The sudden, furious thrust of two broad male fingers into the clenched, creaming depth of her cunt had her h*ps jerking, eyes widening, and a harsh cry tearing from her lips as they met Tariq’s in a first, juicy, desperate kiss.
Between her thighs Abram’s fingers worked inside her pu**y. Stretching the tight depths, f**king past tender, ultrasensitive tissue then arcing his fingers for a too-loving stroke of incredible pleasure at the inner flesh located behind her clit. Tariq’s tongue pushed past her lips to find her tongue and tangle with it erotically.
Loyal to the quick, forceful thrusts inside her, Paige fought to keep her senses and lost.
There was too much pleasure, as Tariq’s head lifted, his lips moving along her jaw to her neck, her eyes opening to find Abram.
“How sensual you are, little cat,” he groaned, his fingers pushing deep again as Tariq’s lips moved along her neck to her shoulder. There he nipped at her flesh erotically.
“Answer me, or we stop.”
Abram’s fingers stalled inside her. Still stretching her as her juices gathered around them, his fingers were a destructive pleasure even as they did no more than possess her.
“Don’t stop,” she begged desperately, her h*ps wrestling with his fingers. “Fuck me.”
“Answer me,” Tariq growled. Both men stared down at her, their expressions assuring her they wouldn’t allow her to ignore the question further.
“Is this what you want?” Tariq repeated. “My lips and tongue feeding from your juicy pu**y?” He caught her fingers and drew them to his heavy erection. “My dick sinking into it?”
“Yes!” Her fingers curled around his cock, stroke and caressed the satiny silk over pure heated iron as her pu**y clenched around Abram’s fingers.
“I want you first.” Her fingers tightened on his cock. “Let me taste you, Tariq.” Her head lifted as he gave a harsh groan.
Moving to his knees he knelt beside her, leaned closer, and pushed his c**k into her mouth.
It was incredible. Small delicate fingers gripped and stroked his length as her other hand cupped and caressed his balls.
Tariq felt the roaring flames of pleasure tearing through his system.
Of all the women he had shared with Abram, of all the women they had seduced together, Paige was the one he had dreamed of, the one he had fantasized about the most. And now he knew why. As he watched his c**k head sinking past her lips, stretching them, he realized the incredible pleasure was only beginning.
If he didn’t move, if he didn’t pull free of her, he’d come. He’d fill her hot little mouth with a load of come like nothing he’d spilled in any other female’s mouth.
“Enough.” He pulled from her, drawing back as Abram pulled his fingers from her.
Moving between her thighs, his hands holding her still as his head lowered to the swollen flesh of her pu**y.
Abram watched. Stretching out beside her he caressed her perspiration-slick flesh, held her to him, and watched his cousin part the lush slick folds with his hungry tongue.
Paige strained beneath the feel of Tariq’s tongue as it lashed against the folds of her pu**y. She wasn’t being asked to pleasure them, though she would have, gladly. Instead, they were completely, totally focused on her pleasure.
Abram’s hands stroked from her br**sts to her lower stomach, his head lowering to allow his lips to caress, his tongue to taste the curve of her breast.
Tariq’s hands pushed beneath the curve of her rear, lifting her closer, tilting her h*ps to allow his tongue to move lower, to flicker against the opening of her vagina, teasing, sensitizing as her hand burrowed into Abram’s hair, clenching as Tariq flicked his tongue just inside the flexing, clenched entrance. His moan liberated against her flesh, causing her breath to catch on a broken moan.
Abram’s head lifted again, his lips moving to her ear.
“Is he teasing you, love?”
“Oh God, Abram, it’s killing me.” She tried to thrust against his tongue, to force it deeper inside her. “Let me come,” she begged, feeling the desperation she knew they heard in her voice. “Please, Abram, I need…” A shocked moan of intense pleasure ripped from her lips as she felt Tariq move his fingers through the cleft of her ass to tease and press firmly at the tiny, hidden entrance located there.
“Abram,” she gasped, her gaze meeting his as his head lifted, his eyes black fire as he caught her gaze.
“Relax, love,” he crooned gently. Tariq’s fingers drew back as his tongue pushed forward. “Just relax for us. We stop whenever you need us to,” he promised. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“More,” she moaned brokenly as the feel of Tariq’s fingers returned to the clenched opening. Cool, slickened with lubricant, he began pushing his finger inside her as Abram reached down, gripped beneath one knee, and lifted it.
An erotic shiver raced through her body and her lashes fluttered over her dazed eyes.