Page 27 of The Doctor's Truth

“This is new,” I say and place my hand on him. He’s surprised me with a tattoo. A dove swooping across his rib cage. “I like it.”

He grins. “Good, because it’s not going anywhere.”

I kiss him. He tastes like me—and like Donovan. It’s intoxicating.

“I need you inside of me,” I whisper against his mouth.

“Yeah…”

We roll around, but this time I pin him underneath me, straddling him. I kiss his lips once more before shifting around so I’m sitting in his lap.

Here, I can reach down and take him in my hand. He’s so hard, and huge. Bigger than I remember. How did I lose my virginity to this?

“Hold on,” Donovan says. He vanishes into the bathroom for only a moment, and when he comes back, he has a condom between his fingers.

He unwraps it for me. What a gentleman.

“Thanks.” I take it and shift back, Jason’s thickness against my pelvis. I roll the condom over him and give him a couple of strokes to secure him. He moans in response.

I take him between my legs and ease Jason’s cock inside of me. He fills me. Stretches me. A delicious, beautiful ache. As I slide down it, I fix my eyes on Donovan.

He’s watching me. Watching us. His hand reaches inside of his open pants, and he strokes himself.

I reach out and tug at his pants. He finally kicks them off and gets into bed with us.

Donovan is naked now, except for the chain around his neck with two rings, and the leather cuff he keeps wrapped around his wrist. There’s something about that I find unbearably sexy.Something about the way the cuff bobs up and down as he strokes his impressive length makes me throb. I fuck myself on Jason’s thick cock, head dropping with a moan. His hand settles on my hip, but he’s not guiding me. It rests there, encouraging, as he lets me take him at my own pace.

“Let me,” I tell Donovan.

His eyes narrow. “Let you what?”

“Suck you. Please.” My mouth is dry for the want of it.

His jaw slackens. Then he positions himself in front of me and slips his hand to the back of my head, cradling it. “Come here…”

I like the way his fingers feel in my hair. He holds the long strands back as I bend to kiss the head of him. I have to get on my hands to keep Jason inside of me, all while pleasuring Donovan, too. He’s a beautiful man—thick, hard—and the tip of him glistens, leaking with want. I take him in my mouth, tasting the heat of him, the salt of him, and I trace my tongue deliberately over his veins. He throbs in my mouth, and I can hear him moan—or is that Jason?

We’re tangled together, all three of us. Pleasure ebbing and flowing in waves.

I love this—crushed between them. The conduit of their desire. The two strong, strapping men are sighing, twitching, moaning my name.

And God, it feels good.

I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. I’m humping Jason like an animal, grinding him deep inside of me as I make sloppy work of Donovan, licking, sucking, swirling. The heat between all three of us is building to a peak.

Donovan’s grip tightens in my hair. He reaches his hand between my legs. I’m sopping wet; I can feel my slickness against his fingers, and he finds my clit and begins flicking it mercilessly. His voice is a thick, low growl when he murmurs in my ear, “Cum with me.”

I can’t stop it. A loud whine escapes me, and everything in me gets tight, so tight, until—

I explode around Jason. My orgasm throbs through me, hard, with pleasure so intense I grip the blanket as I ride it out.

Donovan fills my mouth, the sweet salt of him, and I find myself dizzy as I suck, and pulse, and drink. My entire body feels like a heartbeat; even my skin feels like it’s throbbing.

When he starts to soften in my mouth, he slips his hand on my jaw and removes himself from me. Then he kisses me, heatedly. I’m putty in their hands, putty in his mouth.

I can feel my clit still jumping against Donovan’s fingers. He’s not slowing down. “Ready for round two?”

“Two?” I echo, my voice hazy.

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