Page 53 of Gilded Kisses

My gaze seeks Luther’s for a moment before coming back to Viper’s. He captures my mouth with his, wrapping a hand around my throat. Held in place, his possessive tongue sweeps over my plump bottom lip and I read his silent command and open for him.

Embers stir and those tiny flecks of lust swirling inside me for hours form one huge whipping flame. Heat licks against my insides and I can’t seem to catch my breath.

Luther turns me to face him. “Easy, sweetness. Mirsha is only preparing you for us. Let him stretch you a little so it won’t hurt so much.”

Shaking breaths rattle deep inside my chest.

My heart trembles and quakes in my chest. These men will be the death of my heart.

Please God, help me keep from falling uncontrollably.

But I fear it’s too late for me. Possibly for all of us. With their hands and tongues all over me, we’ve all fallen for the forbiddenand now our punishment is to come. I know it like I know the love I have for all three of my godfathers won’t stop at just one night.

Viper and Luther devour me. Lips, teeth, and tongues all work over my heated skin. Luther chuckles a light masculine sound when his friend’s tongue sweeps over my nipples and I shudder in their hold. I drive my fingers into thick black hair to my right, summer blond to my left. I hold them to me and I don’t ever want to let go.

Warm lips wrap around my clit, pulling my attention downward. Mirsha works both entrances in tandem.

In and out.

I suck in a gasping breath at the shockwaves shooting outward from my core. I barely manage to catch my breath when he does it again, and almost on command, my body gives him the juices he wants.

“Argh, Mirsha!”

Planting my feet on either side of him, I rock my hips, desperate for the orgasm lingering just out of reach.

A wicked sound emits from his chest that has me frustrated and desperate. Breathing heavily, I beg some more. “Mirsha, please. I need to release all this pressure. I need to come, damn it!”

“Mirsha, what?” he rumbles like he doesn’t know the torture he is putting me through.

Viper has found he enjoys tormenting my nipples while his friend likes me stroking him as he kisses every exposed inch of my neck.

His grip holds my hand in place, and he sets the rhythm. “If you make me come too early, I won’t let you come until the very end,” he warns, and I almost feel tempted to take him up on the challenge.

Almost.

The bed dips between my legs and Mirsha comes over me, cock in hand. With the help of my men, I slowly sit up.

Milk drips from the slit of his cock and makes my mouth water for a taste. I lick my lips, ready, but Viper holds me back when I reach for Mirsha.

“Easy, baby girl. Let Luther help you.”

Kneeling beside me, Luther takes Mirsha’s girth in hand as Viper pushes my mouth open with a thumb on my chin.

“Lick up all that milk. Pass your tongue over the slit and get all those juices before you take your godfather in that sweet mouth.”

Luther strokes Mirsha from the base up, giving me more to clean.

I do as I am told and clean my godfather’s cock like a good girl. At the same time, my body pulses with need from Luther’s darkly whispered words and the sight of him working Mirsha. I reach between my thighs and swirl my fingers through my juices. It helps ease the ache. Not much, but enough to keep my release close.

Luther chuckles darkly and guides my hand to cup Mirsha’s heavy balls. “Take another inch. Just like that, sweetness.” I do and Mirsha rocks his hips and the head of his cock taps the back of my throat.

Mirsha pulls out to perch to tip on my bottom lip for a moment only to sink back in, tapping the back of my throat again. Instinct tells me to retreat, but Mirsha’s hand on the back of my head keeps me from running away.

Pride simmers in the depths of all that cold steel when I raise my lashes to peek at him.

“You were meant for us,” Viper murmurs against my skin. He stretches out his muscular form and returns his attention to my eager peaks. I expect to feel his tight grip return to my throat, but instead, he wraps his long fingers around my aching breasts.

He laves and sucks the hard tips like a man possessed. He takes his time, his grip unforgiving. Possessive.

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