t see the pupils, but she did see herself reflected.
    He scraped his whiskered cheek against hers. “Miss Wood, we’re gonna fuck you until your legs quiver like Jell-O. It’s okay if you shout, because no one’s gonna hear around that gag. It’s okay if you cry, because Morgan here will know how to comfort you. But, baby, I’m here to push you. To make you quiver and question your own strength.”

Chapter Nine
    Raelie inhaled sharply.
    Billy pulled back his head, humor sparkling briefly in his eyes, before his face formed into harsh lines again. Without another word, he grasped her waist and lifted her.
    His cock glided down her belly over her mons, then tucked between her legs.
    A hand, Morgan’s, opened her folds and placed Billy’s cock at her entrance. Then those big arms of Billy’s flexed, and he drove her down his cock. Filled to the brim with a thick, trunk-like cock, she vibrated against him. Squirming, she tried to lift her legs to hug his waist, but Morgan slapped her buttocks.
    She jerked against Billy. Their faces were so close, she wished he’d kiss her, show her some softness. Her chest rested against a rock wall, her vagina was crammed full with unrelenting hardness.
    Behind her, Morgan’s hands cupped her butt and squeezed then pressed the flat of his palm against the base of the dildo and pushed it deeper at the same time the vibrations increased in strength.
    Her body shivered, and her pussy gripped Billy’s cock like a vise. Her breaths came in short, noisy gusts through her nose. She groaned loudly around the gag as tension curled and tightened inside her.
    “Don’t you dare come.”
    Billy’s tone was so deadly even, she thought he must have a will of iron.