Page 9 of Breaking Into Love

Chapter Six

My hands wrapped around Webb’s neck as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. He skimmed his fingers up my sides and only lifted my palms away when he broke our kiss. Tor’s shirt was pulled over my head and tossed aside. Tor leaned in and grasped my wrists, keeping them above my head, my back arched so my breasts were lifted toward Webb.

His mouth skimmed over my throat, his hands touching every inch of my flesh he could as he moved lower, until his firm lips wrapped around my nipple. My moan of pleasure was swallowed by Tor as he bent over me, his nose brushing my chin as we kissed.

Webb shifted lower until his breath caressed the folds of my sex. I remembered the last time he was there and how good he’d made me feel. My cream coated my folds as lust rode me hard. I knew what his tongue felt like, the plunge of his fingers, and I craved them as if they were my drug of choice.

I cried out as his digits pushed inside me, curving and stroking my sheath to life. His tongue flicked over my clit, rubbing and tapping the tight bundle of nerves. Tor’s fingers pinched my nipples, his mouth going from eating at mine to trailing nips along my jaw. I overloaded with the sensation and didn’t want it to stop.

Webb worked my pussy, bringing me to the edge of orgasm and keeping me there.

“Please,” I begged, and with a grunt, he let me fly.

I was still gasping for breath when Tor moved, shifting to my side and turning toward Webb.

“I want a taste,” he whispered huskily.

Webb lifted his head then surged forward. The two men met with a slap of flesh as their mouths merged. I heard the wet suction as they shared my taste between them.

“You like watching us, baby,” Webb said as they broke apart. “I can feel your sweet syrup coating my fingers.”

He was right. I did.

“I’m going to fuck you next,” he told me. “I’m going to fuck you while you suck Tor’s dick.”

I nodded even though it wasn’t a question.

“Good girl,” he encouraged. “You ever sucked a dick? Know how to wrap those lips around him and work him to the back of your throat?”

I made what had to be an incoherent noise, but he seemed to understand.

“It’s okay. I’ll help you,” he vowed, and Tor groaned.

They both rose long enough to shed their trunks then came right back to me. I was scooted up the bed, and Webb moved back between my thighs. Tor went to his knees beside my head, his cock out of reach of my mouth. He used one hand to grasp the stalk and gave it a few pumps as he watched Webb.

“Look at me, baby,” Webb ordered and used one finger to turn my head so my gaze was on him. “Right here.” He rubbed the head of his cock along my folds, and I glanced down to watch. “No stopping this time.”

I bit my bottom lip and nodded. He brushed my folds again then pressed into my opening. I felt the same fullness, the same moment of reservation at finally having a man breach me.

Tor caressed my face, and I turned my cheek into his hand while keeping my eyes focused where Webb joined our bodies. I started to brace myself for the flare of pain I expected, but Tor’s lips touched my forehead.

“Relax, honey. Webb will make you feel so good. His cock is even better than his mouth. Promise.”

Webb’s husky chuckle washed over me. Tor lifted his head, and the two kissed again. This time, I watched as their lips brushed, as their tongues rubbed together. By far, it was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. Their gazes fell to me then their mouths followed. I tasted myself, and I sucked eagerly at their tongues, craving more.

Webb chose that moment to surge deep, stretching my sheath wide as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. My cry was swallowed by their mouths, along with Webb’s groan.

“Virgin,” he growled, and I wasn’t sure if it was a declaration or an accusation.

“Not anymore,” I panted, struggling to adjust to the feel of him in me.

“Keep wiggling, and I’ll be rutting on you like the animal you think I am,” Webb informed me.

I was full and achy, and I wanted him to move. I wanted the slick glide of his flesh.

“Fuck me,” I commanded, wiggling again.

He growled and dropped one hand to grip my hip, pressing it firmly to the bed and keeping it there. He pulled his hips back, and the tug of his cock along my sheath had me moaning. Then he pumped back inside, and everything came alive. His movements were slow and steady, no matter how much I begged for more.

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