Page 74 of The Devils' Darling

“You won’t get away—” I start.

He drops to his knees in front of me, yanks me toward him so I’m half-off the couch, and pushes my legs apart. In a swift movement, he rolls my panties down, tossing them away, and then covers my pussy with his mouth. My threat dies on my lips as he plunges his tongue inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan.

Kirill moves behind the couch, and his fingers cup my chin. He tilts my head back, and then ducks down to kiss me. I arch my hips up as Dom swirls his tongue around my clit. I’m still so sensitive from them fingering me in the field, and now I’m flying on a whole new level. Dom slides two fingers back inside me as he continues to flick my clit with his tongue, and Kirill captures my cries in his mouth. It doesn’t take long before I’ve slid halfway down the couch and I’m riding Dom’s face—albeit horizontally.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasp. “Oh, shit. Oh, yes.”

But to my frustration, Tino interrupts.

“Don’t let her come yet.”

Dom immediately pulls away from me, and I give a cry of frustration. I reach between my thighs to finish myself off, but Kirill grabs both my hands, stopping me. I squirm with need.

“Let’s play a game,” Tino announces. “Mackenzie is blindfolded and bent over the couch, then we each get the chance to fuck her.”

A murmur of agreement rises among the other two, but he holds up a finger to stop them.

“But we have one rule,” he continues. “We each only get three thrusts before we have to pull out and let the next one go.”

“Three?” I exclaim. “You’ll never be able to get off with only three.”

“Who won’t?” Tino asks.

“Any of you!” Despite my frustration, I’m half laughing at the idea. They’re going to end up fighting over fucking me.

“Okay, five thrusts,” Tino relents, “but Kenzie doesn’t know which of us it is, and whoever makes her come, wins.”

“What if we come first?” Kirill asks.

“Then you lose.”

Kirill grins. “Coming inside Mackenzie doesn’t sound like a loss to me.”

Dom chuckles. “But whoever comes inside her last will be fucking her with all the rest of our cum inside her too. Isn’t that like your dream scenario, Kill?”

I’m going to be able to tell the difference between them—especially Tino with all his piercings—but I don’t tell them that. Let them have their fun. Besides, the idea of each of them taking their turn with me is hot.

“I’m up for it,” I say.

I reach a hand to Dom, and he pulls me up and spins me around so I’m bent over the couch. I’m already without my panties, so he just flips up the short skirt of my sundress so it rides over my hips. Tino has found a silk scarf from the drawer they’ve been slowly filling with lingerie and toys for us to play with down here. He covers my eyes with the silky cool material, the room around me vanishing, and ties it at the back of my head.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs.

In the dark now, I spread my legs. I’m still wet and swollen from them fingering me, and now I feel wantonly exposed. The rustle of clothing being removed around me only heightens the unbearable tension. Then hands grip my hips, and a smooth cockhead nudges at my entrance. I curl my fingers into the sides of the coach and groan as the cock penetrates me and slides deeper. Not Tino, so either Dom or Kirill. I suspect it’s Dom, as he likes to be the leader and will want to go first.

“You need to count,” Tino says, somewhere over my shoulder, but not directly behind me—just as I’d expected.

A cock is embedded deep inside me now. Whoever it belongs to is holding still, making the most of their time.

“One,” I exhale.

Oh, so slowly, they pull back out of me, almost to the point where they’d slip out completely if they went any farther, and, with equally maddening slowness, they slide back in again. Oh, fuck. My breathing grows ragged. God, that feels good.

“Two.”

I know it’s Dom for sure now. I recognize the woodsy scent he wears as he fucks me with another stroke.

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