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He took a fistful of my braid in his hand and tugged. “You’re such a fucking good girl, tiger. Such a good bad girl.”

The words only intensified the inferno raging at the center of my body. I was on the verge of coming and he hadn’t even been near my dripping pussy. I reached down to finger myself as he slammed into my mouth again and again.

“Uh-uh,” he said when he noticed me stroking myself. “As much as that fucking turns me on, that’s my job. You can make yourself come later, and I’ll be more than happy to watch, but right now you’re going to come on my face.”

He withdrew from my mouth and knelt between my slick thighs, his cock jutting between his thighs.

He spread my legs and breathed a sigh. “Every part of you is fucking gorgeous, tiger.”

I leaned back on the bench, propping myself up on my forearms as he ran his tongue through my folds from one end to the other.

“Oh my god,” I moaned, dropping my head back.

“Not fucking close enough,” he grunted, yanking me down by the legs and putting my calves on his shoulders. “I want to be buried in your sweet pussy.”

His piercing did crazy things to my clit when he circled it slowly with his tongue. I didn’t think it could get any better until he sank two fingers inside me.

I moved my hips to the rhythm of his fingers as he finger-fucked me, working my clit with his tongue, climbing the peak of an orgasm that promised to rock my world. I was lost in sensation, totally blissed out — which was probably why I didn’t notice that Rock was standing in the doorway.

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“Jesus fuck,” Rock groaned.

I lifted my head and saw that his eyes were locked on my naked body, Oscar’s face between my thighs. I was barely coherent, only vaguely conscious of the fact that I should probably cover myself or tell him to leave or something.

Except I didn’t want to do either of those things. I just wanted Oscar to never stop what he was doing.

“Ever hear of knocking?” Oscar asked. “Can’t you see I’m trying to make our girl come?”

“I can go,” Rock said, except he didn’t look eager to leave, and I could see the outline of his erection through his jeans.

Oscar looked you at me. “It’s your call. Want him to leave?”

“No.” This was definitely not the time for lies. “I want you to keep eating my pussy.”

A slow smile lifted the corners of Oscar’s luscious mouth. “Want him to join?”

I laid back on the bench and looked over at Rock, but before I could invite him, he shook his head. “I’m going to have her to myself before I share, but I’ll watch if it’s all the same to you.”

He addressed the question to both of us, but his penetrating gaze made it clear he was asking me.

I reached between my legs in answer and threaded my fingers through Oscar’s hair, then tugged. “I hope you don’t think you’re finished.”

He laughed and closed his mouth around my clit, resuming the pace of his fingers as my hips moved to meet his thrusts.

When I looked over at Rock, he was leaning against the wall, jeans unzipped, stroking his magnificent cock. He was rock-hard and huge, and the coil of my impending orgasm tightened another notch.

“How does our girl taste?” Rock asked, a little breathless.

Oscar lifted his head and used his thumb to take over where his tongue had left off. “Like fucking paradise with a side of nirvana. You’re going to love it.”

Their banter only made me more turned on, and I locked eyes with Rock, watching as he stroked his sleek shaft, blue eyes hooded with desire.

I was on erotic overload — Oscar’s tongue working magic on my cunt, his fingers deep inside, Rock getting himself off on the display — and finally closed my eyes and let myself step to the precipice of release.

Oscar seemed to sense it, and he picked up the pace on my clit, the soft click of his tongue and lip piercings a backdrop to my heavy breathing and the low moan that was torn from my throat as I leapt over the edge.

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