Page 12 of An Affair In Paris (Fallen Angel 3.5)

“Yes,” Jagger said as he kissed along my chin to my ear. “Shout, cry, scream for us tonight, wildcat. Be as loud as you fucking want. We want to memorize the way you sound as we drive you out of your mind.”

As my eyes once again found Jagger’s, Slade’s hands landed on my hips, and I automatically bucked back, desperately wanting what I knew was behind me. Slade smoothed his palms over my bare ass cheeks, and then slowly slid his rock-hard length along the outside of my pulsating core.

I clenched my fingers around the duvet, knowing what was about to come, and fuck, I was ready. I was so damn wet that there was no need for the lube I knew Slade had located, and when I felt the wide head of him at my entrance, I shut my eyes and pushed back on him, chasing the orgasm that was threatening to consume me.

As Slade’s thick cock penetrated me, one torturous inch at a time, I moaned, and the sound was foreign even to my own ears. But when he bottomed out and stilled, my eyes flew open and landed on Jagger, who was now on his feet directly in front of me with his cock in hand.

“More?”

My eyes flicked between his sexy face and flushed dick, and I knew exactly what he was asking. I licked my lips and nodded, but when neither of the men moved, I knew they were waiting for a verbal confirmation. “Yes, I want it all.”

Jagger’s eyes rose to Slade’s, and the fingers on my hips tightened as Jagger took a step toward the bed. I opened my mouth, and when Jagger slid inside, Slade let out a curse behind me and finally began to move.

I gripped the covers a little tighter, as Slade thrust his hips in a way that had me moaning around Jagger, and the sounds coming from both men made the pleasure close to unbearable.

Jagger’s hands were now in my hair, directing me, showing me exactly what he wanted, and I was more than happy to comply. I’d never been more turned on in my life, and when Slade pressed his lips against the top of my spine, I shoved back against him, hoping for even more.

As if he could read my mind, Slade wound an arm around my waist and stroked my bare mound. Then his fingers dipped lower to my swollen clit and began to circle the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Unable to stop myself, I tore my mouth free of Jagger and shouted Slade’s name, and the response to my reaction was immediate. Slade began a much faster pace behind me, and Jagger stroked himself a little harder.

The strained sounds of lust echoed off the walls, as each of us chased after the climax that was so damn close we could taste it, and when Slade tangled his long, talented fingers in my hair and tugged me up to my knees, I went.

As my back came in contact with his front, and his cock slid as deep inside me as it could go, a gasp left me just in time for Slade to take advantage, his lips crushing mine as one hand landed on my hip and the other came up to gently squeeze my breast. I could feel him throbbing hot and hard inside me, and when he gently pinched my nipple, that was it.

My muscles clamped around him like a vise, and when he tore his lips free to let out a curse, I cried out my release. The climax slammed into me with the force of a tidal wave, and as the pleasure swept over me and pulled me under, Slade sucked my lower lip between his and said, “Fucking wildcat is right.”

“I told you so.”

A relaxed, sensual grin curved Slade’s lips, and as he slowly pulled out of me, the mattress shifted and my eyes landed on Jagger. With his covered cock still fully erect, the muscles in his thighs bunched as he knelt there at the opposite end of the bed.

I, too, was on my knees, my thighs wet from both my arousal and climax, and as Jagger made his way toward me, Slade said in my ear, “Hope you’re ready for round two.”

As he shifted out from behind me, Jagger stopped in front of me and ran a finger up my slippery thigh to my extra-sensitive flesh. I sucked in a swift breath of air, and then, quicker than I could blink, Jagger wrapped an arm around my waist and tumbled me to my back.

I eagerly parted my legs, and he was between them in a hot second, his dark eyes on mine as he began to run the blunt head of his erection up and down my well-used entrance. Slade stretched his muscled body out alongside us and kissed my shoulder as he reached across me to tease my sensitive nipples.

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