Page 35 of Tickled Pink

Thad chuckles. “Silly pinky,” he says. “I don’t think we’d try to stop you…”

I open my mouth and guide it toward Thad’s tip. He bites down, eager for pleasure, but I turn my head at the last moment and take Max between my lips instead.

They both laugh.

“Bad girl,” Thad says.

“Good girl,” Max argues.

“Either way, she’s going on my naughty list.”

I take Thad’s cock in my palm and stroke him slowly while I lick Max from base-to-tip. Max grows rock hard in my mouth, nearly brushing the back of my throat with his length. I gaze from him to Thad, and my core throbs at the look in his eyes as he watches us. There’s no jealousy in his eyes. Just a delightful mix of pleasure and longing.

I squeeze his cock, letting him know how badly I want him as well, and Thad’s smile curls up his cheek.

Max pulls out of my mouth and purposefully guides my face in Thad’s direction. “My turn to watch,” he says, out of breath. “I want to see him fuck your adorable face.”

My entire body quivers, just like it always does when Max suddenly brings out the dirty talk. I happily submit to it and swirl my tongue around Thad’s throbbing tip.

“Fuck,” Thad breathes. His fingers slowly clench my hair. “I’ve been waiting all night for this…”

I tease him, refusing to take him in more than an inch. He can tell. The look on his face shows me that much, but he never forces his way. A playful pinch of the hair on the back of my head is as far as he goes, and I never worry for a moment that will change.

That level of restraint should surely be rewarded.

I bob my head on him, clamping my lips around his thick shaft, and he lets out a pleasing groan.

“That’s my girl,” he says, smiling.

“Mine, too,” Max says as I stroke him.

Thad caresses my concave cheek. “That’s our girl,” he says. “What do you think, Max? Has she waited long enough?”

I suck and stroke them harder, faster. They react together with breathy grunts and my sex burns at the sound of their simultaneous pleasure.

“Yes,” Max answers.

Thad eases backward, sliding his cock out of my mouth. “Up,” he says firmly.

I obey, quickly rising off the bed. Thad grips the bottom of my blouse and pulls it over my head while Max tugs at the zipper on my jeans and forces them down to my ankles. I step out of them and stand in nothing but my bra and panties. They step closer, touching their skin to mine, and I lose track of whose hand is whose.

“Lie down,” Max says.

I plop down on the bed with a smile on my face. Thad guides me back to rest against the pillows while Max climbs on top of me, quickly settling between my wide open legs.

Max hooks my panties and pulls them down. “Have we kept you nice and teased tonight, Phoebe?” he asks.

“Hell yeah,” Thad says, his hand gliding behind my back to unhook my bra. “Milady was not amused when I told her.”

Max turns his head down and smiles. “Still so wet…” he growls, his mouth inching toward me. “Pink and perfect.”

I tremble, wanting it so badly. “Please,” I beg.

He kisses my inner thighs. “Sounds like she wants it, Thad.”

“It does sound like that, Max.”

I mewl between them. “Please,” I say again.

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