Their Virgin Mistress (Masters of Ménage #7)(76)

Tori was their exact opposite. Tori didn't want fame. She couldn't care less about their money. And he could never move on from her. She was his endgame.

"Yes …  That's exactly what I want." He tightened his hands in her hair to guide her as she squeezed and moved her mouth in a sultry rhythm.

He watched her carefully for a moment, studying her movements. She showed zero signs of distress. She groaned around his cock and took him deep. He wanted to enjoy this with her. She was turning out to be far more adventurous and pliable than he'd expected. He'd thought they would have to coddle her and gently move her along, but she took to the pleasure-both giving and receiving-quickly. She'd been a virgin, but her first foray into Dominance and submission seemed to be turning her into a hungry vixen.

This was what they all needed-her. So many times he'd felt compelled to do whatever it took to keep the family together, but Tori was the glue that would bind them. Love for her would cement their bond.

She worked him, taking more and more of his cock with every pass. Her mouth was small, but she seemed determined to take all of him. He wasn't about to protest. There was nothing more he wanted than to find that soft spot at the back of her throat and give her everything he'd pent up for her.

Whatever Callum was doing to her made her whimper. The vibrations hummed along his cock. 

"Do that again. She liked it," he gasped. "I fucking loved it."

"She responds so well," Callum said. "Do you want to come, love? Do you want to come while Rory's cock is in your mouth? Let's see if I can get the timing perfect. You like it when I touch you here."

She hummed again, a sound of panicked passion, as if she sat on the razor's edge and Callum held her in his ruthless hands. Tori swallowed more of his cock, and he watched his inches disappear between her lips. The sensation made his spine bow as he felt his balls begin to draw up.

"I'm almost there." He used her hair to roughen his thrusts between her lips. He couldn't let her have control a second longer. "Just relax and let me fuck your mouth."

She did as he asked, but her little whimpers were getting stronger as Callum apparently hurtled her toward climax. She moaned around his cock, her mouth softening as she took him deeper. He thrust in and pulled out, only to have her lips tighten around him, drawing him back in. Over and over, he gained precious ground until she'd taken him balls deep.

Her tongue whirled, and Rory couldn't stop himself from letting go. Her body swaying, her head bobbing, her tongue rubbing, and she hummed hard as she came. He slammed inside her mouth, and a groan tore from his chest as she took his cock to the back of her throat. There was no way to hold it back. He shot into her mouth, pumping himself again and again between her swollen lips.

She sucked him hard, cupping the cheeks of his ass. She leaned in, swallowing, taking every bit of him.

"Sweetheart … ah," Rory groaned. "Yes. Fuck. Yes!"

Pure joy suffused him as the world seemed to go soft and hazy. His whole body pulsed as he watched her lick him clean. She wore a radiant smile, glowing with pride and joy, when she finally looked up at him.

He was utterly lost. He loved her and he was never going to let her go.



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Callum was on fire. Tori's heat had definitely singed his fingers. He'd always known she had a burning sensuality inside her. She might look sweet and she might be as innocent as the day was long. He wasn't a man who equated innocence to virginity or virginity with goodness. Tori had been in a state of virginity because she was picky and there was nothing wrong with that, but her innocence had nothing to do with her hymen. It was all about her gorgeous soul.

She smiled as she toppled back. If he hadn't been there, she would have hit the floor, but she must have known that he would catch her. He would never let her down.

Callum stared at her, her weight so perfect in his arms. He remembered that moment he'd first seen her smile at him. The sight had been a revelation, like the heavens had parted and left him the sunny gift of her beauty after days of rain, and he'd known he'd found his reason to live. His woman to love.

For so long, his purpose had been about not letting his team down. His life had been about a sport. This was real. She was real. Loving Tori Glen could be the rest of his life.

It was everything he wanted. He even wanted this freaky turn his life had taken. Somehow it felt right to have his brothers here.

"Did you enjoy that?" He'd loved watching her blow Rory while he'd gotten her off with his fingers. He'd never had a woman respond so readily and beautifully to him. It was like she'd been made for him, made for his fingers and mouth and cock. Made for them-for the Thurston-Hughes brothers.