Page 94 of Bonds of Hercules
“Yes,” I whispered, sparks dancing in my vision as my fingers sprawled across Kharon’s scarred chest.
“Good girl,” Augustus drawled. “So obedient. So perfect for us.”
His praise washed over me, head spinning, everything becoming hazy.
Kharon dragged his blunt tip through my folds.
We both gasped.
“Tease her clit,” Augustus demanded.
Reaching his hand between our bodies, Kharon grabbed the base of his dick and dragged it back and forth over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
I closed my eyes and tipped my head back, nails digging into his flesh, as pleasure mounted in white-hot waves. I clenched around nothing, desperate for more.
“Look at me,” Kharon said harshly. “Look me in the eyes as your pretty cunt gushes all over my cock.”
He pushed the tip down, hovering in front of my entrance.
I stopped breathing.
“No,” Augustus said as he sauntered around the bed and stopped beside me. “You’ve both been in a healing coma for three days. She’s too injured for that. Not right now.”
He couldn’t have said something earlier?
Kharon groaned, face twisting, but he pulled his hips away.
I barely stopped myself from reaching for him.
Augustus leaned down, eyes hooded. He made a finger gun with his thumb and two fingers—then lowered it between my thighs.
His thumb made circular motions around my clit while his two fingers slid inside, stretching as he pumped.
Kharon leaned forward and kissed my lips. “You like that?” he whispered against my mouth as Augustus thrust his fingers inside me faster.
Nodding, I saw stars as Augustus bent the tips of his fingers just so, rubbing a sensitive spot deep inside of me.
“Come for us,” Kharon ordered as he kissed me. “Now.”
Augustus pressed on my clit, and I bowed my back—flutters pulsed through me in crashing waves as I came on his fingers.
Augustus held my gaze, working his fingers in me as he wrung out the surges of ecstasy.
Slowly Augustus pulled his hand out of me, then he brought his glistening fingers up; Kharon leaned forward and licked them.
I shivered as both of them stared at me with hungry, greedy eyes.
Aftershocks waned as the glow of my orgasm abated.
Kharon rose with a lazy smirk and climbed off the bed, unbothered by his nakedness. Scarred skin stretched across chiseled sinew; a skeleton sleeve was stark against his pale skin.
My gaze traveled lower.
I inhaled swiftly.
There’s no way that’s fitting inside of me.
The pink tip of his weeping cock bobbed against the V of his Adonis belt.
