Chapter 117
REGGIE
She scrambles onto the bed the second I let her go, breathless and eager, settling on all fours. Rowan brushes her hair away from her face with one hand, the other guiding himself into her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Bel,” he groans, head tipping back, jaw tight.
I climb onto the bed behind her, palms gliding over the curve of her ass before locking onto her hips.
The heat of her skin hums under my touch.
Then I push forward, sliding inside her until I feel her open for me, stretch for me, take me in.
She moans around Rowan’s cock, the sound vibrating through the room, through both of us.
I exhale hard, fighting the urge to move too fast. “That’s it, baby. Look at you, doing such a good job for us,” I praise, my voice rough.
I start to rock into her, slow at first, letting her body find the rhythm that fits us both. Every thrust draws a whimper from her throat, every push from Rowan earns a muffled gasp.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my fingers tightening on her hips.
Rowan’s hand knots in her hair, his knuckles white. Her wet gags echo between us, filthy and perfect. I pick up the pace, chasing the sound, chasing her. Giving my greedy girl exactly what she needs.
“Such a good girl,” Rowan murmurs, voice low and dark.
He meets my gaze over her body, lips curling into a smirk. I grin back, and for a moment, we’re both lost in the same pulse, the same hunger.
We move together. In one rhythm, with one need, and we lift our arms at the same time, high-fiving above her.
An Eiffel Tower. With a view of the fucking Eiffel Tower.