by Leah Brooke
Marc pinched her nipples just often enough to keep her pleasure growing, but not enough to send her over.
Their groans and low growls got steadily louder and more primitive, their touch much greedier and forceful with each passing minute.
In sharp contrast, the flick of James’s thumb over her clit stayed light and almost fleeting, each touch sending a flash of heat through her and threatening to send her over the edge.
She shook uncontrollably, her movements clumsy as she fought their hold and attempted to rub her clit against James.
The muscles in her stomach tightened painfully as the sensations grew, each tug to her nipples, and caress of her clit promising more pleasure than she could handle.
She waited expectantly for each touch to her clit, whimpering in frustration when it didn’t come soon enough.
James would surprise her then, and rub or pinch her clit lightly, and then release it just as suddenly, leaving her clenching on their cocks and cursing as coming eluded her.
“Enough. Make me come. Oh, God, I’m so close.”
The tingling and tightening of her body seemed never ending, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to take much more.
Marc’s laughter sounded harsh and diabolical.
“Come on, baby. You can take it.”
He thrust deep, pinched her nipples and moved his hips in a way that changed the thrust of his cock and sent her soaring.
Her scream echoed off the walls, mingling with their harsh shouts of release as they both surged deep, their cocks pulsing in both openings.
James pinched her clit between both thumbs, holding on to her thighs with an iron grip.
“Fuck! Yeah, baby. Keep coming. Squeeze my cock. So fucking tight.”
Marc closed his hands over her breasts, running his teeth over her back.
“Incredible. Oh, hell. She’s clamping down on my cock so fucking hard that—fuck. She’s coming again.”
Before she recovered from one wave, another slammed into her. Digging her knees into the leather sofa, Bailey grabbed on to the back of it and rocked, taking all the pleasure she could.
Thrilling at the groans coming from both of them, she did it again and again until the shudders overtook her and she collapsed against James’s chest.
James pulled her close, threading his fingers into her hair and cupping the back of her head as he settled her.
“Damn, woman. I love you.”
Marc closed in from behind her, caressing her hip and moving her hair aside to run his lips over her neck and shoulder.
“I couldn’t have chosen a better woman for my mate.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When Leah isn’t writing, she’s spending time with her family and friends. While writing or relaxing, her two puppies are always around her.
Also by Leah Brooke
Ménage Amour: Desire, Oklahoma 1: Desire for Three
Siren Classic: Desire, Oklahoma 2: Blade’s Desire
Ménage Amour: Desire, Oklahoma 3: Creation of Desire
Ménage Amour: Desire, Oklahoma 4: Rules of Desire
Everlasting Classic: Desire, Oklahoma 5: Dark Desire
Ménage Everlasting: Desire, Oklahoma 6: Raw Desire
Ménage Everlasting: Desire, Oklahoma – The Founding Fathers: Untamed Desire
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