“Fuck yourself on my fingers,” North demanded.
What?
Was he crazy? She couldn’t do that. Could she?
“Do what you’re told,” Jared said as he drew back. “Fuck yourself on his fingers. If you want pleasure, you’re going to have to take it.”
They were so mean.
But she found herself moving her hips. She placed her hands on North’s chest to steady herself as she moved up and down.
“That’s such a good girl,” Jared told her. “Look at you. Taking control of your own pleasure.” With one hand, he flicked her clit while cupping her breast with the other hand. He played with her nipple, squeezing it lightly.
She moaned. “Oh God. That feels so good.”
“What does?” North asked.
“All of it. It all feels amazing. Please. More. I need more.”
“What do you need?” Jared asked.
“Someone. I need someone to . . . to . . .”
“You need someone to fuck you?” Jared asked. “Do you want that?”
“Yes,” she said with a groan.
“Then beg,” North commanded. “Beg us to take you.”
She couldn’t do that. Could she?
“Please, please, please.”
Okay, it seemed that she could.
“Please take me. Please fuck me.”
“You think you’re ready for us,” North said to her as he started kissing down her back. “Ready for us to fuck you?”
“I am. I’m ready.”
“All right, then, baby,” Jared said. “We’re going to fuck you.”
North moved around sohe could kiss her properly.
Hot. Hard. Wet.
The last six months had been interesting. Full of challenges, like introducing their relationship to the family. Like getting used to having more emotions and feelings. He wasn’t going to say that he would ever be comfortable feeling things. But he was trying harder to demonstrate his feelings. At least around the two of them.
He leaned back to watch them.
Delicate and soft Angie.
Hard and powerful Jared.
As he watched them kiss, he ran his hand up and down his dick.
“Take me when you’re ready, baby,” Jared ordered. “Grab hold of my cock and take me inside you.”
