Page 37 of Ice Cold Hearts

“Because you belong to us,” he says, then settles into the chair across from me.

“Fuck,” Oliver swears. “She liked that.”

“Of course she did,” Ian replies. “She’s our good little pet.”

My breath comes in gasps. I squirm in Ian’s grip as Oliver teasingly strokes his tongue in circles around my clit.

Ian pinches and plays with my nipples while whispering in my ear.

“Good girl. You’re so beautiful with your perfectly shaped breasts and gorgeously full hips. I can’t wait to be buried between your thighs getting to taste for myself how sweet you are.”

The pressure inside me builds, and my legs start to shake.

Fuck, how am I so close already?

“That’s it, Kitten, let go,” he whispers between kisses.

“She’s close.” Alexei’s voice is low.

Oliver thrusts a finger into me at the same time Ian bites my shoulder, leaving a mark. I scream their names as I come all over Oliver’s face.

He doesn’t stop. If anything, it encourages him. He fucks me more intensely with his fingers and tongue, as if his only mission in life is to make me come again.

“Look at Alexei,” Ian mutters in my ear. “See how turned on he is just watching you come undone?”

I press harder into his chest to keep from crumbling into a heap. His hands drop to my hips, holding me in place with a grip so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. Just the thought of seeing myself covered in their marks makes me buck my hips desperately against Oliver’s mouth. Knowing what I need, he slides another finger inside me. My head drops back against Ian’s shoulder as I cry out.

“You’re close again, aren’t you, Kitten? You like being our toy?” Alexei asks, stroking himself.

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp.

“Do you have any idea how desperate I am to bend you over this couch and fuck you?” Ian asks, bringing me closer to the edge. “I’m not going to do that yet, though. I’m going to wait until Oliver’s fucked you with his mouth so thoroughly you’re going to need someone to hold you up while I take you from behind.”

I feel my toes curl as the pressure builds inside my core.

“Harder,” I beg.

Oliver slips his fingers out of me, but my growl of frustration is cut off when his tongue thrusts into me.

“That’s it, Kitten,” Ian murmurs as Oliver’s fingers find my clit. “Come all over that lucky bastard’s tongue. I want you to taste yourself when he kisses you.”

His words send me over the edge so fast, I’m breathless.

“How does she taste?” Alexei demands.

“Like an angel,” Oliver answers.

“Fuck waiting,” Ian growls. “Move, Oliver.”

Oliver stands up, pulling me with him. I’ve forgotten how to move because I go weak at the knees. He gives Ian a smug smile before spinning me so my back is to his chest and his muscular arms are wrapped around me. It’s the only thing keeping me from crumpling to the floor in an incoherent, but satisfied, heap.

“Put her leg over your shoulder. Let me see our beautiful girl,” Alexei tells Ian.

Alexei has taken himself out of his jeans and is lazily stroking himself. I can’t take my eyes off his thick cock. I’m desperate to taste him.

He meets my eyes and smiles. “Patience, Kitten, we’ll get there.”

Ian drops to his knees and is fucking me with his tongue almost faster than I can blink. Where Oliver teased and drew things out, Ian is mercilessly efficient. My hands tangle in his auburn hair as he forces out one orgasm after another. Oliver’s mouth muffles my moans as our tongues dance together. Alexei alternates between orders and encouragement from his place in the chair.

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