Chapter 14 Ryder #2
“Look at her,” Liam continues, beginning to thrust with deliberate, measured strokes. “So fucking eager for it. Taking load after load and still begging for more. What would Daddy Dearest think if he could see his little princess now? Stuffed full of cum and loving it.”
Dominic and I exchange glances, surprised by this side of Liam—the refined attorney with his elegant suits, now talking filth that would make a seasoned porn star blush.
“You want everyone to know, don’t you?” Liam continues, his hips picking up pace. “Want the whole world to see what a perfect little cum receptacle you are.”
Cora moans and nods eagerly at Liam’s filthy words, her eyes half-lidded with arousal. “Yes, sir,” she whimpers, the honorific slipping out naturally, though he didn’t demand it.
Liam’s eyes darken at her submission. He grabs her hips, fingers digging into her flesh hard enough to leave fresh marks, and slams into her with renewed intensity.
“That’s right,” he growls, his pace brutal now. “Take it like the good little slut you are.”
Cora strains against her restraints, not fighting to get away but desperately trying to move closer, to take him deeper. Each thrust forces little breathless sounds from her lips—half-pain, half-pleasure—and I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene.
My gaze travels from Cora’s flushed face to where Liam’s body connects with hers, then upward to the tight curve of his ass as it flexes with each powerful thrust. I find myself mesmerized by the sight—the way his muscles work beneath smooth skin, the power in his movements.
“Fuck,” I breathe, my cock hardening again. “You may have found a perfect cum dump in the mayor’s daughter, but I’m seeing another one on display right now.”
I step closer, running my hand over the curve of Liam’s ass. “This would look perfect stretched around my cock.”
Liam growls, looking back over his shoulder at me. There’s no disgust in his expression, no rejection—just heat, pure and unmistakable. My breath catches at the intensity of his gaze.
Emboldened, I move closer, pressing against him as he continues thrusting into Cora. “Maybe not a cock yet,” I suggest, my voice dropping lower. “But I can eat that ass while you fuck her.”
Liam’s rhythm falters for just a moment before he nods once, spreading his stance wider to give me access.
I drop to my knees behind him, spreading his cheeks with my hands. His hole is tight, puckered. I lean in, running my tongue over it in a long, slow stroke.
Liam’s entire body jerks, a strangled sound escaping him as he drives deeper into Cora. She cries out in response, her back arching off the bed.
I settle into a rhythm, circling my tongue around his rim before pressing against the tight pucker. Each time I breach him, his thrusts into Cora grow more erratic, more forceful. I reach around to stroke Cora’s clit as Liam pounds into her, creating a circuit of pleasure between the three of us.
“I’m coming!” Cora suddenly wails, her body convulsing beneath Liam’s.
Liam follows immediately, his ass clenching around my tongue as he empties himself inside her with a guttural groan that echoes through the room.
Liam collapses forward slightly, his body still shuddering with aftershocks as he pulls out of Cora. His eyes lock with hers, a predatory smile spreading across his face.
“Look at you,” he says, voice rough with satisfaction. “Bred by three men and still hungry for more. Your cunt’s overflowing, and you’d still beg for another load, wouldn’t you, sweetheart?”
I rise from my knees, spitting directly on Liam’s ass, watching my saliva slide down his crack.
“This ass is fucking delicious,” I tell him, running my thumb through the wetness. “I’d love to be inside it. Feel you squeeze around my cock the way you squeezed around my tongue.”
Cora watches us with heavy-lidded eyes, completely spent but unable to look away. She’s been through the wringer already—used thoroughly by all three of us—and deserves the break we promised.
“I think it’s time we let Cora rest,” I say, moving toward the bed to unfasten her restraints. “Maybe we men can play while she recovers.”
My fingers work quickly on the bindings at her wrists and ankles. As soon as she’s free, she flops down on the mattress, her body limp with exhaustion. But her eyes remain alert, curious, following our movements with unmistakable interest.
“Don’t stop on my account,” she murmurs, her voice hoarse.
I run my hand gently through her sweat-dampened hair. “Rest, princess. You’ve earned it.”
She nods, curling onto her side to watch whatever might unfold between us men.
Dominic stands nearby, his expression unreadable as he watches the scene. There’s an odd look in his eyes.
The landscape between all four of us is shifting rapidly. What started as a carefully orchestrated revenge against Mayor Pike has morphed into something none of us anticipated. The connection forming feels dangerous, electric, and separate from our original motivation.
I realize with startling clarity that I haven’t thought about revenge in hours. The revenge that brought us together seems distant now, overshadowed by the visceral chemistry between us.