Page 126 of Claiming Pretty

The pleasure built inside me, a relentless tide threatening to overwhelm my control.

“Look at her,” Ty murmured. “Not a single twitch. Our little Ava has become quite the actress.”

Ciaran’s fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made stars explode behind my eyelids.

I fought to keep my face impassive, to not let my breath hitch.

“I don’t believe it,” Ciaran said, his voice tight with a mixture of awe and frustration. “She can’t possibly…”

“Oh, but she can,” Ty replied, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “And she will. For as long as we want her to.”

Ty’s fingers traced my lips again, more insistently this time. “Open up, hummingbird.”

Ty parted my lips with his fingers and slipped them inside.

“Good girl,” Ty purred, pressing his fingers against my tongue.

Ciaran’s fingers continued their relentless assault, curling and stroking inside me.

The pleasure was building to an almost unbearable level, and I focused all my willpower on staying still, on not giving myself away.

Ty’s fingers pushed deeper into my mouth, almost to the point of gagging me. “I think she’s ready for more, don’t you?”

Ty’s fingers withdrew from my mouth, leaving me feeling empty for a moment.

I heard the rustle of fabric, the soft hiss of a zipper being lowered.

My heart raced in anticipation, but I kept my breathing steady, my face impassive, and I relaxed the back of my throat, my mouth filling with saliva in anticipation of him.

I felt the smooth, warm head of his cock press against my lips. Slowly, deliberately, he pushed forward, sliding into my mouth.

The familiar taste of him flooded my senses—salty, musky, uniquely Ty. He didn’t stop until he hit the back of my throat, filling me completely.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his voice strained. “So perfect.”

Ciaran’s fingers stilled inside me, as if he was transfixed by the sight of his brother’s cock disappearing into my mouth.

For a moment, the room was silent save for Ty’s ragged breathing and the obscene wet sounds as he slowly thrust in and out between my lips.

Then I felt Ciaran shift, his fingers withdrawing from my slick heat. The loss made me ache, but I remained motionless, committed to my role.

I heard him lean over the table, felt his breath hot againstmy inner thigh. My heart raced, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.

When his tongue finally touched me, it was like a jolt of electricity. He started tentatively, with light, teasing licks that barely grazed my sensitive flesh. Each swipe of his tongue sent shivers through me that I fought desperately to suppress. I wanted to arch into his mouth, to beg for more, but I remained still as a statue.

Ciaran grew bolder, his tongue delving deeper, circling my clit with increasing pressure.

Ty’s fingers tangled in my hair, gripping tightly as he thrust deeper. “That’s it, hummingbird. Take my whole cock like a good girl.”

I relaxed my throat further, allowing him to push in until my nose was pressed against his pelvis. The lack of air made my head spin, adding to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

Ciaran’s tongue was relentless, lapping at my folds, circling my clit with maddening precision, his moans vibrating against my clit. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he pulled me closer to his hungry mouth.

“Come on, Ava,” Ciaran growled against me. “Move. Moan. Scream for me.”

My skin was on fire and my pulse was so fast that sweat broke out across my brow.

I refused to give in. I would win.

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