Page 25 of Pucked and Pregnant

“Move them to the side or tear them off— whatever’s faster. I don’t care. I’m going to die if you don’t touch me soon.”

Connor smirks. “You heard the lady. Tear them off.”

It takes less than two seconds for my panties to hit the floor in two pieces.

Dimitri bites my ass cheek hard enough to leave a mark, and I moan.

“Can I take that to mean you’re ready for me?” he asks.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg.

Six years.

Six years of taking charge and getting nothing that I want in the bedroom is completely undone after only a few moments with these men.

I trust them to take what they want without making me feel anything but pleasure.

I feel Dimitri’s tongue tracing the rim of my ass.

My legs start to shake, but before they give out completely, Aiden’s hands grip the insides of my thighs.

“Don’t worry, Angel. You won’t fall until we want you to,” he promises. “Just relax and let us take care of you.”

I feel Dimitri’s hand on my back, shifting me forward to an angle that’s better for the both of them.

My hands hit the mattress with a smack.

The feel of their tongues caressing the most sensitive parts of me has me digging my nails into the sheets so hard I’m worried I’ll leave puncture marks in the mattress.

I’m not sure I even know my own name anymore.

The only thing I’m aware of is the knee-buckling pleasure spreading through every nerve in my body.

“Don’t fight it, angel.”

My head snaps up to where Conner is sitting at the top of the bed.

He strokes himself slowly and when our eyes meet, a lazy grin forms across his face.

I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight of him.

I don’t care how it happens, but I need him in my mouth, now.

He must be able to read my mind because he chuckles and says, “Don’t worry. We’ll get there. What I need from you is to come for us. Can you do that for me, angel?”

As if waiting for permission, an orgasm rips through me as soon as he says it.

Dimitri’s tongue slips out of my ass, and I whimper at the loss of contact.

“You want more?” he asks.

I look at Connor for permission.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but the only person who can tell him yes is you.” He smiles. “Tell him what you want, angel.”

“Fuck my ass, Dimitri. I need you inside me.”

He gives my ass one last stroke with his tongue, then eases slowly inside me. Between Aiden’s lips around my clit and Connor’s filthy encouragement, it doesn’t take me long to relax into the feeling, establishing a steady rhythm.

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