Page 82 of Temptation
He slid one finger inside of me at the same time as his tongue lapped at my clit. The mental barrier between rational thoughts and need crashed, leaving me a panting, needy mess.
I didn’t see him, but I could feel Ash next to me, and as I opened my eyes, his face was right in front of mine. He pressed his lips to mine, drinking me in, swallowing my cries of pleasure, while Dylan feasted on me.
“Mmgh,” I moaned in his mouth.
“Perfect,” Ash murmured and gripped my hair in his fist. “You’re so fucking perfect, Moonshine. And you’re ours.”
He dove, taking one of my nipples in his mouth, playing my body like a violin.
Black dots danced around me, my inner walls spasming around Dylan’s fingers, and when he entered the second one, all the while lapping at my juices, I pushed my chest toward Ash and wrapped my hand around his weeping cock.
“Fuck,” Ash cursed and bit down on the skin above my nipple. “Harder, Moonshine.”
Tightening my hold on him, I stroke up and down, collecting the precum from the crown of his dick. Increasing the pace, Dylan ate everything I had to give, while all the sensations in my body started colliding, traveling to that one spot. My back tingled, my eyes teared up at the assault on all my senses, and before I could stop it, before I could say anything, I shattered around Dylan’s fingers, crying from joy.
My voice echoed around us, my body floating somewhere far away from here, until Dylan slowed down, grinning down at me, with my juices smeared all over his face.
“Fucking delicious.”
Breathless, powerless to do anything in that moment, I let Ash scoop me up and lay me closer to the headboard. My legs lay open, waiting for the two of them.
Ash crawled toward Dylan, and without a second to spare, he pulled him into a scorching hot kiss, that sent another bout of desire through my body.
Dylan moaned, wrapping his hand in Ash’s hair.
Light and dark, they collided, ravaging each other as if they couldn’t get enough. I knew I couldn’t.
Ash suddenly moved away from Dylan, that hazy look I always loved evident in his eyes. He leaned to the side and picked something up from the bed. I didn’t see them before, but he was definitely ready for this.
He tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, and wrapped his hand around Dylan’s cock, stroking with slow, leisured movements.
“Jesus,” Dylan cursed. “More. Please.”
“I know, darling. I know.”
Ash rolled the condom onto Dylan and with one last kiss, he pushed him toward me. “I want you to show her how good we could be for her,” Ash murmured to Dylan’s ear. “Blow her fucking world.”
“Yes.” Dylan nodded and pulled me closer to him. With my legs around his hips, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. I sank into the kiss, giving my body, mind, and soul to him. A part of me belonged to Ash, but this second part… this part belonged to Dylan.
“Open your eyes, Little One,” Dylan instructed. I didn’t even realize I closed them, and with his command, they flew open, connecting with those blue depths of his. “I want you to look at me.” He turned his head around and looked at Ash. “I want you to look at us.”
Frantically nodding, I bit down on my lower lip, drunk on lust—drunk on them.
“That’s my good girl,” Ash said.
I didn’t dare move, didn’t dare speak, and while looking at me, Dylan held my thighs with a bruising grip, and started pushing his cock through my folds, going up and down, his crown hitting my sensitive clit.
“Such a good girl,” Dylan praised. “You’re so wet for us, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” I whimpered. “Please, Dylan. Please—”
“Almost there, baby girl. Almost there.”
He gripped himself at the root of his cock and directed it at my opening. Ash was big, long, and he always managed to press into all those needy little parts of me, but Dylan… Dylan was wider, thicker than Ash, and as he started pushing through my opening, the burning sensation from pain rolled over me.
I wanted to push him and pull him in. I wanted to run and stay, to scream and cry, and as the head of his cock finally pushed all the way inside, a breath whooshed out of me, while my body tried to adjust to his size.
He rocked on his knees, going deeper with every passing second, and I gripped the sheets beneath me, desperate to hold on to something. He rolled his hips, seeking more of me, and just as I thought I wouldn’t be able to take anything more, he pressed his finger to my clit and started circling it, pulling, rolling his thumb around it.
