Ian removed his fingers, and before she had time to form a protest, Jack grabbed her legs and pushed them back against her chest. He had his arm across her thighs, holding her lower half still as Ian thrust his fingers into her pussy again.

Her ass and pussy were completely exposed and in this position, his fingers felt so huge inside her.

And she loved it.

“Please, please,” she begged.

He pushed his fingers slowly in and out of her pussy.

Small cries escaped her. She was so desperate for more.

“It seems we’ve found a cure for that sassy mouth,” Ian said.

“Yep, our girl loves a good finger fucking.”

Oh my God.

Their girl?

A finger fucking?

Since when did Jack have such a dirty mouth? Well, she guessed there had been hints.

Another cry escaped. She was so close to coming just from having Ian’s fingers in her pussy. Usually she needed some clit stimulation to find release.

Then Ian slowly slid his fingers free.

“Nooo,” she groaned.

“You’re right, Jack. She tastes fucking delicious.”

God. What were they doing to her? Her whole body was tense and in need. Trembling.

“Please, please,” she begged.

“Shh, baby girl. You’re all right. We’re going to take care of you.” Jack lowered her legs back into their previous place before he cupped her pussy firmly. The heat of his hand seemed to calm her enough that she could take a deep breath and think.

“I’ve got to see these breasts,” Ian murmured, reaching behind her neck to undo the halter. Then he lowered the bikini top. Her nipples were hard. Aching.

Ian leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly.

She cried out as Jack joined him. He moved between her legs, his stomach brushing against her bare pussy as he sucked on her other nipple.

Ian lightly pinched down on her nipple with his free hand before soothing it with his tongue.

Heck.

It was too much. Maggie shook her head back and forth, wishing she could move her hands.

“Please. Please.”

Jack slid down her stomach, placing kisses on her skin until he reached her pussy.

She couldn’t take being teased anymore. Her skin felt like it was too tight. She needed to come.

“Shh, Little girl. Jack will take care of you. You’re all right,” Ian soothed as Jack ran his tongue along her slit.

He ran the flat of his tongue over her clit and she nearly came off the table.