Page 132 of Of Heartbreak and Harmony
Burn for me.
I feel more than see Torren’s body fold over me, sliding a hand under me before slipping two fingers into my dripping wet, throbbing pussy. He thrusts into my pussy as Jonah works my ass, stretching me and filling me, and while it’s overwhelming in the most erotic way, I know it’s just the beginning. That thought sends me over the edge, my body seizing with another orgasm. The cry I let out is animalistic, a mixture between a wail and a whine. Tears stream down my cheeks as wetness drips down my thighs.
“Almost there, Firebird,” Torren growls into my ear. “Almost ready.”
“Please,” I beg. “Please. Please.”
A hand wraps around my throat from behind and squeezes. Jonah.
“Please what?” The rough tone in Jonah’s voice, the commanding warning, makes my pussy clench, wanting more. Needing more. I answer him shamelessly.
“Please, fuck me. Please.”
“Two orgasms and you still want more,” Torren says into my ear. Jonah squeezes my throat again. “You’re so needy, aren’t you, Firebird. You need us to fill you up?”
“Yes. Yes. Yes, I do.”
“Good. I need it, too.”
Torren grabs a condom from the bed beside him, opens the package, and rolls it down his erection. Then he lies back and pulls me on top of him. I’m covered in sweat, my chest is heaving against his with my heavy breathing, and my thighs and pussy are soaked with my arousal as I straddle his waist. Torren kisses me sloppily, sucking and biting at my lips with his hands cupping the sides of my face.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he breathes out against my mouth. “I’m obsessed with you. I can’t get enough. I can’t stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I say, then I reach between us, position his cock at my entrance, and slide myself down it until he’s seated deep inside me.
“Fuck.”
I don’t know who says it. Me or Torren. Maybe both. The feeling of him inside me again is better than I thought it would be. So much betterthis time than last. Slowly, I begin to move on him, testing out his thickness and length. Adjusting to the overwhelming feeling of being full.
Torren wraps his arms around my torso, holding my body flush against his as he starts to pulse upward. I groan and drop my forehead to his shoulder.
“Oh my god, it’s so deep.”
My lips drag over his skin as I speak. I can taste his sweat. I can feel his hot, panting breaths in my hair. When he picks up pace, hitting that spot deep inside a little harder, I moan again, then bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.
“I’m never letting you go.”
He says it quietly, almost reverently, with his lips pressed to my ear. It’s more than a statement. It’s a promise. An oath. I want to ask him if he means it—to make him swear it—but two hands grip my hips, and I’m reminded that Torren and I aren’t alone. It’s not just him and I on this bed, and he’s not the only one who’s made me come tonight.
Jonah slaps my ass, a loud crack breaking through the sounds of our labored breathing, and I yelp. More lube slides over my asshole, his fingers returning to stretch me out some more, before he replaces them with the tip of his cock.
“You sure you want this?” Jonah asks, pressing against my ass so he just barely breeches the barrier.
In response, I push back onto him, coaxing the head of his cock in a bit farther. Jonah grunts and his hands tighten on my hips.
“Words,” Torren says. “Words, Calla Lily.”
“I want this.” I kiss him to punctuate how much I mean it. “I want it now.”
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TORREN
I feelthe moment he enters her.
Slowly, pausing only briefly to add more lube, he pushes in, only the thin barrier between her pussy and her ass separating his cock from mine. Jonah’s eyes are trained on her ass, watching himself disappear into her. I know how erotic and dizzying that view can be. I’m jealous he gets to experience it before I do, but her pussy is mine.Onlymine. The low, long moan that escapes Callie vibrates through her whole body, increasing my pleasure. Driving me crazy.
“Fuck me,” Jonah says on a groan.
