Dangerous Pleasure(81)

Tariq’s hands pushed beneath the curve of her rear, lifting her closer, tilting her hips to allow his tongue to move lower, to flicker against the opening of her vagina, teasing, sensitizing as her hand burrowed into Abram’s hair, clenching as Tariq flicked his tongue just inside the flexing, clenched entrance. His moan liberated against her flesh, causing her breath to catch on a broken moan.

Abram’s head lifted again, his lips moving to her ear.

“Is he teasing you, love?”

“Oh God, Abram, it’s killing me.” She tried to thrust against his tongue, to force it deeper inside her. “Let me come,” she begged, feeling the desperation she knew they heard in her voice. “Please, Abram, I need…” A shocked moan of intense pleasure ripped from her lips as she felt Tariq move his fingers through the cleft of her ass to tease and press firmly at the tiny, hidden entrance located there.

“Abram,” she gasped, her gaze meeting his as his head lifted, his eyes black fire as he caught her gaze.

“Relax, love,” he crooned gently. Tariq’s fingers drew back as his tongue pushed forward. “Just relax for us. We stop whenever you need us to,” he promised. “Whatever you want, baby.”

“More,” she moaned brokenly as the feel of Tariq’s fingers returned to the clenched opening. Cool, slickened with lubricant, he began pushing his finger inside her as Abram reached down, gripped beneath one knee, and lifted it.

An erotic shiver raced through her body and her lashes fluttered over her dazed eyes.

She felt Tariq’s finger sink slowly into the nerve-laden depths of her anus.

Paige’s fingers clenched at Abram’s shoulders, locking onto him, holding onto his gaze as Tariq’s tongue ate at her pussy decadently while his fingers lubricated, stretched, and accustomed her rear entrance to the slowly increasing width of more than one finger.

Abram held her knee back, his gaze never leaving hers, holding her steady, keeping her senses focused when she knew she would have shattered otherwise.

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“Abram.” She gasped his name as she felt Tariq stretching her further. “Please, please make me come.”

Weak, pleading, the hoarseness of her own voice shocked her.

“Are you ready for us then?” A grimace tightened his face. Paige felt her lashes flutter closed again before she forced them open.

Ready for both of them?

She knew what he meant, just as she had always known what was coming once she became his lover.

To accept not just Abram and his possession of her, but Tariq, or whoever his third would be, as well.

“Yes,” she whispered desperately as her lips continued to surge against the slow, easy thrust of pleasure/pain pushing into her rear. “Oh God, Abram,” she moaned. “Please.”

If she didn’t come soon she would never survive the sensations increasing inside her.

Pleasure/pain and heated erotic hunger attacked every sensory receptor in her body and in her mind. She couldn’t bear to be without touch. If they stopped, if they didn’t continue to push her toward that precipice waiting ahead, then she wouldn’t survive the desertion.

If she didn’t continue the erotic journey to what had to be a coming orgasm, then she would lose her mind in the search for it.

“Come, love,” Abram whispered despite her cry of desperation as Tariq’s fingers and his torturous tongue deserted her.

As Tariq eased back from her she found herself being lifted, turned, and eased into Abram’s arms as he reclined on the bed.

Tariq guided her legs to both sides of Abram’s hips as Abram gripped the base of his cock, holding it steady. Paige tipped her head back with a low, desperate moan tearing from her as the wide crest parted the swollen, sensitive lips. She felt him push in to the hilt, filling her, stretching her to the point that pleasure and pain combined to create an inferno of heat and hunger that stole her mind.

As he penetrated fully his hands clamped on her hips, holding her still as she felt Tariq’s palm between her shoulder blades pressing her to Abram’s chest.

Staring down at Abram in sudden hesitation, she was aware of Tariq pausing behind her.

“Even better.” Abram released a hip to lift his hand and tuck her hair behind her shoulder, before he brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “We’ll take care of everything, baby. All you have to do is feel good. Just let us love you.”

Let him love her.

She had dreamed of that, she had ached for it for so many years.