Page 151 of The Betrothal

Seb’s hands ran over my thighs and my exposed centre, his fingers slipping inside before he dragged them up and over my ass.

I wriggled but he stopped me, repeating the movement over and over.

Alex leaned back against the sofa, watching me as I set the pace. I realised I was matching their punishing fucking from earlier and the thought went straight to my centre, the wetness there endlessly increasing.

Seb’s finger began to press inside.

I whimpered, my body beginning to shake.

Ben guided my mouth away from Alex and onto him.

Alex’s hand picking up where my mouth left off. “Clean him up, Izzy.”

I licked the length of Ben, sucking him while he whispered words of encouragement while Alex growled pure filth.

“She fucking loves how you’re talking to her.” Seb’s fingers swirled through the impossible wetness; he then eased his cock into me. The size of him comparable to the other two and all of them equally unmanageable, I thanked my stars that I was so wet but still cried out at the sensitivity of being so well fucked.

Alex and Ben began to pass me between their straining erections, letting me take them at my pace they slowly lost their composure, driving into my mouth ravenously.

Seb fucked me steadily, his fingers tracing around where we joined, they glided up over my ass once more. This time I moaned in anticipation.

When I didn’t stiffen, Seb eased his finger in then drew it out gradually.

I felt my core pulse, my back arching.

Seb didn’t chuckle like I expected, I felt him shudder, a depraved groan following.

His fingers gathered the wet heat from between my legs and slathered it over the sensitive ring of muscle, then his finger was back inside me.

I mewled, sucking down Ben with added vigour.

“More, Seb,” Alex encouraged.

The pressure increased and I felt a burning stretch, the sensation overwhelming.

My mouth popped off Ben’s cock and I groaned, beginning to pant.

“Do you like that, Sugar?” Ben stroked my cheek.

I bit my lip at the two men who watched me like prey.

“Yes.” My voice was quiet.

Alex and Ben both worked themselves and I didn’t know where to look, the sensation of Seb’s cock sliding in and out and the two fingers nestled in my ass was intoxicating.

“She’s fucking herself on my fingers,” Seb moaned and I realised he was right. I was pressing backwards each time he thrust, pushing him deeper and deeper into me.

“I think she can take it,” Alex spoke to Seb over my shoulder.

Ben took the opportunity to slide into my open mouth. “Swallow me down, Sugar.” He pushed deep, spilling into my throat and I did as he asked.

He collapsed, laying a sweet kiss onto my lips. “Ready?”

“Please,” I begged.

Seb withdrew, then he pushed his erection against my ass, the broad width of his head bigger than his fingers.

He rolled his hips, edging just inside.