Page 68 of Dragon Strife
He pulls his fingers out and slips them into his mouth, dragging them out slowly and coating his tongue. His eyes roll back into his head and he moans at the taste of me. “You ready to come on my tongue, little Varga?”
“Yes, Laith.” I smile at him as his own grin drops with the sound of his name, and then his fingers are spreading my pussy open as he dives in. His tongue slips inside me as his teeth rake along my clit. I fall back to the bed, my fingers tangling into the sheets as he devours me.
He pulls his tongue out to swipe along my folds, licking up every bit of my juices. The slurping sounds fill the room and when his fingers plunge back into me, I scream to the ceiling. His tongue teases my clit as his fingers roughly thrust in and out, and just when I’m about to tighten, my orgasm right there, he pulls back and withdraws those fingers from my pussy.
“No!” I look up at him in horror and plead, “Don’t stop.”
“Don’t stop… what?” he growls, his mouth and beard glistening with my wetness.
“Laith.” I reach between my legs and begin to circle my finger over my pulsing clit. “If you don’t finish what you started, I will.”
His smile is wide and filled with awe as he drops down between my legs and spreads me open once more. He pushes my hand out of the way and sinks his tongue deep inside me, scraping his teeth against my clit. Everything blacks out around me as my back arches off the mattress. My fingers tighten around the sheet on the bed and my eyes seal shut as I scream Laith’s name, uncaring of who can hear us through the thin walls.
My pussy squeezes his tongue as he slurps up everything I give him, and when he finally crawls up and over my body to settle his silk-clad cock against my wet core, I can feel myself opening up and wanting to feel him inside me.
I rub my pussy against his cock, but his large hand lands at my hip and he pushes me back to the bed. His face hovers over mine, his soft eyes roving over my face as if to commit each feature to memory. “I’m not fucking you here tonight,” he tells me. “We have a lot of time for that. I just needed to know what you tasted like.”
“And?” I quirk a brow at him as he falls down beside me.
“There has never been anything as exquisite as what’s between your legs,” he admits as his voice grows groggy with sleep. “Now, get some rest.”
My eyes grow heavy with exhaustion and I don’t fight him as I sink back into my unconscious, praying I’m not forced back to that dreadful night.
The mattress dips in front of me and warmth invades my space as I open my eyes to find a set of devilish, dark eyes and a matching grin looking down at me. My hands encase his face as I drag him down to kiss him sweetly on the lips. “When did you get here?” I ask him, my voice groggy with sleep. “And who let you in through the gates?”
“You know it’s me.” Malik grins as his eyes flick over my shoulder, then back to my face.
“You’re both going to have to get over the fact that, to me, you’re not identical. Not in features and certainly not in personality.” I turn to look at Laith over my shoulder to find his eyes on me, the heat in their depths making my pussy clench.
The fact that I have them in such close proximity and tolerating each other is a miracle in itself. With just my body separating them, I’m creating a boundary that I hope will withstand whatever hatred they feel for one another.
Malik’s hand slips under the blanket and trails down over the T-shirt I’m wearing. When they meet my pussy, his eyebrows raise in question. “Am I going to find my brother’s cum in here?” he asks as he slips his fingers between my legs.
“No,” I whisper as my fingers dig into the beard on his chin. “He was a complete gentleman.”
Laith’s rumbling chuckle hits my back as Malik’s grin widens. “Something you didn’t possess when you took my innocence not too long ago.”
“You weren’t a virgin, Malik.” I roll my eyes as Laith continues to laugh, the force of his restrained mirth shaking the mattress beneath me.
“Yes, I was.” Malik slowly nods as his finger meets my clit. “I was born again. I found Jesus.”
I roll my eyes, but I’m rewarded with a sharp slap to my clit, making me press my legs together as a groan escapes me. Then it hits me. Laith is still at my back while Malik is doing this to me. I turn to look at him again over my shoulder and find his gaze on his brother, his eyes full of confusion.
“Did she force you too, Laith?” Malik asks as he grabs my knee, hauling my leg over his waist, making me turn to look back at him. “Did she worm her way into your bed and steal the last of your innocence, leaving you sullied and full of sin?”
“Not really,” Laith replies as he drags my hair off my neck. His mouth lands on my throat, his tongue flicking over my pulsing vein, and all the while I stare at Malik as he watches him intently.
“Is this really happening?” I ask as my hand leaves Malik’s beard and travels down over his T-shirt. I drag the material up and over his abs, letting my fingers skim down along his skin. A gasp escapes me when my hand meets the solid steel of his cock and our eyes meet in a clash of unrestrained desire. “Did you take your pants off?”
“I did it myself this time.” Malik grins and then his mouth lands on mine. Laith’s lips trail along my shoulder, dragging the neck of the shirt aside so he can lick and taste my skin.
Malik kisses me deeply, his tongue seemingly replacing his brothers from earlier. His hips thrust against me, pushing his cock through my wet pussy and dragging the velvet skin along the wetness. The motion sets my clit to pulsing and I break the kiss to tip my head back with a moan.
“You want my brother, Princess?” Malik asks, his hand dragging up over my chest and then around my throat. “Am I not enough for you?”
I open my mouth to tell him he is enough when his hand tightens, blocking off any words.
“Malik, we didn’t fuck,” Laith warns him, his own hand tightening on my hip.
