Page 123 of Stolen Faith

Rowan’s hand stilled on his dick. “Take it off her. Tell me if she’s as wet as I think.”

Brennon did as Rowan commanded, again, more than willing to follow their fiancé’s directions.

Brennon toyed with the elastic. “If the roles were reversed, I have a feeling Rowan would rip this off of you.”

His words drew a pretty, pretty picture in her head.

“But, well…” Brennon gave her one of his oh-so-charming, self-effacing grins as he said, “Elastic is damn hard to break.”

She started to laugh, but it was cut short when he ran his fingers along her slit, Izabel hissing in delight.

“She’s soaked, Rowan. And hot. So fucking hot. She’s gonna burn us alive.”

Izabel gripped his wrist, pushing his hand against her more firmly, when he touched her clit with another of those too-soft strokes. “Harder.”

Brennon winked, and she realized he’d been teasing.

He gave her exactly what she’d asked for, driving her arousal higher until Rowan said, “Fuck. Enough. Undress Brennon, Iza. It’s time you two came to bed.”

Izabel stripped Brennon’s clothes off without delay or fanfare. She, like Rowan, was riding the razor’s edge of a desire so overwhelming she could almost taste it. The pile by the side of the bed grew as she tossed his shirt, pants, and boxers to it.

“Come here.” Rowan crooked his finger at her.

She climbed on the bed, treating Brennon to a peek at her round ass, wiggling it provocatively. The man, God bless him, took her up on the unspoken challenge, slapping it.

Again, it was more playful than hard. Izabel glanced over her shoulder. “Next time, do it like you mean it.” Then she crawled the rest of the way to Rowan.

She carefully caged her sexy soldier beneath her, lowering her face to kiss him, while careful to carry her own weight with her hands and knees. The bed dipped as Brennon sat next to them, stroking Izabel’s bare ass.

She waited for him to take her up on her dare to spank her harder, and she thought that was his intention until Rowan broke the kiss. “Turn around,” he demanded. “Let me kiss that soaking-wet pussy.”

Dirty talk? Yes, please.

Izabel moved completely to one side of Rowan, taking care not to jar him, though he didn’t seem to appreciate her efforts, impatiently reaching for her, anxious to get her body back over his.

Izabel straddled Rowan’s head, her knees above his shoulders, her feet braced against the headboard. She started to press her lower body down, but Rowan stopped her.

“Wait. We’re doing sixty-nine plus one.” Rowan glanced over at Brennon. “Straddle my knees. Izabel’s going to give you a blowjob while I make our gorgeous girl come on my face.”

“Shit, Ro,” Brennon said as he shifted into position. “You’re the first person in my life to make me not hate math.”

Brennon ran his fingers through Izabel’s long hair as she looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire. This time when she lowered her hips, Rowan didn’t stop her. He also wasted no time. She sucked in a harsh breath when his tongue found her clit.

Brennon guided his cock to her lips, and she smiled when his breathing stuttered as well. She ran her tongue around the head of his dick, teasing the slit, lapping up the precum there. Reaching out, she cupped Brennon’s balls, toying with them, just giving him a taste before releasing them. He wasn’t the only tease in the bedroom.

Besides, there were two delicious cocks within her grasp. Two sexy men she was desperate to cast her spell on.

Holding just the head of Brennon’s dick in her mouth, she reached down to stroke Rowan’s cock. His hips jerked at the unexpected touch and he groaned, the vibrating sound reverberating against her clenching, hungry pussy.

Rowan clearly appreciated her efforts, his tongue sliding from clit to anus, back and forth several times, before—finally—he pushed it into her pussy, fucking her with it. He had a magic goddamn tongue.

She moaned, her eyes closed as her body began to quiver. For a moment, she lost herself in an ocean of sensation, especially when Rowan’s fingers found her clit, adding more fuel to the fire.

“Look at me,” Brennon said. It appeared her other fiancé was ready to make a few demands of his own. “Keep your eyes on me, Iza.” He cupped her face with his hands, slowly pushing deeper inside her mouth, taking control from her.

The experience of being fucked by two men gave new meaning to the expression Heaven on Earth.

Izabel tightened her grip on Rowan’s thick cock, stroking him harder, faster, as his hips began to follow her rhythm. Then Brennon pushed even deeper into her mouth, not stopping until the head of his dick brushed the back of her throat before withdrawing, only to return again. And again. And again.

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