D’Angelo gives a deep chuckle, massaging my skin.
Fuck, that’s good.
D’Angelo pushes my thighs wider apart, feeling between them. When he caresses my pussy, tapping my clit, I whine.
Eden peers into my face, not allowing me to look away or hide my reactions from the sensation.
I blush.
“Look how wet you are.” D’Angelo runs one finger down the length of my pussy, before dipping it in at the same time that he spanks me.
“F-f-fuck.” My eyes shoot open.
“Twenty-five.” Shay sounds breathless like he’s struggling not to come simply from watching.
I’m shaking, teetering on the edge of coming from the casual way that D’Angelo is sliding his finger in and out of me at the same time as running his thumb over my clit alone.
If he spanks me again while doing that to me, I know that I will.
My blush deepens.
“I told you that you’d come for me.” D’Angelo rubs more insistently over my clit.
“I’m going to…” I warn.
“Not yet.” D’Angelo slaps me harder on my sensitive inner thigh and then again, on the other side.
“Twenty-six, twenty-seven,” Shay says, as his brother swallows my yelps with his kisses.
The pain is bright and sharp. It clears my mind enough to pull me back from the edge…just.
I take a deep breath, as D’Angelo removes his fingers from my pussy.
I moan in disappointment.
For a long, intense moment, I don’t know what is going to happen next.
I shiver.
“Come for menow, birthday girl.” D’Angelo snaps his fingers down across my pussy.
It’s unexpected.
Shocking.
Electric.
“Twenty-eight.” Shay captures one side of my lips, while his brother takes the other in a final kiss.
They’re both hungry to share in my scream, as a shuddering orgasm is torn deep from my soul.
D’Angelo strokes his hand over my reddened ass, before patting it. “Good girl. You were perfect for us.”
He leans down and kisses my reddened ass.
I shiver again at the feel of his cool lips on my hot skin.
Then he circles my ass in comforting circling motions, while Eden loosens his hold on my hair, petting me.