Page 223 of Bonds of Hercules
He pulled away with a groan—velvety hardness popping from my lips.
I gasped for air, confused by his sudden lack of presence.
“Touch yourself,” Kharon ordered harshly, but the effect was ruined by his obsessed expression.
My fingers went between my aching legs—I rubbed against my soaking, already fluttering clit—white-hot pleasure mounted.
Kharon and Augustus moved closer.
They fondled my breasts, plucking my nipples, nails scraping across my feverish flesh, as they each stroked themselves faster.
I touched myself harder as they lavished me with attention.
Augustus stared down at me, expression soft. “You’re doing so beautiful, pleasing your husbands like this. I’m so proud.”
Flutters mounted as I reached closer to the fall.
Slapping flesh echoed obscenely under the heated spray.
Kharon made a guttural sound as he swore, teeth bared, jaw tensed. He tipped his head back, stroking himself hard and fast. “I’m going to ruin you,” he promised.
Too late.
“You’re mine, love,” Kharon said with a strangled pant. “Forever.”
Waves of pleasure crashed over me, and my back bowed, quivering as my core clenched and released.
Kharon and Augustus stepped closer to my face, groaning in unison, as they came together all over my parted, gasping lips.
Their cum mixed, dripping down my chin, onto my chest.
Aftershocks fluttered through me.
Kharon dragged his thumb through the mixture, pushing it into my mouth. It was salty and sharp against my tongue. I grimaced and spit it out—it tasted genuinely disgusting.I’m never doing that again.
Both men laughed.
“Love you.” Augustus gathered the cum as it dripped off my chin, dragging the liquid down, across my breasts, massaging it into my skin.
I leaned forward, boneless and spent.
Their thighs were inches from my face—the tiny words tattooed across both their left legs in cursive font became visible.
“Alexis Hert” was written with a Roman numeral—our wedding date.
My gaze shot up to theirs.
I tried to speak, but couldn’t.
Augustus lifted me up and cradled me against his chest.
Kharon dried me off with a towel as Augustus held me. He focused on my curls, peppering my face with butterfly kisses as he gently scrunched the water from them. With a determined expression, he wrapped my hair into a bun.
Finally, when Kharon was satisfied that I was dry, Augustus carried me into the room and gently laid me down on the bed.
Kharon brought a wet washcloth between my legs, and he wiped me off tenderly as he whispered words of love. He swiped it over my face and chest, eyes shining with emotions.
When he was done, Augustus spent a while tucking the covers around my shoulders, legs, and feet.
