harder. “You wanted us. You got us. But our way.”
Footsteps said Mavros had arrived. “Let’s get the sari off her.”
Somehow, somewhen, they’d gotten over their no sharing problem. I’d missed the exact moment. I didn’t care. I buried my face in the bed while they efficiently stripped me, holding me down in different ways when I wriggled – hands, knees, arms, bodyweight, until I was naked.
Oh god, did I wriggle. I was soaking up their attention.
“It’s ripped,” Grimm said.
“Who the fuck cares. I can buy her more.”
“But maybe no more underwear.”
“Maybe.”
“I liked seeing you rip them off her.”
“True. I’ll buy at least one pair then.”
The silence that followed seemed ominous.
Grimm had a big hand splayed on my shoulder, but now he moved and straddled my back, then sat on me, facing away from my head. Squashed into the mattress, I gasped and attempted to throw him off but he only clucked his tongue and slapped my bare ass.
His voice was muffled. “I won’t squish you, much.” His legs were either side of my head and I eyed them, tempted to try nipping him through the denim. “I want to see you fuck her.”
He what?
The sound of a zip undoing then clothes being removed and tossed aside told me Mavros was preparing to do just that. I listened to Grimm taking off his shirt and unzipping his fly before I felt the bed dip, as if Mavros leaned on it.
“Open your legs, Zorie.”
I bit my lip and jammed shut my eyes, feeling myself respond sexually. Excitement was flooding every part of me. Despite my closed legs, my lower lips had parted and swelled. I hadn’t thought I could get more aroused.
I wiggled my butt the tiniest amount, rocking Grimm.
His weight shifted and he leaned over to claw a hand into each ass cheek. “Open.”
The pain from those fingers . I inhaled sharply, loving the pain and his possession. I could obey...
It might be more interesting to see what they’d do if I refused.
Chapter 11
Grimm
Anger, annoyance, a need to own her ass, heart, body, and soul – all these had vied with each other ever since she suggested she wanted both of us.
I was seriously taken aback.
How could she want Mavros as well? Even if it had proved best that he was here, keeping me in line, reminding me of who I was. Fuck. Never thought I’d think that. I wasn’t a man who forced a woman. Or not unless she wanted it that way.
Zorie hadn’t liked my teeth on her throat.
A pity.
I loved her and I wanted her with a passion that would cover us in teeny tiny stars, and a lot of cum, if allowed out without a leash. I wanted to consume her. And there was the other problem.
Even now, I wasn’t sure what I’d intended with my teeth in her throat.
It could wait.
“Open your legs.”
I had Mavros doing a private porno for me, fucking her while I watched. The appeal of this seemed counter to what I’d thought minutes ago.
But I wanted to see her fucked, and that was a fact. “Zorie...”
“Mmmph.”
She hadn’t moved. This was a rebellion, deliberate too. I grinned evilly and Mavros raised an eyebrow that threatened to vanish under his black locks. The man was way too pretty.
I leaned over further and eyed her magnificent ass, and the blotched redness and paleness of her skin where my fingers sank in. If I bit her would she forgive me if I made her bleed?
I wasn’t sure where my teeth would stop.
Some things have to be tried to be appreciated. I bit her hard until she began to squeal and try to buck me off. Since Mavros was holding her also and biting her thigh, she had little chance.
After much attempted kicking and flailing, she gasped out “Stop! Stop!”
We stopped. We watched her grumble but open her legs.
The panting amused me. The bite marks enthralled me. I was tracing them when Mavros stepped between her legs with his cock out.
Just in time, I tore my gaze from the marks and watched him seat his cock in her entrance and sink damn slowly
Footsteps said Mavros had arrived. “Let’s get the sari off her.”
Somehow, somewhen, they’d gotten over their no sharing problem. I’d missed the exact moment. I didn’t care. I buried my face in the bed while they efficiently stripped me, holding me down in different ways when I wriggled – hands, knees, arms, bodyweight, until I was naked.
Oh god, did I wriggle. I was soaking up their attention.
“It’s ripped,” Grimm said.
“Who the fuck cares. I can buy her more.”
“But maybe no more underwear.”
“Maybe.”
“I liked seeing you rip them off her.”
“True. I’ll buy at least one pair then.”
The silence that followed seemed ominous.
Grimm had a big hand splayed on my shoulder, but now he moved and straddled my back, then sat on me, facing away from my head. Squashed into the mattress, I gasped and attempted to throw him off but he only clucked his tongue and slapped my bare ass.
His voice was muffled. “I won’t squish you, much.” His legs were either side of my head and I eyed them, tempted to try nipping him through the denim. “I want to see you fuck her.”
He what?
The sound of a zip undoing then clothes being removed and tossed aside told me Mavros was preparing to do just that. I listened to Grimm taking off his shirt and unzipping his fly before I felt the bed dip, as if Mavros leaned on it.
“Open your legs, Zorie.”
I bit my lip and jammed shut my eyes, feeling myself respond sexually. Excitement was flooding every part of me. Despite my closed legs, my lower lips had parted and swelled. I hadn’t thought I could get more aroused.
I wiggled my butt the tiniest amount, rocking Grimm.
His weight shifted and he leaned over to claw a hand into each ass cheek. “Open.”
The pain from those fingers . I inhaled sharply, loving the pain and his possession. I could obey...
It might be more interesting to see what they’d do if I refused.
Chapter 11
Grimm
Anger, annoyance, a need to own her ass, heart, body, and soul – all these had vied with each other ever since she suggested she wanted both of us.
I was seriously taken aback.
How could she want Mavros as well? Even if it had proved best that he was here, keeping me in line, reminding me of who I was. Fuck. Never thought I’d think that. I wasn’t a man who forced a woman. Or not unless she wanted it that way.
Zorie hadn’t liked my teeth on her throat.
A pity.
I loved her and I wanted her with a passion that would cover us in teeny tiny stars, and a lot of cum, if allowed out without a leash. I wanted to consume her. And there was the other problem.
Even now, I wasn’t sure what I’d intended with my teeth in her throat.
It could wait.
“Open your legs.”
I had Mavros doing a private porno for me, fucking her while I watched. The appeal of this seemed counter to what I’d thought minutes ago.
But I wanted to see her fucked, and that was a fact. “Zorie...”
“Mmmph.”
She hadn’t moved. This was a rebellion, deliberate too. I grinned evilly and Mavros raised an eyebrow that threatened to vanish under his black locks. The man was way too pretty.
I leaned over further and eyed her magnificent ass, and the blotched redness and paleness of her skin where my fingers sank in. If I bit her would she forgive me if I made her bleed?
I wasn’t sure where my teeth would stop.
Some things have to be tried to be appreciated. I bit her hard until she began to squeal and try to buck me off. Since Mavros was holding her also and biting her thigh, she had little chance.
After much attempted kicking and flailing, she gasped out “Stop! Stop!”
We stopped. We watched her grumble but open her legs.
The panting amused me. The bite marks enthralled me. I was tracing them when Mavros stepped between her legs with his cock out.
Just in time, I tore my gaze from the marks and watched him seat his cock in her entrance and sink damn slowly
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