Page 119 of The Payback

As I shiver, still spasming from the pleasure, they crawl up either side of my body. Nik on my right, and Dimitri on my left, their fingers tracing patterns on my skin and guiding me down from my high with gentle touches.

“More,” I beg, “I need more.”

I feel as if I’ve been blown apart and then cobbled back together, merely held together by some tape and a prayer. But I can’t stop this insatiable need inside of me that demands everything they have to give. For isn’t that what I’m giving them? Everything I am and everything I hope to be.

I expect the same in return.

Nik and Dimitri look across my body at each other, brows moving and jaws ticking in a silent conversation. This isn’t the first time they’ve done it; I doubt it’ll be the last. One day, I hope to be part of that silent communication that takes years to hone.

Without a word, Dimitri lies on his back and grabs me by the hips, planting one knee on either side of him. I slide my wet pussy along his length, his crown bumping my clit and making me shiver with every pass.

Nik shifts and finds his way between Dimitri’s legs just behind me. With a hand on my back, he pushes me forward so my ass stays up in the air, but my tits are pressed against the rigid panes of Dimitri’s chest.

The pierced tip of Nik’s dick slides between Dimitri and me. He tilts his hips and presses me further against my husband, notching his head at my entrance. After he stretches me open, he pulls back just an inch, then slides home, tunnelling into me—making me feel whole and then empty every time he withdraws.

The thought of taking them both overwhelms my senses, and my mind screams at me to make it happen. Dimitri cups my cheeks and kisses me passionately.

“That’s a good wife,” he says between languorous kisses. “How does he feel inside of you? Stretching you open and fucking you on top of me?”

I moan at the seductive tone of his voice. “He feels so good,” I say, choking back another guttural groan to get the words out.

“You like when my best friend fucks you, don’t you?”Dirty talking husband has arrived.“You like us sharing you?”

Nik chuckles darkly behind me, his thrusts increasing in tempo, his hips slapping against my ass as he ruts into me from behind.

“God, yes!” I cry. “Fuck me, Nik. Fuck me harder. Please, please!”

Nik grips my hips and pistons in and out of me. The wet sound of us coming together is so raw and makes me feel so vulnerable, knowing it’s coming from me—an echo that will live in my mind for weeks.

Evidence of my arousal spreads between us as the debauchery of it washes over me.

“Stop,” Dimitri says from under me. “She’s too close.”

My stomach is coiled in knots. Everything is tense as my orgasm readies itself to break free. Nik pulls out of me, leaving me whimpering against Dimitri.

“No!” I cry. “I want more. I want all of it. Why would you stop?”

Dimitri soothes me with a hand on my cheek, and I lean into his warm touch, even as I try to work my hips back onto Nik.

“Nik,” Dimitri says, gritting his teeth as my pussy slides along his length. “There’s lube in the nightstand. Stretch our girl.”

A delicious shiver racks my body, and Dimitri holds me steady with his hands on my upper arms.

“You like the sound of that, don’t you, princess?”

I flash him a warning glare. “I am no one’s princess.”

Dimitri smiles. “That’s right. You’re our queen, and tonight we’re gonna fuck you just the way you want.”

Nik rifles through the nightstand, grabs the lube, and pops the top. His fingers push between my ass cheeks, finding my hole and rubbing a wet circle around it.

I clench—the reaction entirely instinctual.

“Breathe, baby,” Nik says from behind me. “Let me in, one finger at a time. I’ll go slow.”

I do as he says, letting my stuttering breath fan over Dimitri’s face as he holds my gaze.

Nik pushes past my barrier, and his finger goes knuckle-deep, andfuck me. It feels good. A slight burn, a slight stretch. It would feel intrusive if I wasn’t so fucking turned on and desperate for any touch they give me.

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