Page 83 of Temptation
“Fuuuuuck!”
“Relax, Little One,” he soothed. “Relax for me.”
I took a deep breath and let my body relax.
“That’s it,” he murmured and pushed all the way inside, knocking the air out of my lungs.
The walls of my pussy spasmed, pulling a groan from him. He lowered his head as if to control himself, but it didn’t last long.
With his fingers playing me like a violin, he started pushing in and out, increasing the pace with every passing second, and I wanted more, more, more. I needed everything they had to give.
“Faster,” I whimpered. “Please go faster.”
A cheeky, little grin took over his face, and without a minute to waste, he increased his pace, his hips pistoning into me. His balls slapped against my ass. My chest rose from the bed while I held the sheets in a white-knuckled grip.
“Oh. My. God!”
“Open your eyes, Moonshine. Look at me,” Ash commanded. “Look at us.”
My eyes went wide, tearing up from the pleasure, from the pain pushing me closer to the edge, and I looked at him.
He stood behind Dylan, coating his hands with lube. He squirted some on his dick as well, stroking himself. His cheeks were rosy, flushed from the insanity of the three of us. He came behind Dylan, and without waiting for permission, he pushed at his back, bending him down.
“Spread your legs for me,” he told Dylan.
Dylan, my beautiful, broken, Dylan, looked at him over his shoulder and slowed down his pace. Confusion littered his face, but one look at Ash and he understood what was going on.
He kept circling my clit, holding me in place, and spread his legs wider for Ash.
“Beautiful,” Ash murmured, stroking his hand over Dylan’s ass. “Both of you. So fucking beautiful.” He pressed a kiss to Dylan’s shoulder. “And both of you are mine.”
I thought Dylan would complain, reject his words, but as if on cue, his body went lax, but his grip on my hip never went down.
Ash caressed Dylan’s skin—his back, his shoulders, going down, down, down, until he reached his goal. With a determined look on his face, he spread Dylan’s ass cheeks, and grinned at me.
“Have you ever been fucked, Dylan?” he asked him, all the while looking at me.
“N-No,” Dylan answered, panting, dark desire swirling in his eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Dylan’s head fell onto my chest as Ash’s finger entered him from behind. With every stroke from Ash, Dylan rocked back and forth, fucking me at the same time.
“Holy shit,” I murmured. But I needed more. So much more. “Ash!”
“Slowly, Moonshine. We need to do this slowly.”
He took the lube with his other hand and poured more over his hand. His muscles spasmed as he worked on Dylan, and I almost felt it when he entered one more finger.
“I-I can’t,” Dylan cried out. “More. Please, please. I need more.”
Ash didn’t say a word, and with his one hand wrapped around his dick and the other one going in and out of Dylan, my own desire mixed with theirs. I was on the brink of falling apart. Dylan rocked back and forth, sending shock waves through my system, but they needed to move.
And they had to do it fast.
“Ash!” I complained again. “I need—”
“Fuuuuck!” Dylan yelled out. “That’s the spot,” he cried. “Jesus fucking fuck.”
“You’re so fucking tight,” Ash murmured, staring down at Dylan’s ass. “I’m gonna love breaking you apart.”
“Now, Ash!” Dylan urged, tears evident in his eyes as he looked up at me. I stroked his hair, wrapping my hands around the back of his neck, feeling the tension rolling through his body. “Please,” Dylan begged. “Please. I’m begging you.”
