Page 115 of Taking Jenny
I exhaled a breath and obeyed. I drew my knees up, spreading them wide so he could see exactly what I did. He made a strained sound when I glided a finger around my pussy and then into myself.
“This is what I do when I think of you two,” I purred seductively. “With me.”
That caught Tiger’s attention, and he began to pull away from Mal to look at me, but Mal held him in place. “This is a private show, Tiger love, your job is precisely what you’re doing.”
My voice dripped with sin as I continued. “Sometimes, I imagine Mal taking my pussy while Tiger fucks my mouth. Other nights, I think about riding one of you while the other tries to fuck my ass from behind.” I shivered as my hips rolled toward my fingers. “But my favorite fantasy is when one of you is inside me, and the other is in his ass, slamming us together until we lose our minds.”
Mal pulled out of Tiger’s mouth and snarled, “On the fucking bed.Now.”
Tiger rose to his feet and moved onto the bed, his cock already leaking as he positioned himself between my spread legs. He rubbed the head of his shaft against my slick folds before sliding in, hard and deep.
I cried out as he stretched my pussy almost to the point of pain, and I loved it. He filled every part of me that ached to be claimed. My nails scratched down his chest, and his hips rocked forward with deep, greedy thrusts.
“I’ve miss you,” he said, his voice ragged as he stared down into my eyes.
“Missed you, too,” I murmured.
I trembled beneath him, luxuriating in every sensation. His skin, his scent, the way he moved, each detail that made me crave Tiger Orne, even when he was already inside of me.
He leaned further over me, and I realized it was Mal’s doing, his hand gripping Tiger’s shoulder and forcing him into position as he moved closer behind him.
Mal smirked at me as he withdrew a bottle of lube from the side dresser and slicked up his cock before lining it up against Tiger’s ass. “Is this what you wanted, Prima?”
I couldn’t speak. I could only moan.
Tiger went still and tense as Mal pushed in. Then a rumbling growl filled the room.
“You good, Tiger love?” Mal purred.
“Too much,” Tiger gasped. “Don’t stop.”
Mal grinned like a devil as he leaned over Tiger, pressing his chest to his back. “You like my cock buried in your tight ass while you fuck her? Say it.”
“Yes!” Tiger hissed, sweat shimmering over his skin.
The rhythm they found destroyed me. Each thrust from Mal shoved Tiger deeper into me, each movement a spiral toward madness. My thighs were painfully spread to accommodate them and their weight, and I writhed beneath them and locked my legs around Tiger’s waist, holding on as ecstasy unraveled inside of me.
I came hard, biting Tiger’s shoulder as I screamed. My inner walls clenched, my legs trembled, and a second orgasm crashed through me before the first had faded.
Tiger’s voice turned to broken, breathless curses as Mal drove deeper, pinning him in place. We were a knot of bodies and heat and need, tangled in sweat and moans and unspeakable hunger. There was no telling where one of us ended and the other began.
“Fuck—fuck—don’t stop,” Tiger panted, his breath catching with each deep stroke Mal gave him.
Mal growled behind him, low and guttural, his rhythm brutal. “You feel that? How tight you are around me? Gods, I missed this.”
He slammed forward again, and Tiger yelped from the impact, his hips jerking hard, stuffing him deeper into me. I couldn’t think, couldn’t breath as his climax overtook him. His cock pulsed inside me and filled me with his heat, and I felt every last spasm.
His voice fractured on a groan, and he buried his face against my neck like he couldn’t stand to be anywhere else but inside me, a part of me.
Mal didn’t slow. If anything, the sight of us like that—Tiger undone, me holding him—snapped the last threads of his control. He grabbed Tiger by the hips and fucked him mercilessly, and Tiger took every stroke, every inch, for Mal.
Mal’s voice was a snarl, frayed at the edges. “Fuck, I’m not going to last—”
His hips slammed forward one last time, and he stilled with a guttural roar. His head fell back, every cord in his neck straining as his cock throbbed deep inside Tiger and he emptied himself with a string of curses and incoherent groans. One last thrust buried him completely, and he held there, panting like a beast.
The three of us collapsed into one messy, trembling heap on the bed.
Mal slowly pulled out, breathing hard as he dropped onto the mattress on my left. Tiger moved off me, and settled on the opposite side. Mal’s arm fell over my waist possessively, even in exhaustion, and as I rolled toward him Tiger tucked himself against my back, curling around me like I was the safest place he knew.
