Alex sighs with satisfaction. “You have no idea what you’re doing to us right now.”
“I think I do,” I say, biting my lower lip as I glance down at his cock.
It’s huge, thick, and veiny. My pussy aches for it to fill me until I explode, until I’m nothing but a puddle of raw pleasure. I notice my belly, my pudgy, soft belly, and Jeremy’s words come back to haunt me while moans erupt from the Cinnamon Playroom.
Everything comes to a halt here, though, as Alex kneels before me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, his hands resting on my thick thighs.
Why do I feel like I don’t belong in this room, on this bed, allof a sudden? “It’s just… I’m not sure I understand what drew you to me in the first place.”
“What are you talking about?”
I point to the double-sided mirror. “I mean, you have your choice of slim models, any of them more than eager to do what you want me to do, eager to be with you. I’m not exactly Haus of Sin material. I’m just a chef.”
“You’re not the chef in here, Raina, you’re the feast,” Alex replies.
He gently pushes me until I lie down on the bed. Then he and Vincent settle beside me, while Max lifts my knees and spreads my legs.
“I don’t know what Jeremy did to you,” Vincent says, “but every curve of your body begs for us; every inch of you deserves to be worshiped and devoured.”
“And that is precisely what we’re going to do,” Max adds.
I look down at him, his lips dangerously close to my hot, sizzling core. “All three of you?”
“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” he asks, double-checking.
“God, yes.”
Without further ado, he dives right in. I moan and let my head fall back while Max’s tongue slides between my slick folds. His lips close around my clit, and he suckles and licks while sneaking two fingers inside me.
At the same time, growls escape from Alex and Vincent’s throats as they each take a breast. Licking, sucking, biting and squeezing, until the sharp sting dissolves into my torso and travels downward, fueling my center.
“You’re a good girl, desperate to be wrecked,” Max says as he slips a third finger inside me.
I cry out, his fingers curling as he presses his tongue against my swollen nub and sucks harder and harder, until I finally explode. Alex covers my mouth and muffles my scream of absolute pleasure. I taste him, I devour him, then Vincent, as I writhe against Max’s capable tongue.
Floating on a black satin cloud, I glance back at the mirror. They’re in the middle of foreplay, guests and hosts colliding and consuming one another like frantic beasts, but what’s happening in here is even more exhilarating because I’m on the receiving end of the greatest pleasure I have ever known.
“More,” I ask of my men.
“You’ll get more, Raina. You’ll get everything,” Alex says.
He takes Max’s place and settles between my legs. Max sits on the edge of the bed, watching as Vincent reaches over. Simultaneously, I feel Alex’s cock testing my wet, plump entrance. Vincent’s fingers brush my clit—it’s supercharged and highly sensitive, my body still writhing in waves.
“YES!” I cry out, and Vincent kisses me and rubs my nub, harder and faster as Alex spears me with his full length.
He’s so thick, so big, so hard; he completes me. A missing piece of my puzzle has just filled an empty space, and the universe clicks into place everywhere around me.
“Come again,” Vincent beckons me.
“Come all over me, Raina, I want to feel you,” Alex groans.
It’s not a request. It’s an order. I clench myself tightly around him, every thrust going harder and deeper. The wilderness unleashes, and Alex pumps me full of him. He fucks me outof my mind as Vincent suckles my nipple until the delicious sting makes my eyes roll.
The second wave crashes into me, almost unexpectedly.
“That’s my girl,” Max groans harshly as he squeezes my hip.
I hear his hand stroking his magnificent cock. I wonder what it would be like to have him inside me, too, but Alex pounds into me, harder as I ride the wave. Vincent kisses me and fingers my clit, squeezing every goddamn drop as I fall apart.
