Page 115 of All The Pretty Little Lies

He works her with his mouth, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick flicks that leave her gasping. His hands grip her thighs, holding her in place as she writhes beneath him.

Talon and I watch, mesmerized by the erotic display before us. The air is thick with the scent of arousal, the sound of Vesper's moans and Zaire's appreciative groans filling the room.

Zaire's tongue circles her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to drive her wild. Vesper's back arches off the bed, a string of incoherent pleas falling from her lips.

"That's it," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. "Let go for us."

As if my words were the key to her release, Vesper cries out, her body tensing as waves of pleasure wash over her. Zaire doesn't let up, working her through her orgasm until she's trembling and oversensitive.

When he finally lifts his head, his lips are glistening with her essence. He looks up at her, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Delicious," he purrs, licking his lips.

Vesper lies there, panting, her skin flushed and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. She looks utterly debauched and incredibly beautiful.

Zaire crawls up her body, pressing kisses to her stomach, her breasts, her neck, before finally capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Vesper moans, tasting herself on his tongue.

As they part, Zaire's eyes find mine, then Talon's. The look in them is clear; an invitation, a challenge, a promise of more to come.

"Who's next?" he asks, his voice thick with desire and anticipation.

I look at Talon, whose eyes are dark with desire, his chest heaving with each breath. He's been watching intently, his hands clenched at his sides in an effort to maintain control. But the tension in his body is evident, he's like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.

Zaire notices too, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He turns to Vesper, who's still flushed and panting from her recentclimax. "Look what you've done to him, moya koroleva," he murmurs, nodding towards Talon.

Vesper's gaze follows Zaire's, her eyes widening as they land on the prominent bulge straining against Talon's pants. The fabric is stretched tight, leaving little to the imagination.

"He's been so patient," Zaire continues, his voice low and seductive. "Don't you think he deserves a reward?"

Vesper nods, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. She sits up slowly, her movements languid and sensual. Her golden hair cascades over her shoulders, framing her naked breasts.

Talon's breath catches as Vesper’s crawls toward the edge of the bed. She stops just in front of him, close enough that he can feel the heat radiating from her body. Her hands hover over his waistband, her eyes seeking permission.

Talon nods, unable to form words. Vesper's fingers make quick work of his belt, the soft clink of metal the only sound in the room. She pops the button of his jeans open, then slowly, torturously, drags the zipper down.

Talon hisses as the pressure on his cock eases slightly. Vesper hooks her fingers into his waistband, tugging his jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion. His erection springs free, hard and proud, the tip glistening with precum.

Vesper's eyes widen appreciatively, her tongue darting out to wet her lips once more. She wraps one hand around his length, her touch feather-light. Talon groans, his hips jerking involuntarily.

"Patience," Vesper whispers, echoing Zaire's earlier words. Her hand begins to move, stroking him with agonizing slowness. She twists her wrist on the upstroke, her thumb swiping over his sensitive head, spreading the moisture gathered there.

Talon's head falls back, his eyes squeezing shut as he fights for control. His hands clench and unclench at his sides, unsure where to settle.

"You can touch me, you know," she purrs. "I want you to."

With a groan, Talon's hands pull her closer. Vesper's lips part, her tongue darting out to taste the glistening tip of Talon's cock. He groans deeply as she takes him into her mouth, her lips stretching around his impressive girth. Her golden hair cascades forward as she begins to bob her head, taking him deeper with each pass. Talon’s hands tangle in her silky locks, not guiding, just holding on as if she's his lifeline in a storm of pleasure. His breath comes in ragged gasps punctuated by low moans of appreciation.

The erotic sight before me is too much to bear. My clothes feel constricting, my skin too hot. With trembling hands, I strip, my eyes never leaving Vesper's form. She's a vision of sensuality, her back arched beautifully as she pleasures Talon. She came to us so broken that a part of me worried that she would never regain her strength, but fuck, to watch her as she is right now, it makes all those nightmares I chased away worth it.

I crawl across the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight.

Talon’s sole focus is on her that he barely notices me dragging her from the edge of the bed onto her hands and knees. His cock never leaving her mouth for a second. Vesper widens her stance slightly, an invitation I can't resist. My hands find her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I position myself behind her. I run the head of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her arousal. She's so wet, so ready for me. With a groan, I push inside her, reveling in the tight, wet heat that envelops me.

Vesper moans around Talon's cock, the vibrations making him curse softly. The sound spurs me on, and I begin to move, setting a steady rhythm that pushes Vesper forward with each thrust.

The room fills with the sounds of our fucking; skin against skin, muffled moans, and breathless gasps. Zaire watches from the side, his eyes dark with lust as he strokes himself inside his pants slowly.

I increase my pace, driving deeper into Vesper. Each thrust pushes her further onto Talon's cock, taking him deeper into her throat. Talon's grip on her hair tightens, his hips beginning to move in counterpoint to my thrusts.

Vesper is caught between us, filled from both ends, and she's glorious in her pleasure. Her body trembles, small whimpers escaping her occupied mouth as we drive her higher and higher. Her hand reaches out, grasping blindly for Zaire. He shifts closer, understanding her unspoken desire. In one fluid motion, he pulls out his impressive length, already hard and glistening with anticipation.

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