Page 153 of Dukes of Peril

But they don’t get to dothis.

I spear my tongue into her entrance, feeling the way her muscles melt at the sensation. It’s what allows me to work my hands beneath her thighs, pushing them higher and higher. Glancing up, I catch Sy’s eye, pushing her knee toward him. Somehow, he gets the hint, hooking his hand beneath her knee and raising it for me. It spreads her so deliciously that I’m able to lick lower.

Her whole body goes rigid, eyes dazed but widening. “What are you–”

My tongue meets the puckered flesh of her asshole, a chuckle rumbling against it as she gasps. “Relax, LB,” I command, palming each side of her ass open for me.

Remy’s the one to whisper, “Feels good, doesn’t it?” and I flick my eyes up just in time to see him descend on her tit, tongue looping wetly around the peaked nipple.

“T-that’s…” she stutters, arching into Remy’s mouth. “That’s…new.”

It’s necessary, is what it is. Not just because I need her ass stretched and wet for us, but also because there’s no square inch of Lavinia’s body I don’t want to know. I acquaint myself with this one hungrily, jabbing my tongue into her tight hole, teasing it with the tip of my finger until I feel it fluttering eagerly for me.

It’s only when I shove her hips up, easing back to aim my spit right into the dip of her asshole, that it hits her. “Oh my god, you’re really going to—” Her words fade off into a strained fricative when I glide two fingers inside, pushing the spit into her.

Remy reaches between her legs to stroke her clit. “You’ll do it, won’t you? You’ll let us fill you up?”

I thrust my fingers in and out, cock so hard that it aches. “We’ll get you nice and ready for us, baby.”

Lavinia begins shuddering, her breaths coming in sharp, pointed gasps. The tendons in her thighs tremble and flex as she tries to chase the feeling, but suddenly Sy’s fingers are there joining us, two sliding right into her slick pussy.

We work her like a symphony, Sy and I fingering her holes as Remy teases her clit. Her cries grow louder and more desperate as she breaks away from Remy’s mouth to look down at what we’re doing to her. Our hands are all jammed up together, relentless as they rub and stroke and thrust. Remy might call it art. Sy might call it a fight.

I call it perfection.

She comes with a strangled yelp, hands grasping frantically at our wrists as she goes rigid and seizes. I don’t know about the other two, but I can feel it around the third finger I sneak into her ass–the way her whole body clamps down on us, like it wants us to stay.

Her pussy is so soaked that it’s dripping down to my fingers, slicking the way as she goes abruptly lax. I watch Sy’s thick, glistening knuckles as he eases them free, bending down to press a kiss to her flushed cheek.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says, bringing his fingers to her gaping lips. He paints her slickness on like lipstick before licking out to clear it away.

“That,” she pants, chest heaving, “was insane.”

Fingers still buried in her, I climb to my feet, thumbing the button of my jeans with my free hand. “Oh, Little Bird. That was just to loosen you up for Remy.” Evenly, I explain, “I’d do it myself, but a deal’s a deal. It might hurt the first time, though.” I’d told Remy months ago that he could have first shot at fucking her ass, and I try really hard right now not to feel sour about it.

Remy meets my gaze, giving me a loose, sex-glazed smirk. “Ah, it’s not her first time, Nicky.”

I freeze three knuckles deep in her asshole. “You already tapped this?” I ask, brows crashing together. “You never said anything.”

He gathers her tit in a palm, holding my stare as he kisses the swell of it. “Because I knew you’d get all jealous and annoy the shit out of her about getting yours.”

I thrust my fingers in and out, scowling at him. “When was this? Where?”

Shrugging, he says, “A couple weeks ago, maybe? We were upstairs.”

My brain fogs up for a solid minute at what this means.

Her thick voice cuts through. “Nick?”

Blinking, I absorb this naked woman, slick and primed. Bending over her, I take her mouth in a deep, frantic kiss, working off my pants in the process. “I apologize in advance,” I say against her mouth, pressing a palm against Sy’s shoulder to get him to move.

“Apologize for wh—”

I pick her up, flip her around, and drop her on Remy’s lap. He shifts sideways, catching her with a surprised sound that morphs into a grunt when she lands on his cock. His hands instantly move to palm her tits. “Fuck, you’re dripping all over me,” he groans, kissing her jaw.

My focus is on one thing.

Pounding her sweet, tight, ass.

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