Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(39)

"Oh, yes. You feel so good, darling. I can't wait. Let me guide you."

She seemed to relax under his touch, and he thrust harder into her mouth. She spread her legs a bit wider and balanced herself, taking him deeper and submitting to him. This was what Oliver craved, her perfect willingness in the bedroom. He could see the appeal of the kink Callum had long embraced. He loved the way she looked on her knees in front of him, his cock moving between her lips as her breasts bounced in time.

His balls drew up, heat flaring across his spine as the head of his cock breached the soft opening at the back of her throat.

His heart thundered. Dizziness assailed him. Oliver groaned long and low as he let his eyes roll back. Orgasm roared through him. So good. Bloody amazing. Beyond pleasure.

He thrust past her lips again, forcing every drop out. She took it all, never stiffening or faltering. She just laved and swallowed and blew his mind. Could he ever give her up now that he knew how fucking perfect she felt?

After a long, dazzling moment, he released the tight grip he had on her hair, groaning again as she licked her way up his shaft and sat back on her heels.

"Was it good?" She sounded breathy, and when he looked down at her, he saw how flushed her skin was, how aroused she'd become while sucking him off.

"Very." He leaned over to kiss her, the faint salty taste of himself on her tongue.

Yes, she would make a perfect mistress.





CHAPTER SIX


Tori could still taste him on her tongue. The act had been a revelation, but then the whole night had been. Getting to her knees in front of Oliver had aroused her more than she'd thought possible. Whenever she'd fantasized about making love, she imagined gentle caresses and warm embraces. Oliver's touch was nothing like that. He incited a wildfire in her blood. It sizzled under her skin, seeped into her skin, and left her aching.

He loomed large over her. Even as he softened, he was still a big man.

Once he released her mouth from his hungry kiss, Tori returned to her ministrations. She licked at his cock, loving the taste and the intimacy of the act. She'd never felt as close to a man as she felt to Oliver now. Well … except for the moment she'd shuddered in Callum's arms and he'd shown her that every pleasure she'd felt before had been nothing compared to the ecstasy he could give her. Being in his arms had been different than the feelings Oliver's embrace roused, but she'd loved them both the same.

Tori sucked Oliver's cock and wished Callum were here. And she ached at the thought of Rory's intent stare directed on her as she pleased the others before she turned her attention on him. She could imagine moving between the three of them, giving them all her devotion because she loved them. Choosing just one of them was impossible when she yearned for them all.

It wouldn't happen. She'd seen plainly that they would never share her. Tonight would be all she had of the Thurston-Hughes brothers. She would leave with her sister tomorrow and try to forget them.



       
         
       
        

She wished she'd kissed Rory just once.

"Stand up." Oliver commanded, dragging her from that fantasy.

Oliver assisted her up, helping to steady her wobbly legs.

"Did you like that? Because I certainly did. You have a gorgeous mouth, darling. It was meant to suck a man's cock. My cock." He smoothed her hair from her face before lowering his restless hands to her hips. "Now it's my turn to get a taste of you."

When he reached between her legs and slid a single finger through her labia, she gasped.

"You're so wet," he said, clearly pleased, as he explored her tight sheath with his finger. "Don't move and don't be shy. Spread your legs wider for me."

The Thurston-Hughes brothers had the demanding thing in common. When they turned those dark voices on her, she couldn't help but obey. In real life, she would fight and argue, but here she wanted nothing more than to trust these men with her heart and her body. She knew sharing a love with them was out of the question, so she yielded her will to Oliver now.

Pleasing him thrilled her, and she figured that would extend to the other two as well. Too bad that would never happen.

Oliver pushed his fingers into her pussy gently, delving deep. She couldn't help but squeeze around it. "You enjoyed sucking my cock. The act made you wet. I could take you right now."

He was probably right, and she was eager to feel him moving inside her, but he'd promised her something else. Tori knew she'd have only this night with him so she wanted to make it last before she had to face reality again.

She needed more time with him. Desperation made her bold. "You promised."