Page 116 of All The Pretty Little Lies

Vesper's eyes widen at the sight, a muffled moan escaping her lips as she takes in the sight of Zaire's cock. Without missing a beat, she wraps her free hand around him, her delicate fingers barely meeting around his girth.

The contrast is mesmerizing. Her golden skin against Zaire's olive tone, her small hand working his impressive length. She begins to stroke him in time with her movements on Talon, creating a rhythm that has both men groaning in pleasure.

I watch, transfixed, as Vesper alternates between them. She pulls back from Talon with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. Without hesitation, she turns her attention to Zaire, taking him into her mouth with a hunger that makes my hips stutter in their rhythm.

Her tongue swirls around Zaire's tip, tracing the prominent vein on the underside before taking him deeper. All the while, her hand continues to work Talon, her grip firm and sure as she pumps him in long, steady strokes.

The sight before me is intoxicating. Vesper is lost in pleasure servicing two men with an enthusiasm that takes my breath away. Her body moves sinuously between them, her back arching beautifully as she takes me deeper with each thrust.

Zaire's hand tangles in her hair, guiding her movements as she works him with her mouth. His eyes are half-lidded with pleasure, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. "That's it, moya koroleva," he growls, his voice rough with desire. "Just like that."

Vesper moans around him, the vibrations causing Zaire to curse softly under his breath. She pulls back, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of precum at his tip before turning her attention back to Talon.

Talon's head is thrown back, his strong jaw clenched as he fights for control. Vesper takes him deep, her throat working around him as she swallows. Her hand never stops moving on Zaire, maintaining a steady rhythm that has him panting with need.

The air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that only fuels our desire.

I can feel the tension building in my core, my thrusts becoming more erratic as I chase my release. Vesper's inner walls flutter around me, a telltale sign that she's close too. I reach around, my fingers finding her swollen clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.

Talon's breath comes in ragged gasps, his muscles tensing as he nears his peak. His fingers tighten in Vesper's hair, guiding her movements as she works him with her mouth. "Fuck, Vesper," he groans, his voice strained. "I'm close. Drink me down, baby. All of it."

With a guttural moan, Talon finds his release. Vesper's throat works as she swallows, her eyes locked on his face, drinking in the sight of his pleasure as eagerly as she drinks his seed. Not adrop escapes her lips as she milks him through his orgasm, her tongue swirling around his sensitive tip until he shudders from overstimulation.

Talon stumbles back, his legs weak, collapsing into the chair he occupied earlier. His chest heaves as he catches his breath, a look of sated bliss on his face.

Zaire's eyes meet mine over Vesper's shoulder, a silent communication passing between us. With a slight nod, I understand his intention. Slowly, regretfully, I pull out of Vesper's welcoming heat, eliciting a whimper of loss from her.

Zaire moves with fluid grace, shifting to lean back against the headboard. "Come here, moya koroleva," he purrs, his voice thick with desire. His hands find Vesper's hips, guiding her to straddle him.

Vesper moves eagerly, her body trembling with need. She positions herself over Zaire's impressive length, her eyes locked on his as she slowly sinks down. A long, low moan escapes her as she takes him in, her back arching beautifully as she's filled to the brim.

I watch, mesmerized, as Vesper begins to move. Her hips roll in a hypnotic rhythm, taking Zaire deeper with each downward stroke. The sight of them together is breathtaking. Zaire's olive skin a stark contrast to Vesper's golden glow, her lithe form moving sinuously atop his muscular frame.

Zaire's eyes find mine again, and he gives me a slight nod. Understanding floods through me, sending a fresh wave of heat coursing through my veins. My heart pounds as I move into position, straddling Zaire's legs behind Vesper.

"Oscar," Zaire's voice is rough with desire, "show our girl what she's been missing."

Vesper's movements falter, her breath catching as she realizes what's about to happen. She turns her head, her eyesmeeting mine over her shoulder. The look she gives me is a heady mix of desire, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness.

I lean in, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. "Relax, solnishko," I murmur against her skin. "We've got you."

My hands caress her hips as I position myself behind her. Vesper's breath comes in short, excited gasps as she feels the tip of my cock pressing against her entrance, already stretched around Zaire's impressive girth.

"Breathe, moya koroleva," Zaire murmurs, his hands stroking her sides soothingly. "Nice and slow."

I push forward gradually, giving Vesper time to adjust. The sensation is indescribable, the incredible tightness, and the heat.

Vesper cries out, her body trembling. "Oh god," she gasps. "It's so much. You're both so big."

I freeze, not wanting to hurt her. "Do you need us to stop, solnishko?" I ask, pressing gentle kisses to her shoulder.

“You can invoke your safe word. You do that and we stop,” Zaire adds.

She shakes her head frantically. "No, don't stop. Please. I need this. I need you both. All of you."

Encouraged by her words, I continue to push forward, inch by exquisite inch. Vesper's breath comes in short, sharp pants, her fingers digging into Zaire's shoulders as she adjusts to the intense stretch.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, I'm fully sheathed inside her. We all pause, panting, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Vesper is sandwiched between us, filled more completely than she's ever been before.

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