Page 347 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Does our fiancée think she can handle both of our pierced tatted cocks on both ends?” Armani offers, and fuck.

I’m quivering at the dream I’ve been having for weeks.

“She masturbates at the idea of taking both of us,” Wyatt mutters against flesh before he’s sucking at that sensitive nape of my neck that’s already covered generously with hickeys and bite marks. “Don’t you, Wildflower?”

“Yes,” I pant as I try to wiggle impatiently. “Please?”

“Fuck,” they both curse as Armani rewards me with a brutally raw kiss that leaves me tingling all over while I catch my breath.

“When you beg like that, I lose my fucking mind,” Armani admits.

“Makes me want to get right into it,” Wyatt declares. “Oscar, shuffle her over.”

“You’re taking her ass.” Armani isn’t asking. He knows exactly what Wyatt wants, but he likes hearing his motives, regardless.

“You’re gonna have to fight me if I don’t get to enjoy her ass first,” Wyatt notes as he gets in position while Oscar easily lifts me into his arms as I hook mine around his neck.

“I mean, that could be arranged, but I’m willing to reconsider if I get to eat her ass out after.”

“Deal.”

“You two are fucking insane,” I groan but I’m dying with excitement. “Horny hockey players.”

“You’re loving it,” Armani notes and helps me onto Wyatt who grips my hips. He doesn’t lower me onto his cock yet. He lets me rest on his abs, so I can catch my breath while Armani strokes himself in anticipation.

“You think you’ll last, Xandra?” Wyatt questions while he moves one of his hands to run up my back, making me shiver and arch my back at his teasing touch.

“I’ll last,” I breathe and look over my shoulder to see those stormy blue eyes admiring my entire backside. “What are you thinking?”

“We should go back to Moscow and get you a nice back tattoo,” he admits with a sly grin that ignites goosebumps along my arms.

He really means it.

“She should pierce her nipples more like it,” Armani says and follows by sucking one of my breasts into his mouth without warning.

I can’t stop myself from moaning as my body arches involuntarily and my head falls back. I feel Wyatt’s fingers trail through my long blonde locks before he gets a solid grip on my hair, so he can tug my head further back and suck the side of my neck.

My moans grow louder, my body shuddering just by having them work their magic on me.

Having two men worship your body like a Goddess is one of the best experiences I’ve had in the bedroom.

Wyatt and Armani carry the perfect balance—a bit of tough love matched with tender loving that gives me enough time to rest and get excited all over again.

“Oscar, if I don’t have my cock inside her now, I’m gonna bust a knot and waste precious cum,” Wyatt warns.

Armani chuckles as he finishes taunting my other breast with a final pucker to each hard nipple. I’m fighting for breath all over again, my body so sensitive, every little touch ignites my pulsing pussy that’s hot, wet, and needy.

“Ready for us, Kitten?” he seductively whispers while reaching down to play with my clit.

“Fuck, yes,” I breathe into his mouth as he kisses me passionately.

“You don’t even know,” he begins and pauses to kiss me yet again, “how long we’ve been yearning for this.”

“Too fucking long,” Wyatt groans and grips my hips. “You’re lucky these ass cheeks healed faster than our cocks, or I swear, we would have lost our fucking minds if we went one day without fucking you.”

Both my ass tattoos healed wonderfully—my left for Armani and the right for Wyatt. I loved his surprised expression when he realized I tatted his name on my lower ass cheek.

The moment I was cleared, he couldn’t help licking that very spot after he eats me up every night like a fucking appetizer.

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