“Perhaps I’ve changed my mind about all this sharing stuff,” she announced as Ian paused.
She shot him a deliberately wide-eyed look.
“Really?” He arched his brow mockingly.
“Oh yes.” She nodded emphatically. “Alyssa was sooo good, Ian. Perhaps I’d like to trade you in?”
His eyes glinted with mirth. It was amazing, seeing that laughter, this playful, dominant side that she was only now experiencing.
“We’ll have to see about that.” His hand lifted from his erection as he moved in on her then.
Laughing, she dodged to the side, intending to put the chair between them, to hold him off for just a few seconds longer. She wasn’t nearly quick enough. Before she could do more than gasp he had her, pulling her arms behind her back and pushing her upper body over the back of the chair.
Interesting.
She watched, wide-eyed as Khalid began to move toward them, a wicked grin on his lips as her belly braced against the low back.
“Shame on you, Courtney.” Her skirt proved little hindrance and was dispensed with quickly. Then a heavy hand landed on her ass as she struggled in Ian’s grip. “Stay still. I want to watch this pretty little ass turn red for me.”
A cry escaped her lips as his hand landed again, lower this time, creating a fiery warmth between her pu**y and her ass as he toed her legs further apart.
“Ever had that sweet little pu**y spanked, baby?” He leaned close, his breathing hard and heavy as he asked the question. “It’s so naughty and wet. I think it needs to be spanked.”
“Ian…” A scream tore from her throat as his palm connected with light force on the soaked, silken, bare folds of her cunt.
She went to her tiptoes, her eyes widening, gasping for breath as the blow was followed with a quick, hard thrust of his finger inside the milking depths of her pu**y.
She nearly came.
She was so close, so sensitized by the earlier erotic play that she felt her womb rippling in warning.
“I don’t think so.” His finger retreated, his hand moving, only to land forcefully on her rear as Khalid stepped close to the chair.
His c**k was in line perfectly for her lips.
“Open your mouth,” Ian growled hoarsely as he spanked the tender curve of her ass again. “I want to watch you take it, Courtney. Open your lips and suck his c**k in.”
His hand landed again. Burning pleasure-pain shot through her system as another gasp escaped, only to be replaced by the dark width of Khalid’s cock. The bulging head pressed past her lips as Ian landed another small strike on her ass.
She was burning, not just from the spanking, which produced its own heat, physically and sexually, but from the lust building in her veins, flowing through her body. She could feel her juices leaking from her pu**y, saturating the already wet folds and dampening her thighs.
Her tongue swiped over the hot crest of Khalid’s cock, her eyes rising, meeting his as the torturous pleasure continued.
“Ian, cover her f**king eyes before I come,” Khalid groaned as his gaze met hers, his expression twisting erotically. “All that damned innocence while my dick fills her mouth is too much.”
Ian chuckled roughly as she shuddered, her eyes widening.
She wanted to see.
She had to see.
But she was doomed to disappointment. Within seconds Ian had transferred her wrists to Khalid’s grip, the other man’s c**k still filling her mouth as he drew the thick black silk over her eyes, secured it, then did the same with her hands.
She was blind. Helpless.
She whimpered at the sudden mental emphasis that she was now completely in their control.
Seconds later, Khalid’s c**k popped from her mouth as she whimpered in disappointment, only to catch her breath as she found herself suddenly sitting in the chair.