“Oh shit!” I gasp, my body jerking at the sudden chill.
Kat laughs, a wicked, delighted sound, and immediately starts lapping at the champagne overflowing from my belly button.
Vince shifts, bringing the bottle to my lips. “Drink.”
I look up at him and eagerly open my mouth, and his jaw twitches at the sight. He pours a steady stream until it’s flooding my tongue, spilling down my chin.
“Oops,” he says, setting the bottle aside, eyes dark with amusement. “Let me help clean you up.”
His thumb brushes under my jaw, tilting my head away. I feel the warmth of his breath just long enough for my pulse to trip over itself before his tongue slides along my neck, chasing the trail of champagne up my jaw.
My breath stutters—his hand still at my throat, his tongue on my face, my fingers curled into the front of his shirt.
The smallest tilt of my head, and my lips are lined up with his. He runs his tongue along my bottom lip before closing the distance entirely.
It’s nothing like the kiss from the forest; it’s not hesitant or confused. It’s unhurried, all warmth and intention, like he’s been waiting for permission longer than either of us wants to admit.
His fingers slide into my hair, gripping tight at the roots, tilting my head back against the cushion. The dominance in the gesture goes straight to my pussy as he claims my mouth.
Kat’s fingers curl inside me, and I cry out into Vince’s mouth. He swallows the sound as our kiss turns rougher, more possessive. Every nerve catches fire. My hands grip onto his shoulders, clutching the fabric of his shirt and pulling him closer. He tastes like a million choices that finally led us right here. Right where we belong.
“Good god, Vince. You’ve got to feel what you’re doing to her,” Kat groans.
The hand on my throat slides down my stomach, rough and possessive, and finds Kat’s hand where her fingers are still buried deep inside me.
Anticipation burns in my chest as he covers her hand with his own, his larger fingers intertwining with hers.
“Whatwe’redoing to her,” he growls against my mouth, as they both push inside my pussy at the same time. Finger fucking me slow and sloppy.
“Oh my god,” I cry as their combined hands stretch me into oblivion. “Oh my fuck!”
I’m split open, completely claimed, as they find a rhythm.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he breathes, his gaze dropping to where their fingers disappear into my body. “Taking both of us.”
I can’t speak. My body is trembling, my hips lifting off the couch to meet their relentless fingers. The pleasure is too much, too intense. The orgasm builds deep inside me but remains just out of reach.
“I can’t,” I pant, feeling a frenzy blossom in my gut.
“You can,” Vince says. “Look at you. You are taking us so well.”
The pleasure mounting is so intense, I swear I’m having an out-of-body experience. Hovering just over my body, feeling all of the sensations without the ability to push myself over the edge.
“It’s too much.”
“You can handle it,” he coaches, dropping his forehead onto mine. “You know, you’re pussy’s pretty tight for a whore.”
“Fuck you!” I laugh, pushing him, not away, but playfully.
His grip on my hair tightens, his laugh hot on my face.
“Oh, please,” Kat scoffs, leaning over to kiss my cheek. “You know you love being our Whore.”
I want to retort, to play into their game, but my pussy gives me away.
“Fuck,” Vince groans softly.
“Good girl,” Kat praises, and my body nearly explodes. “You beourwhore, then I’ll beyours.”
