Page 111 of Cruel Devotion

“Why do you think you did that, L?”

Passionate yearning coated the space.

I slipped my gaze back to Chanel. “Because I want to fuck the both of you.”

They strolled over.

A dark groan left me.

“And yet. . .you haven’t dreamed about me in a few days.” Chanel approached from the left with a seductive smile tugging at her lips. “It's been a while, L.”

My cock throbbed in my pants. “Too long.”

“I almost thought you were done dreaming about me.” She got to me and pressed her breasts against my chest.

I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her even closer. “I may never be able to forget about you.”

Chanel glided her fingers over the front of my pants, never touching my cock, yet teasing me mercilessly. “Do you still miss me?”

A surge of desire coursed through my veins. “Yes.”

Monique strolled to my right and trailed her fingers down my arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Then, she brushed her lips along my earlobe, her breath sending waves of heat that surged through every fiber of my being. “Should I leave and give you two privacy?”

My body came further alive. “Please don't.”

Her voice dripped with sultry allure. “Are you sure?”

I met Monique's gaze. “I want you here. In fact, . . .Ineedyou here.”

I was entranced by the intoxicating blend of Chanel's warmth against my chest and Monique's enticing proximity.

This was heaven.

Their hands roamed freely over my body, igniting dormant flames that had long yearned for release.

“Sweet L.” Chanel's lips claimed mine with a fierce hunger. Her wet tongue delved into the depths of my mouth as if trying to consume every ounce of my being.

“Mmmhmm.” Monique's fingers traced patterns of desire along my torso, leaving trails of fire in their path.

This deliriously horny anticipation burned within me, fueled by their intoxicating presence.

Chanel curled her lips into a devilish grin. “But can you handle the both of us?”

My cock grew hard. “Fuck yes.”

“We'll see.” With a flick of her fingers, Chanel summoned a plush velvet chaise lounge from the depths of the mist. It materialized beside us, luxurious and inviting.

Without hesitation, she guided me to sit down upon it.

Eager, I did just that. My body sank into the softness and she got right next to me.

Unable to resist any longer, I leaned forward and took one sweet, pebbled nipple into my mouth, teasing and suckling.

“Oh, L,” She moaned.

Monique did not waste a moment before joining us on the chaise lounge, her slender fingers trailing down my chest until they reached the bulge in my pants. “What should I do?”

My body hummed. “Any goddamn thing you want to.”

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