Page 95 of Sequel to the Easter Bunny

A quick glance around the room as I turn makes me wince. “No flower buds.”

“That was largely Diyo’s theatrics.” Jack says, pulling me back against his chest, his hand going to my pussy, stroking and twisting his fingers so they dig into me just the way I like.

I drop my head back to his chest, to enjoy this moment that feels like it’s just the two of us again….

And flinch when Minoka’s long tongue wraps around my nipple.

“Don’t worry, pet. Still only the three of us.”

But I know he says it to remind me that there are three of us.

I can’t fathom what magic Jack employs, but I’m not surprised when his fingers move to my ass, and they’re slick enough that taking him won’t be a problem.

“Ah ah ah.” Minoka waggles a finger as Jack lines his cock up with my pussy. “I may not get the back, but you certainly don’t get the front.”

There’s a pause, but Jack’s fingers keep me distracted. I’m not going to get between them, anyway. Not when Jack’s playing so nice and dealing with the bull.

Reaching down in front of me, I stroke Jack’s cock watching Minoka follow the movement of my hands, covetously.

Jack’s already slippery enough I’m not worried about how he’ll fit. I know my body will make room for him.

He’ll never hurt me.

His fingers press and widen, and work me until I can barely think for wanting him, and then he moves me.

The pressure is heady, the slow slide of me onto him leaves me panting.

Jack holds me still and I try to catch my breath. Try to breathe around how full I am of him.

“Still okay?”

I take another deep breath before I answer. “Yeah.”

I move on him as much as I can, but it’s barely anything, and a moment later he stops me, pulling my legs over his spreading them so I’m on full display for Minoka. I can only imagine what I look like. My pussy weeps with need.

Minoka strokes himself, leaning back on the bed as though this is all a private show for him.

And I suppose it is.

Maybe being on display like this is something I like more than I technically should.

Especially because the way Jack has me now is something Minoka can’t have—something he’ll never get.

That might make me cruel.

I can’t be bothered to care.

Not with Jack’s fingers buried in my pussy, his knuckle pressing against my clit, stuffed full of him in so many ways.

Minoka drags his gaze over us, his cock twitching. “I might have my devotees try to recreate this for me some other time.

“It won’t be the same…” He drops to his hands and knees, crawling forward until, with his monstrously long tongue, he flicks my clit and then—

Jack jerks behind me, his cock twitching inside of me. And Minoka’s tongue travels up from his balls, along what little of his shaft doesn’t fit, and over my pussy.

Minoka’s gaze moves from me to Jack over my shoulder. “You have to let me be a little wicked.”

He draws the pad of his thumb over my waiting, wanting pussy.

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