“I want you first.” Her fingers tightened on his cock. “Let me taste you, Tariq.” Her head lifted as he gave a harsh groan.
Moving to his knees he knelt beside her, leaned closer, and pushed his cock into her mouth.
It was incredible. Small delicate fingers gripped and stroked his length as her other hand cupped and caressed his balls.
Tariq felt the roaring flames of pleasure tearing through his system.
Of all the women he had shared with Abram, of all the women they had seduced together, Paige was the one he had dreamed of, the one he had fantasized about the most. And now he knew why. As he watched his cock head sinking past her lips, stretching them, he realized the incredible pleasure was only beginning.
If he didn’t move, if he didn’t pull free of her, he’d come. He’d fill her hot little mouth with a load of come like nothing he’d spilled in any other female’s mouth.
“Enough.” He pulled from her, drawing back as Abram pulled his fingers from her.
Moving between her thighs, his hands holding her still as his head lowered to the swollen flesh of her pussy.
Abram watched. Stretching out beside her he caressed her perspiration-slick flesh, held her to him, and watched his cousin part the lush slick folds with his hungry tongue.
Paige strained beneath the feel of Tariq’s tongue as it lashed against the folds of her pussy. She wasn’t being asked to pleasure them, though she would have, gladly. Instead, they were completely, totally focused on her pleasure.
Abram’s hands stroked from her breasts to her lower stomach, his head lowering to allow his lips to caress, his tongue to taste the curve of her breast.
Tariq’s hands pushed beneath the curve of her rear, lifting her closer, tilting her hips to allow his tongue to move lower, to flicker against the opening of her vagina, teasing, sensitizing as her hand burrowed into Abram’s hair, clenching as Tariq flicked his tongue just inside the flexing, clenched entrance. His moan liberated against her flesh, causing her breath to catch on a broken moan.
Abram’s head lifted again, his lips moving to her ear.
“Is he teasing you, love?”
“Oh God, Abram, it’s killing me.” She tried to thrust against his tongue, to force it deeper inside her. “Let me come,” she begged, feeling the desperation she knew they heard in her voice. “Please, Abram, I need…” A shocked moan of intense pleasure ripped from her lips as she felt Tariq move his fingers through the cleft of her ass to tease and press firmly at the tiny, hidden entrance located there.
“Abram,” she gasped, her gaze meeting his as his head lifted, his eyes black fire as he caught her gaze.
“Relax, love,” he crooned gently. Tariq’s fingers drew back as his tongue pushed forward. “Just relax for us. We stop whenever you need us to,” he promised. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“More,” she moaned brokenly as the feel of Tariq’s fingers returned to the clenched opening. Cool, slickened with lubricant, he began pushing his finger inside her as Abram reached down, gripped beneath one knee, and lifted it.
An erotic shiver raced through her body and her lashes fluttered over her dazed eyes.
She felt Tariq’s finger sink slowly into the nerve-laden depths of her anus.
Paige’s fingers clenched at Abram’s shoulders, locking onto him, holding onto his gaze as Tariq’s tongue ate at her pussy decadently while his fingers lubricated, stretched, and accustomed her rear entrance to the slowly increasing width of more than one finger.
Abram held her knee back, his gaze never leaving hers, holding her steady, keeping her senses focused when she knew she would have shattered otherwise.
Broken, desperate moans escaped her lips as she fought for release, feeling that edge of oblivion just out of reach as it teased her with the coming ecstasy.
“Abram.” She gasped his name as she felt Tariq stretching her further. “Please, please make me come.”
Weak, pleading, the hoarseness of her own voice shocked her.
“Are you ready for us then?” A grimace tightened his face. Paige felt her lashes flutter closed again before she forced them open.
Ready for both of them?
She knew what he meant, just as she had always known what was coming once she became his lover.
To accept not just Abram and his possession of her, but Tariq, or whoever his third would be, as well.
“Yes,” she whispered desperately as her lips continued to surge against the slow, easy thrust of pleasure/pain pushing into her rear. “Oh God, Abram,” she moaned. “Please.”
If she didn’t come soon she would never survive the sensations increasing inside her.
Pleasure/pain and heated erotic hunger attacked every sensory receptor in her body and in her mind. She couldn’t bear to be without touch. If they stopped, if they didn’t continue to push her toward that precipice waiting ahead, then she wouldn’t survive the desertion.
If she didn’t continue the erotic journey to what had to be a coming orgasm, then she would lose her mind in the search for it.
“Come, love,” Abram whispered despite her cry of desperation as Tariq’s fingers and his torturous tongue deserted her.
As Tariq eased back from her she found herself being lifted, turned, and eased into Abram’s arms as he reclined on the bed.
Tariq guided her legs to both sides of Abram’s hips as Abram gripped the base of his cock, holding it steady. Paige tipped her head back with a low, desperate moan tearing from her as the wide crest parted the swollen, sensitive lips. She felt him push in to the hilt, filling her, stretching her to the point that pleasure and pain combined to create an inferno of heat and hunger that stole her mind.
As he penetrated fully his hands clamped on her hips, holding her still as she felt Tariq’s palm between her shoulder blades pressing her to Abram’s chest.
Staring down at Abram in sudden hesitation, she was aware of Tariq pausing behind her.
“Even better.” Abram released a hip to lift his hand and tuck her hair behind her shoulder, before he brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “We’ll take care of everything, baby. All you have to do is feel good. Just let us love you.”
Let him love her.
She had dreamed of that, she had ached for it for so many years.
Paige softened, her body relaxing once again as she let herself be pressed to Abram’s chest. Her nipples buried against the heat and hardness of the wide muscles as her hands moved to his shoulders, her fingers gripping them tightly.
Abram’s hands moved to the back of her head, fingers threading into the strands as he turned her to him, his lips catching hers in a hard, hungry kiss.
His tongue pressed between her lips as behind her, Tariq moved closer, the slick, thick head of his cock sliding along the crease of her ass to find the sensitive, snug pucker of the entrance.
“Hold onto Abram, love,” Tariq whispered behind her, his lips at her shoulder as she felt the steady, heated pressure of his cock beginning to part the tight, flexing little hole.
Abram’s kiss deepened, his moan, a dark, male growl as Tariq began to impale the once unbreached entranced into her body.
Sexual arousal was a firestorm of need raging through her body as she cried out into Abram’s kiss. It was pleasure and pain rocking her senses as she felt a slow, steady penetration of Tariq’s cock entering her rear.
Each inch sinking inside the depths of her ass had her more aware of the thick, heavy intrusion in her pussy and the desperation inside her body for release.
Her vagina milked at the erection filling her as she felt Tariq delivering deeper. Her nails bit at Abram’s shoulders, as he released her lips.
Paige gasped, her body jerking, hard shudders racing through her as she felt Tariq press all the way in behind her. She clenched around the dual intrusions, shuddering with pleasure, with agony and ecstasy as they began to move.
She hadn’t known that pain could be addictive when mixed with the ecstatic waves of erotic response as they surged through her. She hadn’t known that she could completely lose her senses as Tariq lay over her, his broad chest at her shoulders as the two men began to move inside her.