Page 31 of Ruthless Kings of Vengeance
Challenge accepted.
I slip two fingers inside her, curling them just right, feeling the way she clenches around me, already on edge. My mouth seals over her clit, sucking hard as I pump my fingers in and out of her, my pace relentless, my goal singular.
Eva sobs out a moan, her body shaking as Zander whispers praises in her ear, his hands everywhere — on her tits, her throat, her stomach, his touch a constant reassurance that she is ours.
She’s so close, I can feel it.
How her pussy quakes around my fingers with every deep thrust, building her pleasure until its reaching that wonderous peak of bliss.
Her thighs tremble, her breath comes in ragged, desperate little gasps.
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice breaking. “Ren?—”
But I pull my fingers out just before she can tip over the edge, replacing them with my tongue, enjoying the squirt of juices and licking up every drop of slick that spills from her.
Her hands fist in my hair, tugging so hard that it makes me groan, but I don’t stop.
I want to feel her come apart. I want to taste every single second of it.
Her body locks up, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she comes, her release flooding my mouth, spilling over my lips, down my chin. I lap it up, groaning against her as I fuck herwith my tongue, prolonging every blissed-out tremor until she’s gasping, shaking, barely standing.
“Goddamn,” Zander murmurs, his fingers tightening on her hips. “We should make her do that again.”
Eva’s chest heaves as she tries to recover, her head falling back against Zander’s shoulder, her entire body pliant, spent.
But Zander isn’t done with her yet.
He smirks against her ear, his voice rough as he murmurs.
“Think you can take a little more, Dolcezza?”
She moans, but the sound is more eager than exhausted.
And that’s all the invitation I need.
I rise to my feet, gripping her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes are glazed, her lips swollen, her skin flushed from pleasure.
I kiss her hard, letting her taste herself on my tongue, groaning when she moans into my mouth.
Behind her, Zander hums, one hand sliding down her back, lower, until his fingers tease the tight ring of muscle between her cheeks.
“I’d love to test this pretty ass of yours,” he murmurs, pressing a single finger against her. “You’d let me, wouldn’t you, baby?”
She shudders, her moan swallowed by my mouth, but she nods, her hands tightening on my shoulders.
“Good girl,” he praises, slipping one finger inside her, slowly, carefully, watching the way she trembles at the stretch.
And while he works her open, I press the head of my cock against her entrance, teasing her, feeling how wet she still is.
“Look at you,” I breathe, my voice thick with need. “Taking us so fucking well.”
She whimpers as I slide into her, slow and deep, letting her feel every inch as she stretches around me. And fuck, she’s tight, so fucking perfect, gripping me like she was made for this.
Zander hums his approval, slipping another finger inside her, stretching her slowly while I move in long, deep thrusts.
“Such a good girl for us,” he murmurs, his fingers still working her open. “Our ruthless fucking Queen.”
She whimpers at that, her body tightening, her pleasure mounting all over again. And when she finally breaks, coming around me with a sharp cry, Zander follows, pumping himself until he spills over her back, breathless and wrecked.
