He huffed a laugh and wrapped his hands around my thighs, tugging my ass to the edge of the couch. He peppered soft, sucking kisses and bites up my thighs, flooding me with heated anticipation.
Then, he was there, making it worth the wait.
I cried out as his tongue pushed through my slit, licking me from opening to clit. He moved around the strand of gems acting as panties, using them to add another layer of sensation as he flicked them back and forth across my bundle of nerves.
Just like he wanted, I clenched my thighs around his shoulders, only for him to pin them wide for him to feast.
He worked his mouth, tongue, and fingers in, out, and all around my cunt until my body vibrated with the need to come. I buried a hand in his gray locks, holding him to my grinding core as my other reached out, finding Lucian’s tense, muscular thigh.
Faster and faster.
More and more
Hotter and hotter.
God, I just wanted to come.
I just wanted.
I just …couldn’t.
The pressure built to bursting with nowhere to go.
The two men on the other side of the couch watched me pant and yearn, on the brink of coming.
The couple who fucked in the corner glanced my way—waiting for my orgasm.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I whimpered and growled at once, on the edge of exploding in frustration instead of pleasure. Rough fingers gripped my chin, turning me to face the dark and dangerous man who made me his fiancée.
“Who does your orgasm belong to?” he asked.
“You,” I mewled.
“Exactly. So, give it to me.”
“I-I can’t.”
“You can,” he objected. He gripped the thin strap of my dress and pulled it down, baring my diamond-encased breast. “And you will.”
He maneuvered past the gems and gripped my pebbled nipple in his fingers, pinching and twisting—sending bolts of painful pleasure down to where the man’s lips sucked, and his fingers curved deep inside me.
“Give. It. To. Me.”
His deep voice sank deep into my body until it gripped the ball of pleasure, refusing to release, holding tight as it tugged it to the surface—claiming it as his own.
I held his stare, pressed my head back against the soft leather, thrust my hips hard against the man’s face, and abandoned myself to the waves of euphoria washing over me. I clung to Lucian—knowing he’d bring me back to shore safe and sound.
When I floated back to reality, the other man’s voice held an edge of desperation. “Can I flip her over? Can I fuck my cock between the curves of her ass?”
“As long as you make her come again.”
“Fuck yes.”
