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“Go on, then,” said Alex. There was a tinge of pink to his pale lips, and his hair was mussed in a way that she loved. The cold emptiness never left his eyes, but it did nothing to detract from the lust burning in his look when she met his eyes again. “We’ll keep her busy.”

“Oh, yes,” Lindsay murmured into her ear. “I can think of a thing or two.”

“Two or three,” Alex said. He leaned forward and caught the flesh of her jaw in his teeth, biting down until she gasped. Only then did he relinquish his morsel. He ran his tongue over the spot and then leaned back to look at her face closely. “I want to eat every bit of you,” he whispered, stroking her hair back from her face. It was almost to her shoulders now, long enough to get in the way.

He reached beyond her, eyes shifting to Lindsay’s face, as he leaned over her shoulder to claim a rough, sensual kiss from Lindsay.

“Good Pony,” Alex murmured.

Evie would have given anything to see the look on Lindsay’s face when he let out a low, shaky laugh.

“And Dolly,” Alex went on, his voice like fingers caressing her cunt. “I haven’t given you your wedding gift yet, Dolly.”

“Haven’t you?” she said, letting her lips curve into a sensual smile when his beautiful eyes met hers again.

“A game,” he whispered. His voice made her shiver. Slowly, he drew something out of his pocket. Then, with both hands, he folded it neatly and held it up. Evie only registered that it was a blindfold before it covered her eyes. She reached up to touch it–black silk–before she dropped her hands and leaned back against Lindsay. The way his hands caressed her body and the way his lips worshiped her neck were heightened, sending almost unbearable waves of pleasure needling over her skin.

“This dress,” Alex said with disapproval. “It needs to come off.”

Lindsay’s hands abandoned their attentions at once, nearly causing her to protest. Then his arms came around her to take hold of her wrists and hold them over her head. Alex lifted the dress away until it was gone, leaving her naked and vulnerable between both men. Lindsay went right back to his work of tracing the lines of her curves. But now that there wasn’t the thin fabric of her dress in the way, his fingers slipped down to caress the wet, silken folds between her thighs, causing her to release a shuddering breath. Alex bent forward, causing his hair and his breath to tickle her stomach and her thigh. She didn’t realize what he was doing until he hooked his arm around her knee and lifted her leg off of the ground. She lost her balance a little, but both of them stabilized her.

Lindsay’s fingers found the pleasure point of her clit and began to rub slow, delicious circles there while Alex’s fingers slipped through the silk of her cunt, coating themselves in her nectar. Both of the men holding her were breathing harder and harder, gripping her harder as the intensity of their desire for her and each other increased.

“Ryan,” Alex said in a low voice full of amusement and hot desire. “Come here and taste your wife’s sweet cunt.”

His fingers hooked inside of her and began to stroke them in and out of her in a deliberate rhythm that he’d discovered worked perfectly to bring her quickly and helplessly to orgasm.

Ryan’s heavy footsteps came closer and closer. Evie put her head back against Lindsay’s shoulder, mouth open as she moaned helpless at the pleasure he and Alex wrought with their clever fingers.

Her body tightened and her cunt clamped down on Alex’s fingers as the tingle of an orgasm started to bless her.

Then, he pulled his fingers out and Lindsay’s fingers came to an abrupt stop, leaving her moaning with frustration. A hot, wet sound and then a moan of appreciation made her shiver, painting the perfect picture of Ryan licking her nectar from Alex’s fingers.

“Pony needs a taste, too,” he murmured and slipped his fingers back into her cunt. Lindsay’s fingers began to rub her clit again, and both of their hands moved in perfect tandem until she was shaking and moaning, on the very brink of ecstasy again. When she was gasping and desperate for release, Alex withdrew his fingers again. The wet sound of Lindsay’s mouth also accepting a taste of her made her moan.

“Please,” she murmured, raising her hands to pull at the blindfold, but Alex relinquished her leg. He caught her hands and trapped her wrists, fingers still sticky from Lindsay’s spit.

“Impatient Dolly,” Alex said with a breathy laugh. “You must be patient. We’re going to take our pleasure from you and you’re going to enjoy it, aren’t you, sweet Dolly?”

“Yes,” she said, cunt growing hotter at the thought of it.

“You’re going to enjoy every moment of it,” he said. He relinquished one of his hands to take her face into his fingers. He moved his face close enough that she could feel his hot breath on her cheeks and feel his lips brush hers when he spoke. “Because you’re a very, very wicked Dolly. You’re a Dolly who begs for it.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“Go on, Dolly,” he said in a voice dark with desire. “Get down on your knees and beg for it.”

Slowly, she sank down and he let her wrists go as she settled onto her knees in front of him.

“Ryan,” Alex said, “look how good of a slut your wife is. Begging for cock on her knees.”

“Please,” she said again, loving every word coming out of his mouth. She raised her hands and blindly felt for him until her fingers came in contact with the softly wrinkled linen of his trousers. Her fingers climbed higher, but she was surprised to find another pair of hands already at work, undoing the buttons of Alex’s trousers. She caught one of the hands and kissed the fingertips. Ryan’s.

His fingers caressed her chin before they pulled away again. The sound of fabric moving against flesh. Someone’s fingers were suddenly in her hair, massaging her scalp. Lindsay’s.

She was growing impatient. She wanted to see what was happening. Her hands moved back toward the blindfold, but Alex said, “I’m going to give you a spanking with Ryan’s belt for every time you try to take the blindfold off. That’s two. And believe me, Dolly, I would love to do more.”

Evie dropped her fingers into her lap, biting her lip at the anticipation of the sting of his belt on her backside. She shivered at the thought of it, a surge of heat forking between her thighs. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d punished her that way and it wouldn’t be the last.

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