Page 131 of Brazen Deceits

He fucks my mouth with his tongue, taking everything I have, and demanding more. I’m whimpering, squirming, my body alive and bright. Walker commands my mouth, Jansen teases everything except my clit, RJ’s gaze weighs heavy on my skin, overstimulation zinging through my veins, alight and frenzied.

Finally,finally, Jansen sucks my clit into his mouth, and I explode in a kaleidoscope of pent-up arousal, screaming into Walker’s mouth, my whole body shaking between the two of them.

“Fucking damn,” RJ whispers.

Walker keeps me locked in his gaze, watching me pant out tremor after tremor, Jansen licking and lapping at me, prolonging my release.

At some point I’d dug my hand into Jansen’s hair, locking him against me, my other hand clenched around Walker’s belt. I slip my grip from the leather, stroking Walker’s cock through his jeans, and he hisses, tugging my hair until I meet his eye. He shakes his head, a hint of a grin on his stern face.

“Not yet, princess. If you do that, you’re not going to get what you asked for. And because you’re royalty, you asked for a lot. Let us take care of you. We can wait.”

I huff, wanting to give as much as I’m getting. “I don’t want to be spoiled, Walker.”

He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “You deserve to be.”

His dark eyes hold me, something impossible to communicate settling in my chest, the last of my worryevaporating.

He’s here, sharing me, gladly, forcing me to take more than I’m giving. He’s mine, I’m his, and we’re both theirs, here and now. And maybe for longer than now.

I think I love him.

It’s the kind of love that makes my heart swell and ache, new and scary, unfamiliar yet comforting.

The last of my tremors settle as I sigh, both in revelation and surrender. A small smile creases Walker’s face before he forces my gaze to RJ, his other hand tracing lazy circles across my chest. “Again, Jansen.”

This time, Jansen coats his fingers in my wetness, sliding a finger into my ass, my moans invitation enough for the intrusion.

“You like that, don’t you, beautiful?” Jansen asks, his tongue slipping into me, his finger and tongue fucking me together, his nose bumping against my clit with every thrust and lap.

“Oh God,” I mumble. I watch as RJ’s body locks, every muscle tense, every line delicious as he perches on the edge of his chair, eyes hopping from Jansen’s double assault to Walker’s teasing pinches of my nipples, to my own hooded gaze.

Jansen stretches me, adding a second finger, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to explode. He holds his hand still, lapping with his tongue, the pointed tip teasing me from the inside, his nose rubbing my clit. Walker’s touches become fervent, plucking and twisting my nipples just enough for the sting to register.

This release breaks as a long, warm wave that has me groaning, languid ripples coursing through my body.

I slump down onto the mattress. Nearly spent.

“Jansen, tell me, how badly do you want to see our girl riding you while she chokes on my cock?”

I flutter my eyes open, wanting that even as I’m not sure I can still feel my hands and feet.

“Hell yeah,” Jansen answers, crawling up the bed and diving into a long, hungry kiss. Wrapping his arms around me, the press of his warmth wracking another shudder from me, he rolls us both, our heads nearly off the mattress, right next to RJ’s chair.

Walker slides off the mattress, stripping off his jeans and boxers in one go, his cock springing free. He steps closer to the bed. “RJ, if you feel like our girl needs a little decorating, I’m sure Jansen wouldn’t mind.”

Hazy, I don’t follow what they’re saying, but Jansen grins between the three of us. “That would be hot as fuck.”

RJ hums agreement. If they think it’s hot, I’m game. Jansen helps me sit up, my limbs heavy from two orgasms. I might have been greedy, demanding three.

His hands on my hips direct me onto him, the slow, delicious stretch exactly what my body wants. I press down onto him, my arms shaking as I brace myself on his chest.

“Shit, beautiful, so tight,” he mutters, hitching his hips up to slide in that last inch, my moan and his blending.

Together, we set a rhythm, each press of his pelvis urgent but steady, his piercing adding radiant friction, his calloused fingers keeping me stable.

Walker takes that last step forward, coiling my hair around his fist again. “You are decadent, princess. Now show me what that sweet mouth of yours can do.”

I nod, words impossible, and lean forward, Jansen shifting to keep me balanced. I run my tongue along the underside of Walker’s cock, swirling it around the tip before pulling him deep.

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