Page 101 of Theirs to Corrupt

Pax strides to the far side of the bed and joins us on my other side.

Link continues his lazy, sensual exploration, moving down to the apex of my thighs. Then he strokes lightly. Without words, he coaxes me to spread my legs and release any anxiousness.

His motions deliberate, he reaches for a condom and sheaths himself.

But instead of instantly moving over me, he licks me again, bringing me back to full, writhing arousal.

Only then does he position himself between my legs, his eyes holding my gaze prisoner.

“I’ve got you.”

His heat, his hardness presses against me.

I suck in a breath, balling my fists as I tense.

Then Pax is there, dampening a finger and pressing it against my clit. “You’re so perfect for us, Tessa.”

Willing it to be over, I close my eyes.

Pax continues to tease me, and instinctively I lift my hips. Gently Link presses forward. “So fucking tight…

I wince at the slight burn as he begins to enter me. Even though they played with me, sliding in their fingers, nothing compares to his massive, thick cock and the feeling of being stretched and filled.

Nervous, I open my eyes, but Link has already pulled back, and the pressure is gone.

He strokes in again, not as far, then pulls out and repeats the motion, this time as deep as earlier, but no farther. He finds a rhythm that is slow and reassures me, but moments later, there’s a slight pain.

When I gasp, Pax captures my chin and kisses me, swallowing my small cry.

Link pauses, giving my body time to adjust.

Pax continues to work his magic on my clit, and he deepens his kiss.

“That’s it, little dove,” Link encourages, his voice strained with restraint. “You feel incredible. So tight, so perfect.”

He begins to stroke again until he fills me completely.

The initial pain ebbs, replaced by a growing pleasure.

Pax ends our kiss, and he moves his hand from between my legs to cup one of my breasts and tease my already-sensitive nipple.

“You’re doing so well,” Pax promises.

With one last surge, Link’s hips are against mine, and he pauses, fully seated inside me.

His jaw is clenched, but the tenderness in his eyes makes my heart flutter.

The expression is one I’ve never seen before.

“Mine.”

Claimed.

“Ours.”

Link makes love to me, slowly at first, then with increasing rhythm.

Driving me to distraction, Pax’s hands and mouth are everywhere, caressing, kissing, heightening my reactions.

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