Page 92 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

He stands, walking backward until he sits on the edge of that bed, Jack lounging a few feet behind him.

His gaze doesn’t leave me, like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he looks away.

Climbing up on the bed, I don’t look at Jack as he shifts out of the way.

Heavy and thick, Minoka’s dark cock rests easily in my hand.

It will not fit easily in my mouth.

I don’t appreciate his smirk as I brush my lips over him, calculating.

My tongue doesn’t need to be big enough.

I give him a lick.

And immediately draw back, startled by the sweet anise taste.

“Licorice?”

“None of my pets have complained before.” His smile is sharp.

I imagine anyone who’s had the need to suck his cock was too afraid to baulk at the taste.

It’s not the type of treat I like, but I’ve never shied away from a man’s cock simply because I didn’t enjoy the taste. Why would a gods’ be any different?

On my knees, I wiggle my hips, and thankfully, Jack takes the hint.

He moves close and his hands smooth up the side of my hips, over my ass…. His tongue delves into me and I moan against Minoka’s cock.

His stomach twitches and his head turns sharply to Jack.

“I guess you will have your uses after all.” His hand goes to the ears of my mask, not letting me rise far enough to come off him. “But you don’t get to put that pretty pink cock in her this time.”

“That,” Jack says, lips still pressed against my pussy. “Is entirely up to her. “

I pull back, getting free of Minoka’s hand. “The deal didn’t say anything about Jack not being allowed to play.” And then, because it’s occurred to me. “With either of us.”

Minoka’s interest turns his gaze to Jack, and he’s considering it. But all he says is, “later”.

He sits up fast enough that I fall backward, against Jack, but Minoka grabs me by the ankles and pulls me back to him.

“I’ll come on those lips later. I want to feel this pussy around me.” His mouth twists in a sneer, but it looks like he’s disgusted with himself. “You don’t get to cheat this time.”

If only he knew.

He turns me on my stomach and, spreading my legs, and presses his hard, slick shaft to my pussy.

He’s slick from my attentions, and I’m slick from Jack’s. But this was never going to be easy.

That blunt tip pushes against me, until he finally uses his fingers to spread my lips wide, and even though I expect him to be rough, to slam into me and take what he wants, he doesn’t.

It’s a slow progression, one that takes agonising minutes. The fullness and the friction are a torture I want to wallow in and one I want to race past.

I want to slam myself back on him. Want to end the teasing way he strokes into me.

But neither of the gods in front or behind me let me have any control as he fills me.

It’s not until the last hard stroke that Minoka releases his iron grip on my hips, and I rock mine against him involuntarily.

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