Goddess of Pain - Katie May Page 0,68

just barely hold in my moan at Desmond’s soft, taunting kisses juxtaposed by Avery’s brutal descent.

One of Avery’s fingers enter my tight channel, swirling the juices around in a decidedly lackadaisical manner.

“We are not having a competition that impedes my chances of getting an orgasm,” I hiss, groaning low in my throat when Avery adds a second finger.

“Baby,” Desmond purrs lazily, removing his lips completely from my aching breast. I practically growl, and I know that if my hands weren’t tied, I would grab his long hair and pull his face back down to my tit. “I promise you that you’ll love this idea.”

“Orrrr…” Avery starts as he removes his fingers from my pussy.

This time, I can’t stop myself from crying out in indignation.

“Or?” Desmond quirks a brow as he peels his shirt over the top of his head in a sexy way only some men are capable of pulling off. You know what I mean—grabbing the back collar and tugging it upwards, exposing the bronze, gorgeous planes of his chest in the process. He makes quick work of chucking off his shorts as well, his cock springing free, already dripping with pre-cum.

“Or you get top half and I get bottom?” Avery suggests. “And then we switch?”

Desmond grins diabolically, going all supervillain on my ass.

“It’s on.”

“Wait—” But my plea gets lost when both men descend on me in a fury. Desmond wastes no time capturing my beaded nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the tip. Avery drops to his knees behind me and uses his own tongue on my aching pussy. The dual stimulations have me bucking my hips, desperate for something that’s just out of reach.

Desmond begins to knead my neglected breast, pulling and twisting at my nipple, while Avery devours me from below. His teeth clamp down on my clit, tugging to the point of pain, before he releases me and replaces his tongue with three fingers. It feels as if I have an angel and devil on both of my shoulders, each one demanding my complete and utter attention.

But I can’t tell you which of my men is which.

Avery continues to scissor his fingers inside of me, stirring up heat and friction between my thighs, while Desmond’s hot and hungry mouth feasts on my nipple.

When Avery begins to use his thumb on my clit, causing my aching body to throb and pulse in response, Desmond bites down on the tight nub, pulling it through his teeth.

My orgasm ripples through me like shooting stars cleaving apart the inky black sky. When I finally come down from my high, I’m boneless and breathless, and I would’ve fallen on my ass if Desmond and Avery weren't there to hold me up.

“Fucking hell!” I gasp.

“Not bad, Living,” Desmond teases as he releases my nipple with an audible slurp.

“I could say the same for you, Rey.” Avery remains on the ground, just out of view, but I can tell from his voice that he’s wearing a cocky, self-satisfied smile. “Switch?”

“I have a better idea,” Desmond purrs as he leads my trembling body to the bed. “Hey, baby, are you up for a little anal play?”

“Jesus Christ,” I moan as I hear a drawer open and close.

“Our little goddess has been waiting for us,” Avery muses as he dangles a bottle of unopened lube and Desmond unties my hands. Apparently, the assholes used my own bra. “You’ve been waiting for our cocks, baby? Waiting for us to take you?”

Avery’s eyes soften as he stares at my sweaty, needy body. I just had one mind-blowing orgasm, and already, I’m desperate for another one.

“Is that a yes?” Desmond gently, but very forcefully, grips my chin and tilts my head back to meet his dark-rimmed eyes. “Baby, I need to hear your words.”

“Yes,” I groan. “I want your cocks inside of me.”

Avery smirks as he opens the bottle and drops a generous dollop of lube onto his fingers. Moving behind me, just out of sight, his finger runs down the crease between my ass cheeks.

Desmond holds my eyes as he puts his palms on my ribcage and slowly glides his fingers down the swell of my hips and to my thighs. The way he’s staring at me…

I feel beautiful.

It’s not always easy for me to feel like that. Even when I was a literal goddess, there were some days that I stared at myself in the mirror and wished I was thinner. Prettier.

But my men always stare at me in the way that an