Page 115 of Theirs to Corrupt

My words are cut off when Link moves me onto his lap, my back to his chest. He lifts me slightly. “Take my cock. Handle it. Put it in you.”

His demands are so sexy that my head spins.

He raises an eyebrow. “Do it.”

I turn my head a little and reach behind me to grab hold of him.

A little nervous because I’m accustomed to them taking charge, I hold his dick steady and move myself onto his cockhead.

“Good.” His tone is filled with approval. “That’s it.”

Feeling ridiculously awkward, I lower myself. Then I lift up a little.

“Fuck me, little dove.”

Instead of waiting for me, he circles my wrist and pulls my hand aside to enter me with a single, powerful thrust, filling me completely.

I cry out, from pleasure, not pain.

He holds my waist firm, anchoring me against him.

I lift myself a little, moving with urgent, intense strokes, each one pushing me higher, closer to a climax.

My thoughts blur. Everything inside me begins to tighten, and he lifts me up.

I cry out my protest. My clit is throbbing. I want this.Needit.

“You’ll come when we say, little dove.”

“You’re awful.”

“Terrible,” he agrees.

I’m shaking, and my pussy has never been wetter.

“Pax is waiting.”

They’re passing me back and forth between them?

Reeling, my mind barely able to string two thoughts together, I accept his hand as he helps me move into position. I’m shaking as I take him inside me once more.

Link kneels behind me and reaches around to cup my breasts and tease my nipples into hard peaks. He trails kisses down my neck.

I moan helplessly as every part of me responds to their dual touch, their dual possession.

Pax thrusts, building a steady rhythm.

Once more, his strokes push me closer to the edge. “Please,” I beg. I’m desperate, coming undone, and I have no idea how long they intend to keep this torment going.

Link eases one hand lower to play with my clit, circling it, teasing it, driving me wild.

They’ve turned me into a panting, moaning mess.

Pax holds me tight, and his thrusts become more urgent, more demanding, each keeping me on the edge.

Tension coils in me. And still, Link is relentless.

“Please,” I beg again, my voice a ragged whisper. “I need… I need to come.”

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