Page 104 of Theirs to Corrupt

The two men, both terrible, move me once more, leaving me positioned over Pax’s throbbing cock.

“Now you’re ready.”

More than.

“Take me, Tessa. All of me.” He fists his cock, and he encourages me to go at my own pace, but there’s an impatient hunger in his eyes that tells me he won’t wait forever.

I lower myself a little, and he positions himself at my entrance. I’m already so wet, but as I begin to take him inside, I inhale sharply at the sheer size of him. He’s bigger than Link, and my body struggles to adjust to his invasion.

“Easy.” Link strokes my back.

Pax clenches his jaw, restraint visible in the tense lines of his body. Yet even he doesn’t rush me.

After releasing a deep breath, I take him in inch by inch, my body stretching to accommodate him.

Being so full is incredible, and I ache from the deep satisfaction of being claimed so completely.

“That’s it.”

Once I’m fully seated, my pussy against his groin, he tightens his hands on my hips. “You’re in control. Ride me, Tessa.”

The idea that I might ever be in control of either of these men is absurd, but I begin to move, rising a little, then lowering myself again.

He groans.

Link’s hands are everywhere: my back, my breasts, my ass. His touch adds fuel to the fire, making me lose control.

Suddenly Pax takes over, urging me to go faster, harder. He meets each of my downward strokes with a thrust of his own, his hips slamming against mine, and I get hotter by the moment.

Surrendering, I lean back against Link as Pax controls my movements, using my body for his pleasure and mine.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you are, little dove?” Link demands.

Pax’s gaze is locked onto mine. “You’re more than just sexy You’re a goddamn temptress.”

His words thrill me, and I grind down on him, accepting him even deeper. The mixture of pleasure and pain makes me cry out.

Pax groans.

The realization that I can affect him like that fills me with a sense of feminine power unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

He thrusts again, and I rock faster, driven by his demands and my own needs.

Link reaches between us to circle my clit, keeping time with our lovemaking.

The added stimulation is… “Too much,” I manage, but already a climax is unfurling again. This time it’s more insistent because of the way they’ve denied me.

I go tense.

Pax is slick with sweat, his muscles rigid as he fights to maintain control. “Not yet, sweetheart. You don’t come until I say so.”

Is he serious?

In frustration, I force out a breath.

Link shrugs, a diabolical, nonsympathetic motion. “He’s in charge now. I’m sure he’ll make it worth the wait.”

Pax’s movements become more forceful, and his fingertips have to be leaving tiny marks on my skin.

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