Page 125 of Blaze of Vengeance


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It’s his four-fingered hand, too.

“River,” I moan. I struggle against Blaze and Asch, trying to scratch them.

Blaze kisses my lips again, while Asch leans over to suck and nip at my nipple.

River ignores my protests, or maybe they drive him on because he withdraws his fingers so he can get at my clit with his tongue instead.

Asch nips me, teeth teasing my nipple as his tongue lashes against it like River’s tongue against my clit.

It feels good.

It doesn’t make sense.

Sex is supposed to be frantic, forceful. It’s not about slow; it’s about getting what you need. Feeling good, making the other person feel good, but not…

Not like this.

I moan as another wave of pleasure hits me.

“Asch,” I complain. I think it’s a complaint. But he keeps working my nipple, almost in tandem with River’s movements between my legs.

“Shh.” Blaze strokes my hair and kisses me again, as gently as before. “We’ve got you, Pandora.”

I’m going to come apart.

Iamcoming apart.

Asch teases my other nipple with his fingers. “Do you need River inside of you?” he murmurs. “You’ll get to have all of us.”

“Yes,” I say.

I’m not begging.

But I wantmore.

I again try to reach out for one of them, but Blaze and Asch don’t let me go. I should be mad about it, but it’s almost… comforting.

It’s okay to be a bit weaker.

A bit smaller.

A bit more human.

River gets up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He moves up the bed, and he takes his time getting in place before starting to push inside of me. It takes what feels like an eternity, and I whine in protest.

It doesn’t make him go any faster.

Between Asch and Blaze and River touching me, the pleasure starts to ramp up. I’m not sure I can come like this, with it so slow and gentle, but I think I want to try.

“You’re stretched so wide around River,” Blaze says. “Your cunt is begging for him.”

“Yes,” I agree. “More. Please, River,more.”

River sort of obliges me. His thrusts pick up in speed, but they’re still gentle. He brushes his fingers across my cheek, then presses them against my lips. “Suck,” he tells me.

I take his fingers into my mouth and suck on them like I would a cock. I drag my tongue over the pads of his fingertips, tasting the hint of salt.

He thrusts them into my mouth at the same pace he takes up with my cunt, and despite the slow, leisurely pace, it isn’t long before he’s starting to tense up.