“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.
She felt Tariq’s finger sink slowly into the nerve-laden depths of her anus.
Paige’s fingers clenched at Abram’s shoulders, locking onto him, holding onto his gaze as Tariq’s tongue ate at her pu**y decadently while his fingers lubricated, stretched, and accustomed her rear entrance to the slowly increasing width of more than one finger.
Abram held her knee back, his gaze never leaving hers, holding her steady, keeping her senses focused when she knew she would have shattered otherwise.
Broken, desperate moans escaped her lips as she fought for release, feeling that edge of oblivion just out of reach as it teased her with the coming ecstasy.
“Abram.” She gasped his name as she felt Tariq stretching her further. “Please, please make me come.”
Weak, pleading, the hoarseness of her own voice shocked her.
“Are you ready for us then?” A grimace tightened his face. Paige felt her lashes flutter closed again before she forced them open.
Ready for both of them?
She knew what he meant, just as she had always known what was coming once she became his lover.
To accept not just Abram and his possession of her, but Tariq, or whoever his third would be, as well.
“Yes,” she whispered desperately as her lips continued to surge against the slow, easy thrust of pleasure/pain pushing into her rear. “Oh God, Abram,” she moaned. “Please.”
If she didn’t come soon she would never survive the sensations increasing inside her.
Pleasure/pain and heated erotic hunger attacked every sensory receptor in her body and in her mind. She couldn’t bear to be without touch. If they stopped, if they didn’t continue to push her toward that precipice waiting ahead, then she wouldn’t survive the desertion.
If she didn’t continue the erotic journey to what had to be a coming orgasm, then she would lose her mind in the search for it.
“Come, love,” Abram whispered despite her cry of desperation as Tariq’s fingers and his torturous tongue deserted her.
As Tariq eased back from her she found herself being lifted, turned, and eased into Abram’s arms as he reclined on the bed.
Tariq guided her legs to both sides of Abram’s h*ps as Abram gripped the base of his cock, holding it steady. Paige tipped her head back with a low, desperate moan tearing from her as the wide crest parted the swollen, sensitive lips. She felt him push in to the hilt, filling her, stretching her to the point that pleasure and pain combined to create an inferno of heat and hunger that stole her mind.
As he penetrated fully his hands clamped on her hips, holding her still as she felt Tariq’s palm between her shoulder blades pressing her to Abram’s chest.
Staring down at Abram in sudden hesitation, she was aware of Tariq pausing behind her.
“Even better.” Abram released a hip to lift his hand and tuck her hair behind her shoulder, before he brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “We’ll take care of everything, baby. All you have to do is feel good. Just let us love you.”
Let him love her.
She had dreamed of that, she had ached for it for so many years.
Paige softened, her body relaxing once again as she let herself be pressed to Abram’s chest. Her ni**les buried against the heat and hardness of the wide muscles as her hands moved to his shoulders, her fingers gripping them tightly.
Abram’s hands moved to the back of her head, fingers threading into the strands as he turned her to him, his lips catching hers in a hard, hungry kiss.
His tongue pressed between her lips as behind her, Tariq moved closer, the slick, thick head of his c**k sliding along the crease of her ass to find the sensitive, snug pucker of the entrance.
“Hold onto Abram, love,” Tariq whispered behind her, his lips at her shoulder as she felt the steady, heated pressure of his c**k beginning to part the tight, flexing little hole.
Abram’s kiss deepened, his moan, a dark, male growl as Tariq began to impale the once unbreached entranced into her body.
Sexual arousal was a firestorm of need raging through her body as she cried out into Abram’s kiss. It was pleasure and pain rocking her senses as she felt a slow, steady penetration of Tariq’s c**k entering her rear.
Each inch sinking inside the depths of her ass had her more aware of the thick, heavy intrusion in her pu**y and the desperation inside her body for release.
Her vagina milked at the erection filling her as she felt Tariq delivering deeper. Her nails bit at Abram’s shoulders, as he released her lips.
Paige gasped, her body jerking, hard shudders racing through her as she felt Tariq press all the way in behind her. She clenched around the dual intrusions, shuddering with pleasure, with agony and ecstasy as they began to move.
She hadn’t known that pain could be addictive when mixed with the ecstatic waves of erotic response as they surged through her. She hadn’t known that she could completely lose her senses as Tariq lay over her, his broad chest at her shoulders as the two men began to move inside her.
“Abram!” Weak, breathless, she called out his name as she felt her last hold on reality begin to slip away. “Oh God, hold me. Please hold me.”
She was going to fly apart at the seams, she could feel it. She was going to lose herself and her mind right along with her senses.
“I have you, love.” His voice was a dark, primal growl. “Tariq and I have you.”
They were moving, thrusting inside her, filling and stretching her pu**y, her ass, possessing both with every tightening stroke as Paige felt her body vibrating, tensing. Pleasure was building inside her, burning, the sensual flames rising higher until she felt the conflagration detonate inside her.
Violent, fiery, her orgasm began tearing through her senses, drawing a shattered, broken cry from her throat.
Her pu**y locked down, milking Abram’s c**k as the muscles surrounding Tariq’s began to flex and tighten in response.