Page 37 of Torn In Two

The thought of him doing this to anyone else was horrific, and I shook my head quickly, willing the image away. “I will literally kill you. You need to be able to breathe.”

“I need to make you come more.”

He speared two fingers inside me, and I gasped, eyes rolling back. But still, I clung to the headboard.

“Do I need to call Chaos in here to tongue-fuck your tits?” Hawk groaned.

Both of us froze.

Like even he couldn’t believe he’d said the words.

My core wept at the very thought of being straddled over Hawk’s tongue like this, with Hayden licking and groping my breasts, burying his face between the swells, squeezing my nipples while Hawk licked my clit.

“Why would you say that?” I whispered, staring down at him between my thighs. “You hate him.”

His eyes blazed with surety. “But you don’t. I know because the thought of having both of us has you wetter than I’ve ever seen you.”

I shuddered as his fingers slowly speared in and out of me, hitting that spot inside me that produced new gushes of arousal every time he touched it.

“You want us both, Little Mouse,” Hawk murmured between licks. “Tell me you want us both.”

He worked me up, getting me closer and closer to the tipping point where all the good feelings swirling inside me would meld into one and explode. We’d done this enough times that I knew what it felt like. Knew what to expect.

He switched hands, plunging his left inside the slick tunnel he’d made of my pussy, the other reaching back to stroke my asshole.

I moaned, giving in to his demands and squeezing my nipples like he’d ordered. My hips rocked mindlessly, on their own path, chasing down pleasure and all the different ways Hawk managed to pull it from my body.

“I want you both,” I admitted, not letting my brain think about what that meant for my soul. I was married in the eyes of the Lord. Our religion allowed men to take more than one wife, but never for a woman to take more than one man. She’d be labeled a slut. A whore. Shunned from the community.

Yet, it was accepted here. Rebel and Bliss had multiple men they loved. Children they adored. A community who accepted relationships didn’t have to be what the Lord dictated.

My orgasm swirled and built, searching for its release.

While my brain whispered of the dirty, secret things Hayden and Hawk could do to my body if they worked together.

I so desperately wanted to find out what Hayden’s touch would be like. If he could make me feel even half of what Hawk did when he was between my thighs.

“If you want us both, I need to get you ready,” he murmured. “I want my dick here.” He prodded at my rear opening, and in conjunction with the way he filled my pussy and licked my clit, the sensation was mind-blowing.

I rocked some more, greedily taking what I needed and shutting Hawk up in the process. He doubled down on sucking my clit so perfectly I could cry.

The rocking turned into bouncing, needing more friction, and desperate for that plunge of his fingers inside me. I’d lost track of how many fingers he’d added, but each one brought a delicious stretch my body accommodated with complete and utter trust and need.

“Fuck, Kara,” he groaned. “You’re so wet and relaxed we could both fuck this pussy.”

I didn’t know why, but the words only turned me on more. The thought of having the two of them inside me so hot I could barely breathe.

When Hawk pressed his finger into my ass, I splintered apart, falling forward onto the headboard and coming on his tongue in an orgasm so earth-shattering I’d never felt anything like it. I gushed new waves of liquid from somewhere deep inside me, Hawk catching it with his tongue and lapping it up like it was pure honey.

I trembled and shook, riding the orgasm out, until Hawk slipped from beneath my legs and knelt behind me, fitting himself to my back and reaching around to grab my breast.

“Hawk,” I moaned. He started up a new assault on my nipple, tweaking and rolling it in sharp pinches that would have hurt if I hadn’t been so turned on that pain felt like pleasure. “I’m done. I came.”

He chuckled into the back of my neck, licking away the fine mist of sweat covering my skin and sucking at the sensitive spots. “You think I missed that orgasm? Not likely. I’m just not done with you yet.”

He moved his finger in and out of my ass, gathering up more and more of my arousal with his other hand and letting it slide down between my cheeks.

The feeling was so foreign, the urge to fight back and resist his touch there, but I couldn’t deny the feelings it brought forth in me.

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