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but his hands kept her in place. “Gaspar.” She whispered his name,
needing him to touch her. She could feel moisture gathering at the
apex of her legs, until finally spilling over. A drop ran along her thigh
until she felt Gasper’s tongue trace a path upward to catch it.
“Such a tasty treat.” His voice trembled against her leg as he
traced a line up her thigh.
“Oh please…”
“Sweet Mai. Tell me what you want.”
She cried out in frustration, wanting to touch herself but knowing
he wouldn’t let her.
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“Is he teasing you, Mai?”
“Yes, make him stop.”
Gaspar stroked the backs of her thighs, but not where she needed
it the most. A strong shudder ran along her limbs, she
needed…needed.
“You don’t want to do that, brother.”
He softly brushed against her core, and Mai cried out at the
exquisite pleasure that spiked through her. “Our woman is dripping
with need here. I can’t get enough of her scent or taste. Fuck me,
Vencel, she tastes like creamed honey.”
Vencel licked a path from Mai’s breasts to her neck. Tracing a
muscle along her shoulder, he bit down on the tendon and another
shudder raked through Mai’s body. How did he know exactly where to
do that?
“I want a taste, Mai.” She nodded, expecting him to slide lower
and taste her. She might not survive it. The mere thought of one of
them licking at her wet pussy sent her desire spiraling. “Give me your
hand.”
“What?” Mai looked down confused at the odd request. Vencel
lay on his back beneath her holding out his hand. She braced herself
on her elbow and placed her hand in his. He wrapped his hand around
hers.
“Now touch yourself, Nyuszikam. Get your fingers nice and wet
for me. She dropped her forehead to his shoulder and reached down
between her legs. She wasn’t going to last.
“That’s it, sweet Mai. Show me how you like to be touched.”
Knowing that Gaspar lay there watching her should have embarrassed
the hell out of her, but instead it turned her on even more. She gently
stroked the swollen fold before slipping between. Even she was
amazed at how wet she felt. Her fingers immediately arrowed in for
her clit. Drawing circles around the little bud sent her rushing toward
ecstasy. She teetered on the edge, her body shaking, demanding relief.
One more stoke was all she needed.
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“Oh no you don’t.” Vencel grabbed her hand before she could get
any closer.
Mai cried out in frustration. So close, one more stroke, and she
would have hurtled over the edge. She wanted to smack Vencel for
denying her but instead found herself transfixed with the sight of him
licking her fingers clean. He sucked her middle finger, the one she
used to stroke her clit, deep into his mouth. His tongue ran over the
length. He sucked again, and she could feel the pull on her clit as if it
was in his mouth. “You taste like ambrosia.”
“It’s better directly from the source. “ Gaspar’s tongue stroked her
from clit to the core. The sensations, too powerful to contain, made
her cried out.
“Oh please fuck me. Both of you, please, I can’t stand it
anymore.”
“Now that is the honesty I was hoping to hear from you.” Vencel
finished cleaning her fingers off before helping her move back over
his cock.
Mai ground herself down against his length, her hand pressed
against Vencel’s chest. He jerked up almost dislodging her. “Yes, oh
yes,” She tilted her hips, sliding her cream along his shaft.
“Fuck, Mai. Slow down. You’re going to have me exploding
before I ever get inside you.” Vencel gripped her hips in his large
hands. “Jesus, Gaspar, please tell me you’re ready.”
“Hell yeah. Here, Angyalom,” Gaspar pressed a condom package
into Mai’s hand. Put that on him, Mai. Take your time if you want. He
needs to learn some patience.”
Mai couldn’t help the laugh the bubbled up from deep inside her.
Gaspar’s bit of humor was lost on Vencel. Vencel tended to be a bit
more intense and focused. Maybe that was the point his brother tried
to make.
“Get that damn thing on me.”
“Oh, I will.” Mai wrapped her fingers around his length and
stroked his length. Swiping her finger over his weeping tip she
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brought it to her mouth and licked it off. Vencel growled low in his
throat. Damn, that almost sounded real. His fingers gripped her thighs
to the point of almost being painful. “Mai, please,” he managed to say
between clenched teeth.
She tore open the package with her teeth and unwrapped the
condom down his length. Vencel dropped his head back against the
pillows, his body jerking under her. As soon as the condom
completely sheathed him, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up. She
could feel the wide tip pressing against her opening. “Fuck, Vencel,
don’t stop now.”
His lips curled into an animalistic snarl, and he pulled her down
on him, sheathing himself completely in one stroke. Mai felt as if she
had been hit by lightning. The solid invasion of her body stretched her
to the limit, but not pain. Still, it was almost enough to send her
streaking toward a cliff she would happily jump off of into oblivion.
“Again.” She tried to move, but Vencel held her in place.
“Not yet,” he panted, “wait for Gaspar.”
“You all right, Angyalom?” Gaspar whispered in her ear like a
devil on her shoulder. “You still have room for me?”
Mai shuddered, a combination of nervousness and excitement.
She wanted this more than anything. Being impaled by Vencel felt
incredible, but something was missing. She needed this, needed to
feel them both. ”Please.”
“Anything for you.” He swirled a finger around her folds, making
her body shake. He lifted his wet finger and wiped her own juices
across her lips. “Now give Vencel a kiss.”
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