Page 99 of Theirs to Corrupt

“Yes, what?”

Is this really happening?

And why am I so, so wet?

“Yes,” I repeat. “I understand.”

Pax releases his grip, then slides his hands up to cradle my breasts. As Link tastes me, he circles my nipples and squeezes them. “Don’t forget about my cock, Tessa.”

Crying out a little, I concentrate on doing as I’m instructed.

I lean back against Pax’s shoulder as Link explores every inch of me, licking and sucking until I’m a writhing mess. Pax is kissing the side of my neck and tormenting my breasts.

An orgasm looms, just out of reach.

With his tongue, Link traces the folds of my intimate flesh, making me tremble.

He holds apart my labia and finds the sensitive nub of my clit, circling it, applying just enough pressure to make me thrust against his mouth.

“That’s it,” Pax murmurs. “Fuck his mouth. Give us everything.” He tightens his grip on my breasts, and he pinches and rolls my nipples even harder, sending sharp jolts of pleasure straight to the place Link is tormenting.

“I could devour you all night.” Link’s voice vibrates against my sensitive flesh.

Consumed, I tighten my grip on Pax and move faster, keeping time with the way Link is flicking his tongue over me.

Then Link slides two fingers inside me, stretching them out. He makes love to me with his hand and his mouth.

“Let go for us,” Pax whispers against my ear.

Their combined efforts push me closer and closer to the edge.

In this moment there’s nothing but us, the sounds of my ragged breathing, and their murmurs of encouragement.

My body coils tighter with each of Link’s strokes and every pinch of Pax’s fingers.

As I’m about to tumble over the edge, Link pulls back slightly to look up at me. “Let us see you fall apart.”

With a final, deliberate stroke of his tongue, he sends me spiraling into ecstasy. Lost, helpless, my body convulsing, I cry out.

Pax wraps his arms around my waist, supporting me as I ride out the intense orgasm.

Long seconds later, Link stands up and claims my mouth. I taste myself on him. The act is erotic and intimate, and another ripple traces through me.

Without being aware of it, I stopped stroking Pax.

But my back is still pressed to him, and he’s holding me upright.

“Let’s get you to bed,” Link says.

As Pax releases me, Link takes my hand and guides me to the edge of the mattress. Then he scoops me up and lifts me onto it.

I scoot back and sit up, propped against the headboard.

Pax undresses, revealing his powerful, muscular body, nicked with scars, including one on the outside of his thigh. A reminder of his military service?

Link follows, shedding the rest of his clothes, until he stands before me, naked and aroused.

My heart pounding with anticipation, I drink in the sight of them.

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