Page 38 of Betrayed By Dragons

"You still ready for me back here?" Rafe probes at my asshole with his thumb.

I stagger at the pressure as he gently parts me.

And I probably am. I've felt slick and messy and stretched ever since he fucked me there yesterday.

"You'd let me, wouldn't you?" Rafe rumbles. "Let me get in there all but dry while Jianyu fucks your pussy. Let us tear you apart."

Fuck--I know it would be terrible, that it would hurt, but I barely care.

"I wouldn't," Jianyu growls, but it isn't a sexy growl this time.

"Fuck off." Rafe's frustration with Jianyu leaks into his voice.

I shake my head. I've had enough of Rafe's resentment toward Jianyu for the two of us spending a little alone time together yesterday; he more than made up for that when he fucked my ass in the gym not two hours later.

"Fuck me," I insist.

"Oh, don't worry." Rafe pulls the tip of his thumb out of my ass. "We will."

He steps away for a moment, but only to reach for his pants. He pulls a little packet out of the back pocket, and I boggle.

"You brought lube?"

"Always be prepared." He tears the packet open with his teeth, and the jolt of anticipation that rockets through me is almost painful in its intensity.

Jianyu's hand brushes my cheek, and I turn my gaze to him. His eyes are soft and searching. "Are you sure about this?"

My heart melts by a fraction, and I lean forward to kiss him. "I want to try," I allow.

He considers my response for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing. "If anything hurts--or if anything goes wrong--"

Placing my hand over his, I give his palm a squeeze. "I won't stay quiet about it."

"You're never quiet," Rafe teases. Any sting to his barb is soothed by the heat of his body blanketing mine from behind once more. He cups my ass with one of his big hands, and I tremble inside. Instead of bringing slick fingertips to my rear entrance, though, he tips his head toward one of the wide leather couches. "Come on."

Kissing me again, Jianyu begins walking backward. He smoothly lowers himself to sit, pulling at me as he does. I follow him down, desire humming through me as I fold myself into his lap, my knees to either side of his thighs. I drop lower and let out a soft moan as his thick cock slides against my wanting, open places. Shamelessly rubbing myself against him, I deepen our kiss. My nipples scrape against his solid chest, and his arms fold around me in a protective bubble. I slide my clit against the underside of his hard dick over and over, building a soft pleasure that's gathering too fast, too sharply. I tilt my hips, so eager to get him inside.

But before I can, Rafe's hands grasp me, holding me in place. He presses his hot cock against my ass, and a whine escapes my lips.

"You want to sit on his cock so badly, don't you?" he asks.

I nod frantically, my throat tight and my pussy spasming, the emptiness inside of me too much. I'm so close to getting what I want, what I need.

But what he wants to give me is even better.

"Soon, sweetheart," Rafe promises. He skates his palm up my side and then back down the center of my spine.

Reining myself in, I press my forehead to Jianyu's. Jianyu's eyes are dark as he stares up at me. My legs quiver, and my insides are pulsing, my entire body shaking with the restraint required to keep still.

Rafe's hand keeps descending. He brushes his knuckles along the small of my back before they're slipping between the cheeks of my ass. Like the wanton, needy woman I am, I spread my legs wider, angle my hips backward.

"That's it," Rafe rumbles. And there are those slick fingertips I was expecting earlier. They glide over my hole before returning with gentle pressure.

My breathing faltering, I try to remember how to open for him. How to make myself soft and ready. He pushes harder, and a finger dips inside. I moan against Jianyu's lips. Jianyu cups my face, pulling me close, kissing me through the discomfort.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart," Jianyu tells me between kisses. "Love seeing you like this."

I'm glowing inside. "Really?"

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