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When the tremors finally let up, I collapse against Trey’s chest, boneless and weak. Shayla looks up at me from between my thighs, lips wet and slightly swollen, her smile wicked and proud.
Trey spins me around and pulls me into a deep kiss, tongue sweeping the entire circumference of my mouth. I don’t think I’m completely finished cumming when I feel hands on mycheeks, spreading me open from behind, and Shayla’s tongue on my ass.
I shriek into Trey’s mouth, but he doesn’t release me. Instead, his hand slides down between us, past my stomach, finally cupping my pussy. He holds it for a minute while Shayla’s tongue swirls its way into my asshole.Fuck. My mind races. My body clenches. I’m just getting used to that sensation when Trey slides a finger through the wet mess Shayla left down there, then presses it to my clit. With his tongue still sliding against mine, he plays with my pussy until I’m whining and pulling away and shaking my head.
He pulls back, staring into my eyes. I don’t know where the thought comes from, but he looks so intense, I swear I don’t seehim, I see a fucking wolf.
“You’re a big girl,” he says roughly. “You can take it.”
My eyes roll back as I cumagain,proving him wrong.
This one is even better than the first one, and this time, my legs give way. Trey holds me up, dragging me over to the bed, not quite throwing me down, but he ain’t gentle either. When I finally open my eyes, they’re both staring down at me, side by side, two wolves in a pack, eyes locked on their prey. Their eyes gleam with a hunger I’ve never seen from either of them individually, a sexual folie à deux I’m not sure I’m prepared to handle. Their stillness is taut, but charged, only seconds away from pouncing on me. They’re just waiting for the word.
I’m scared to give it.
Because I realize, right this second, that these two aren’t playing with me tonight.
24
Lane
“I owe you fromlast time,” I say to Shayla.
“No you don’t. You ain’t doin’ a damn thing cuz you owe it. Do it cuz you want it.”
I nod, swallowing hard.
Why am I nervous?
“So do you want a taste or nah?”
“Yeah. Come on. Sit on my face.”
She smiles, exchanging an amused look with Trey. “I should probably be on my back. I squirt.”
“Jesus,” Trey says under his breath, sending me and Shayla into a laughing fit.
“You’re a big boy,” I tease as Shayla takes her clothes off. “You can handle it.”
“You right,” he says. “Yall do you. I’ll get in where I fit in. I ball, remember?”
“Come on,” I urge Shayla. “Going once, going twice…”
“Alright,” she says in a voice that sounds more skeptical than confident.
I scoot down to the middle of the bed, lying flat on my back as she crawls her way up, pausing to kiss my nipples, then my lips. She goes to move again, but I shake my head, grabbing her face, sucking her tongue into my mouth so I can get my taste.
While I tongue her down, I open my eyes, staring at Trey. He’s a big boy, alright, standing perfectly still as he watches us. His dick looks like it’s ready to bust, but he’s controlling it. He hasn’t touched himself once. That discipline is sexy as fuck. I’m impressed.
I finally release Shayla, and by the time she reaches my face, I’m ready. Her pussy isn’t bare like mine, but the hair is cut low enough not to be a hindrance. She’s wet and swollen, and since I’m a big girl, I grab her hips and pull her to me. Tongue out, mind open. Legs, too. Then I go in. I treat her pussy like I want mine to be treated, licking and sucking until I hear her moan and feel her body move and I know I’m on the right track.
She tastes slightly sweet like me. I like this. She likes this.
Fuck. Trey’s warm, wet mouth closes around my toes. It distracts me for a second before I get myself together. I can multitask, no problem.
I suck her clit.
Trey sucks my toes.
