Page 23 of Gilded Dreams

Using his thumb, Brogan smears it over the crest and gathers a healthy amount of his pre-cum.

“Let me hear you, baby. Tell me what you want. Talk dirty to me.”

“Please, please. I want to taste you. Let me taste you.”

“Taste what?’

“Your cum. I want to taste your cum on my tongue.”

“Good girl. Open,” he commands roughly and takes a handful of my loose hair and holds me in place.

Dutifully, I do as he says. I slowly open my mouth and ease my tongue forward and groan at the salty-sweet taste. I suck him in and hollow my cheeks as if it’s his cock I have between my lips.

“Bad girl.” He kisses my cheek and tugs on a nipple clamp. I tighten and behind me Atlas growls, swatting my ass. I arch into him all the while jutting my breasts toward Brogan for more of his sweet torture.

“You feel every part of your body, don’t you, baby? It’s a low hum now, but just wait. That fire will grow. But don’t worry, you’ll get a chance to have all of us in every hole you have. You’re getting claimed tonight, Kandy. Taken and thoroughly fucked.”

I’m helpless when he takes a knee. He presses his nose to my slit, and I hear the reverence in his voice when he murmurs something so softly it hits only the fringes of my hearing.

The pad of his tongue drags over my slick folds and it’s him I’m seeking this time. Suddenly his fingers push between my pussy lips, and he spreads me wide for a deeper taste.

“Fuck,” Atlas groans. He’s working my ass faster, deeper with his finger. Only in my dreams did I ever think I’d have him giving me so much pleasure. No matter how forbidden.

Together they work me—Brogan my pussy and Atlas my ass.

Hot girl-cum spills from my core to leave my thighs slick. Peering down my quivering body, I look on as Brogan worships my pussy with long laps of his tongue deeply between my slit. He pauses over my throbbing clit and pulls the pulsing nub between his lips and sucks. Hard. Just as Ryder takes both clamps between his fingers and tugs gently.

My explosion is instant. Rolling waves of pleasure and pain crash through me and I can’t catch my breath.

“Oh fuck,” I groan out. The force of my release has my head falling back. My knees give but the chains hold me up. I’m pried open for them and there’s nowhere I can go. Nowhere to run. No more running. Not for tonight, anyway.

Stars of energy flash behind my eyelids and I slowly peel them open to find all three watching me intently.

I rattle the chains, wanting to have my hands on them but all I hear in return are deep chuckles and back they go to giving me the best torture of my life.

Seven

Kandy

Ryder grips my chin in his hand and turns my face to his. I’m panting and can barely catch my breath when he devours my mouth with his. Possessive, hard and claiming. He dives in and neither of us cares about the lack of air. I take as much as he does, swiping my tongue over his. Touching, stroking, and teasing. It’s as though both of us feel the pain of our time apart and can’t get enough of the other’s taste and touch. His hand dips down my front and I shudder under his caresses. He delves deeper and deeper still until his thumb is over my nub.

Swirling strokes send me screaming into his mouth and Atlas takes that moment to feed my ass the rest of his finger. He’d been gentle up until that second.

My head falls back, and I scream again, this time into the high beams of the vaulted ceiling.

Brogan holds me open for his hungry mouth. Stubble has formed over his jawline and every move he makes sends a flaming burn over the hypersensitive flesh of my folds andthighs. I try to close them around his head and fuck his mouth, seek my release, but that damn bar keeps me from doing anything.

I bite my lip and grip the chains a little harder when Atlas slips another finger into my ass. He stretches my hole impossibly wider and a sheen of sweat drapes over me.

“Please. I’m ready for anything you want to give. Just make the ache go away. Let me touch you. Taste you. Feel more of you.”

My orgasm hangs on the outer fringes of my reach. I swish my hips trying for one of the men to carry me the rest of the way. Another pump of Atlas’ fingers or Ryder’s thumb over my clit. Brogan’s tongue fucking my core.

Any and all of it has me so close I can trip over a feather and be falling into the bliss of a second release.

But they hold back. I want to cry when all three break contact and leave me hanging in the middle of the room, naked, desperate, and needy.

“It’s time.”

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