Zaine smirked at her shiver. “Yes, we will,” he growled. “Starting now,” he said and moved behind her. He dipped down and trailed kisses along her throat.
Sorcha tipped her head to the side, giving him better access, and gasped when Zaine gently bit her.
Finley crawled underneath the table and slipped beneath her skirt. “Lift,” he commanded, and she lifted her hips so he could remove her panties.
“That's a good girl,” Zaine said and removed her shirt, and then her bra. His hands went to her breasts and tweaked her nipples while he knew Finley tortured her sweet pussy.
Soon Sorcha was writhing on the chair, and he leaned down to nip her throat again. “Come for him, Angel,” he ordered and tweaked her nipples again.
Sorcha cried out, her hips bucking, and Zaine smirked. “Good girl,” he growled.
When Sorcha collapsed back against the chair, Finley crawled out from under the table. “Delicious,” he said and kissed her.
Zaine waited until Finley pulled back before he kissed her too. Then he scooped her up out of the chair.
“What about the dishes?” Sorcha said.
“They can wait. I need to be buried inside you,” Zaine replied.
“Okay,” she breathed and nuzzled him.
He carried her to his bedroom and put her on her feet. Then he knelt and slowly slid her skirt and panties off. He picked up one leg and draped it over his shoulder. He leaned in and buried his mouth against her pussy.
Sorcha cried out and threw her head back. When Finley moved behind her, she leaned back against him, which put her at a better angle for Zaine to devour her.
Zaine slid two fingers into her and watched as Finley fondled her luscious breasts and tweaked her nipples.
“Oh, Goddess yes,” Sorcha moaned as her hips bucked.
“That's it, Angel. Come for me,” Zaine told her before he suckled her clit.
That seemed to be all Sorcha needed to send her crashing over the edge with a shout.
Zaine kept thrusting his fingers and suckling her clit, prolonging her orgasm, until she stopped bucking against him. Then he withdrew and stood.
“Finley, it's time we strip and give our girl what she needs—our cocks,” Zaine said.
“Fuck yes, it is,” Finley replied, and they both stripped quickly.
“I'll let you have her sweet pussy tonight, I want her fine ass,” Zaine growled as he handed Finley a condom and grabbed the lube.
Finley moved to lie down on the bed and rolled the condom on. Zaine helped Sorcha onto the bed and groaned as she lowered herself onto Finley's cock.
He crawled onto the bed with them and gently pushed Sorcha down so she was laying on Finley, giving him access to what he wanted. He lubed up and slowly eased into her ass.
Sorcha moaned as she was filled, and soon Finley's and Zaine's moans joined hers.
They moved together, each chasing their own orgasms, and Zaine slid a hand between them to stroke Sorcha's clit.
“Oh yes…I'm so close,” Sorcha panted.
Finley moved a hand to her breast and tweaked her nipple.
The combination of pleasure and pain seemed to be all she needed to fall over with a scream.
Zaine and Finley roared with their releases as her body tightened around them.
Zaine collapsed on her for a moment before he slowly withdrew and got rid of his condom.
