“With pleasure, Sir.” Shane’s tongue swiped up my centre before he sucked my hooded bud between his lips, lashing it over and over with his tongue.
Bal continued to lavish attention on my breasts before he moved to the side and gave me a wicked grin. “That’s it, beautiful girl, take everything he wants to give you. Come for us.”
And he kissed me, unleashing his passion on my mouth like never before. I tried to keep up and kiss him back, buttheir hands were on my skin, their fingers sliding inside me—together, their mouths stealing my ability to think.
Oh, Gods, I was going to die from pleasure.
My orgasm hit hard and fast, and I screamed into Bal's mouth. Groaning, he swallowed it. A sting registered on my lip, the metallic taste of blood strong. He cursed louder, his chest heaving as he sucked on that tiny cut. Slowly, he pulled away, dragging my bottom lip between his teeth, and, in unison, they withdrew their fingers from my slick flesh. Two gorgeous males stared down at me, stretched out like a buffet for their pleasure.
“Gods, I can’t hold back. I’m going to fuck you both so hard. So good.” Bal’s words were as ragged as his breathing. He speared us with his gaze, a wildness in his eyes that I’d never seen before. Fear of his unleashed power made me tremble, as much an aphrodisiac as the scent of desire in the air.
Shane’s nostrils flared, a slow grin forming. “But even someone as powerful as you only has one dick, Count.”
Bal smiled back. “Indeed, Fledgling. So I’m going to fuck her until she comes on my cock, then I’m going to fuck you into her.”
Shane’s eyes widened, giving a tortured growl. He looked down at my exposed body, his hardness straining against his jeans, before he looked back up at my face, lifting Bal’s hand to his mouth and sucking my slickness off his fingers.
“Sor?” His voice was harsh, and he didn’t say anything else, as if Bal had stolen all the words from his mouth.
“Oh my god, yes.” I squirmed under their scrutiny, desperate to be touched, to feel them inside me.
“Undress me,” Bal commanded Shane. But he stood in front of me, his fingers sliding through my wetness, making Shane peel the clothes from him from behind. “Hands up, grab the edge of the desk, little bird.”
I grabbed on hard as he urged my feet up onto the desk. The position fully exposed me, but it didn’t make me feel vulnerable, only sexy as they both moaned.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty here.” He swiped his index finger through the mess between my legs. “I’m going fuck you, now that he’s made this pussy wet for me. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please, Sir…” I managed to garble out, using the honorific that seemed to please him when Shane used it.
Shane kissed Bal’s neck and back as he swiftly divested the powerful Count of his clothes. He wrapped a hand around the Count’s hardness and tugged up and down. I strained to see, mewling as his big hand spread the moisture from Bal’s slit over his skin.
“Enough,” Bal growled. “Guide me into her.”
Shane gripped his steel flesh, and Bal leaned forward, holding my wrists to brace himself. His hips canted forward, and my head fell back, my neck arching. My skin was swollen from my orgasm and their fingers, and a desperate whimper slipped free. He was so big. I took a deep breath and tried to relax more, letting the pleasure of being filled so thoroughly consume me.
“You’re doing so well, sweet witch. You can take me.”
And he pushed more, stretching my centre wider with each slow thrust of his hips. I was barely aware when Shane moved around the desk, fully naked and glorious, and he bent down, whispering to me.
“That’s it, Sor, relax for him. Let him in.”
I mewled and gave in to my urge to roll my hips to meet Bal’s thrusts. I needed more.
“So hot and tight. Damn, you will be the death of me….” he mumbled, cursing as he withdrew and steadily thrust in deeper. I looked up into his beautiful, severe face and slammed my hips up.
A determined look overcame him. “So it’s like that, is it, little witch? You want hard and fast?”
“Yes. I don’t need gentle. I need hard. I need you to fill me. To take me.”
His grin was full of male satisfaction. His hips undulated down, but not hard enough. “Please.... please….” I met his harder thrust, my pride gone, willing to beg to feel him deep inside me.
“I know what you need. Shane. Take her wrists.”
Shane wrapped one big hand around both of my wrists and stared hungrily at my breasts as they bounced with the Count’s thrusts. Bal moved back and urged my legs over his shoulders. Then braced himself on the desk as he leaned forward, damn near bending me in half. The position forced him deeper, until there was so much pleasure, it was almost painful. I cried out at his next thrust. He was so deep. He reached parts of me no one had ever touched.
“That’s it, baby, scream for him,” Shane urged, his voice deep and animalistic.
“Gods, Sor, your pussy, it’s so tight, so hot.” Bal moved harder and faster, giving me exactly what I’d begged for. A shuddering moan was forced from my throat at each thrust, my body writhing under him, my nipple aching where Shane tugged and teased with his other hand.
