I can’t fucking wait to push myself into her balls deep, but instead, I say, “I could do this all day. I could finger fuck you until Oliver and Misha come home, and if my hand gets tired, one of them could take over for me. Ever had three men making you come in one day?”
Why am I even asking this? I don’t want to know.
And the thought of having Oliver and Misha here should turn me off, but thinking about all our hands on her at the same time makes my cock weep even more.
“Misha’s the only one who ever made me come,” she gasps out.
Wait, what?
I don’t stop the movement of my fingers in her, my thumb still circling her clit when I reach out with my free hand and grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “What did you just say?”
Did Misha pop her cherry?
“My ex never made me come,” she whispers, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
I can’t tell if I love or hate that fact.
I reach down to pinch her nipple, making her gasp. “Don’t talk about another man while I fuck you, no matter what I’m fucking you with.”
“But Misha—” She frowns before I make her gasp again when I rub her clit harder, her body writhing beneath me.
“Oliver and him don’t count. Nobody else, just us.”
“Just us,” she repeats.
Did she just agree to what we want to propose to her?
“Good girl.” Leaning down, I lick up her throat and whisper in her ear, “How many times did he make you come?”
She hesitates before answering, her body trembling with anticipation. “Two.”
“Sounds like you have to come three times for me.”
She whimpers, closing her eyes, “I can’t… I need?—”
“Look at me. Look at me while I play with you.” Her breathing is heavy, her chest heaving as she stares up at me, her eyes wide with desire. “That’s it. Look at me.”
She moans, her body trembling as I bring her closer to the edge. “More,” she begs, her fingers gripping my wrist tightly.
“I’ll give you more.” I press my thumb down on her clit as I curl my fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot that makes her cry out in pleasure. She squeezes my wrist and pulls me into her, making me almost lose my mind. “Fuck, yes, come for me, baby… come for me.”
I watch as she comes undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. And in that moment, I know that she’s mine, and I’m never letting her go.
Even if I have to share her.
Slipping my fingers out of her, I circle her nipple before I trail them down her body, watching as they leave a wet trail and goose bumps in their wake.
My lips chase the path my fingers have blazed, pressing tender kisses and nips along the way. She’s trembling beneath me, her breath hitching as I make my way down to her core. Her heart is racing, matching the frantic beat of my own.
“The sounds you make drive me wild,” I murmur against her skin, each word a breath of heat. I’ll probably go crazy if I can’t fuck her soon. But damn.
Can’t have Misha win, can we?
Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I spread her wide open for me.
I pause, drinking in the sight of her—pink, glistening, and swollen with want.
Unable to resist, I dip my head, drawing my tongue along her slit in a languid, exploratory stroke. She’s sweet and heady, a taste that’s uniquely hers, and I’m utterly intoxicated. Her gasp, the way her hips lift to meet my mouth, it’s an invitation I’m all too eager to accept.
