Page 62 of Blue Moon Mistress

Heavy breaths against his chest, I almost tell them I don’t think I can take any more. But Chase’s fingers tighten on my hips, lifting me just high enough Joshua slides out of me.

But that’s all the reprieve I get before he’s fucking meon topof Joshua.

“Holy shit.” Thomas’ words hit me, but I can’t form any of my own.

Coherence has completely flown and I’m simply riding the high of the way Chase is using me. The way he prepared me to be used.

Chase’s strokes have their own rhythm as he drives both Johnny and Joshua’s come further into me.

But not Thomas’.

I look up, half expecting disappointment on his face, but he’s watching us, still stroking himself, with one leg slung over the arm of his chair. There’s nothing close to disappointment on his face.

He meets my gaze and just winks at me.

Chase pulls me up, away from Joshua, holding me against him, his teeth find my neck, but after that first nip, his lips gentle and he brushes soft kisses against my skin as Joshua slides out from underneath us both.

His thrusts grow ragged, and I feel a hand slide over my clit, the heel of Joshua’s palm pressing against me as his fingers curl beneath me, teasing Chase.

“Bastard,” Chase whispers down to him a moment before he jerks too, spilling into me with every last ounce of him.

“You have no idea.” Joshua’s fingers press up and into me, curling so he can take hold of my pussy and work me until I’m on the ragged edge.

Chase is still in me, softening, and he bites my neck a moment before Joshua’s teeth are on my stomach and I come hard, again. Each orgasm jacking up in intensity.

It feels like my eyes are going to roll into the back of my head if they get me there one more time.

I watch Joshua through hazy eyes as he pulls his fingers from me and licks them clean. Tightening on Chase one last time.

Chase’s grip loosens and I slump against him, suddenly realizing just how much of my weight he was holding up.

He sets me down and I feel as though I’m going to melt into the rug. But strong hands pick me up and lay me down on something cold and hard.

Even after I open my eyes, it takes a moment to get my bearings.

Thomas has laid me out on the coffee table, he’s on his knees, fingers gently brushing over me. “Look at what those animals have done to you. Such a mess.”

His finger brushes over my over-sensitized clit and I jump at the sensation.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Thomas covers me with his mouth again and his tongue delves into me.

He looks up at me like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather do right now than eat me out… than eatthemout of me.

Goddess, that’s hot.

I drop my head back trying not squirm against his hold, and I see the others. All three of them are on the couch, watching us through heavy lidded eyes. Johnny has almost recovered, and I can’t stop myself from licking my lips when I get another look at his hard cock.

Thomas doesn’t linger, and I certainly didn’t need the extra ministrations. When he pushes up to his knees, he’s so hard and I’m so wet, he doesn’t have to guide himself into me. All it takes is a tug and he pushes into me.

They all fill me like I’m where they’re meant to be. And maybe I am.

Delirium threatens to steal my consciousness. Exhaustion and pleasure mixing in muscles that don’t want to stop, but can’t keep up at this pace.

My moans turn to sobs of frustrated pleasure, and I beg for… I don’t even know what I need.

Thomas does.

He pulls away from me, but flips me over as though I weigh nothing.

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