Page 66 of Deadmen's Queen

“Shall we tell him, Paige?” Nate murmured wickedly as he slid one of his fingers into my ass and I cried out. “Shall we tell him what a dirty girl you are?”

“Nate,” I gasped, my body shuddering as he pushed deeper, his other hand still working my clit in circles. My head fell back, and I caught a glimpse of him through my lashes, a dark and wicked grin on his lips.

“He likes the show, doesn't he?” Tristan murmured from beneath me and I whimpered in response, my hips bucking against them both.

Nate's laugh was low and husky as he leaned in closer. “You have no idea, darling,” he purred into my ear. His finger started moving inside me rhythmically, adding to the sensation of Tris pumping into me. “You take us both so well.”

The room filled with our heavy breaths and moans, the friction between our bodies building into a maddening heat. Tristan was watching us intently, his blue eyes darkened with lust. He reached up to pull me down into a hard kiss, his tongue dancing with mine as Nate continued to finger me.

I could feel my climax building from somewhere deep within me. The sensation of being filled from both ends was overwhelming. It was too much and yet not enough, spiralling out of control.

Nate's fingers moved faster on my clit and I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave.

Nate didn't stop. His fingers kept moving, slowly now, drawing out my orgasm even longer. His other hand held me steady as my body quaked in post-orgasmic tremors. My cries echoed through the room, followed by panting, heavy breaths.

“God, you're beautiful when you come apart,” Tristan said, gazing up at me.

“Fuck this,” Nate growled from behind me. His fingers withdrew from my ass. “Tristan, swap with me.”

“What?” I asked, still feeling dazed from my climax. I mewed in protest, as Tristan grinned up at Nate, and lifted me up and off his cock.

“So desperate for cock, aren’t we, Paige?” Nate asked with a dark grin, as Tristan rolled off the bed and he took his place. I looked down at Nate’s cock, bigger and longer than Tristan’s, precum beading on the slit, and I ran my tongue over my bottom tip. Nate laughed.

“Not today, my love.” He grabbed my hips, pulling me astride him, and I reached down between my legs, guiding the swollen head to my pussy. I sank down slowly, partly to adjust to his size, but mostly because I loved the feel of every inch of him sliding inside me.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” muttered Tristan standing next to us, his eyes fixed on my pussy. “How the fuck are you taking him all, sunshine? So fucking hot.”

Nate laughed, his hands moving to my waist and pulling me fully down onto him. I gasped sharply, my back arching as he filled me completely. His thick length stretched me, filling me in a way that was both torturous and delicious.

“It was a very nice surprise,” he admitted. “I've never met a woman who could take all of me. But Paige’s little cunt is just so greedy for cock. I think her ass might be too, Tris.”

I gasped, looking back at Tristan and my eyes trailed down his body to his cock, hard and glistening with my wetness. He noticed my gaze and smirked. “Did you think I was done?”

He climbed onto the bed behind me, pushing me down onto Nate’s chest. His fingers trailed down to my ass, slipping inside as Nate had done, scissoring to stretch me further and I moaned.

“Tristan,” I whimpered.

“Relax, sunshine,” Tristan murmured, pulling his fingers out.

Nate watched the whole thing with a look of pure hunger on his face. His hands were in constant motion, wandering over my body with a possessive touch that had me writhing in anticipation.

“You ready?” he asked as Tristan positioned himself at my back entrance.

“I think so,” I whispered back, gripping onto Nate’s shoulders to steady myself.

“Good,” Tristan murmured, pressing his head against my entrance. The pressure was intense, but not unbearable. I felt myself stretch, accommodating him as he pushed into me inch by inch. Tristan didn't rush, his pace achingly slow but deliberate. The sensation was overwhelming, filling me in ways no one else had ever done before. Nate's lips found mine in a searing kiss, swallowing my cries as Tristan finally filled me completely.

A low groan escaped Nate's lips as Tristan began moving, his pace slow and careful. My body was writhing between the two of them, caught in an exquisite torment I had never experienced before.

“Oh fuck! Both of you inside me...” I gasped, clutching tighter onto Nate's shoulders as the overwhelming feeling took over me.

“Fuck,” Tristan groaned out from behind me, his thrusts growing rougher. The bed frame creaked under our combined weight and the room filled with our heavy breaths and soft moans.

Nate's hands fisted in my hair as he watched Tristan fuck me. The sight of us must have inflamed him because his thrusts grew more intense, matching Tristan’s rhythm. Sweat coated our bodies as we moved faster and harder, our breaths coming out in short gasps. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room along with our primal sounds of pleasure.

“I love how greedy for our cocks you are, Paige,” Nate groaned into my ear. His hands moved up to my breasts, kneading them in time with his thrusts.

“You're so fucking tight," Tristan hissed, his pace relentless, and I could feel the pressure building again. “I can feel Nate’s cock inside you…”

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