Page 79 of Stolen

Another moan broke from me as his meaning sank in. He was going to fuck my ass, thrusting every inch of his huge cock inside me while I rode Laurent’s dick. The last time we’d done this, we did it the other way around. Laurent’s dick was plenty big, but Varick’s was enormous. I wasn’t sure I could take him.

Laurent deepened our kiss, tangling his tongue with mine. He guided my head back so it rested on Varick’s shoulder. Varick tugged my chemise until it slipped to the floor. His callused fingers brushed my waist, sending my drawers to the same fate, and then I was nude between them except for my stockings.

Behind my closed lids, I imagined what I looked like, my smaller body flanked by their larger, more powerful frames. Laurent’s erection brushed my stomach, and Varick’s nudged between my cheeks, reminding me where he intended to put it.

A whimper escaped me, and Laurent ended our kiss. “Shhh, princess,” he whispered in his raspy voice that wore away at my defenses. His long, elegant fingers stroked over my breast, and then he cupped one globe in his hand, his rings winking at the bottom edge of my vision.

They kissed and stroked me, their lips skimming every inch of skin they could reach. My cheeks grew hot, and the heat swept down my body, tightening my nipples and pooling between my legs.

Two sets of masculine growls vibrated against my front and back. Laurent pulled away slightly and roved an admiring gaze from my aching breasts to my trembling thighs. Slowly, deliberately, he skimmed a fingertip down my stomach and pushed between my soaked folds, making me gasp loudly. He gathered moisture and lifted his hand to Varick’s mouth over my shoulder.

“Our princess gets so wet, General.”

Varick’s beard brushed my neck as he sucked my juices from Laurent’s fingers. When Laurent tried to pull away, Varick caught Laurent’s fingers in his teeth.

Laurent’s eyes gleamed as he waited for Varick to release him. When Varick did, Laurent leaned in and whispered in my opposite ear. “I hope you’re prepared to be a very good girl.” His hand moved between our bodies, and his thumb delved between my sodden folds again. He rubbed around my clit, making me jerk and cry out. My breasts bumped his chest, and my ass bumped Varick’s dick. There was nowhere to go. I was trapped between their heat.

Gaze locked with mine, Laurent played with my clit. His fingers between my legs were loud in the hushed room, and I blushed furiously as smacking sounds reached my ears.

“More,” Varick murmured, and Laurent fed him more of my juices.

“Gods,” I whispered, sagging against Varick. He cupped my breasts from behind, kneading gently and flicking his thumbs over my nipples.

Laurent returned his thumb to my clit. “Spread your legs,” he said softly. When I obeyed, he reached down and pulled my lips apart. Cool air teased my pussy, and embarrassment flooded me.

“Laurent,” I choked, squirming.

“Let him,” Varick said gruffly in my ear, accompanying the order with sharp pinches on my nipples.

I cried out, my hips surging forward. Varick pinched my nipples and Laurent pinched my lips—four tight points of contact that made my clit pulse hard. Distantly, I wondered if it was possible to come like this. No contact on my clit, just their fingers driving me wild.

Laurent went to his knees. He grasped my hips and buried his face in my pussy, his tongue delving between my splayed legs and flicking rapidly over my clit.

A cry ripped from me. I stumbled back hard. My knees gave out, but Varick had me, and he slung an arm around my waist as he continued playing with my breasts. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he breathed in my ear. “I love watching you come.”

His hot breath on my ear. His warm hand on my breast. Laurent’s hot, relentless tongue working my clit. All these things combined to send me flying into a powerful orgasm. I shuddered and cried out, my hips thrusting wantonly.

Laurent tightened his grip, holding me still while he licked and sucked my pussy. His dark head bobbed a bit as he alternated between long strokes and rapid-fire flicks that left me sobbing and rolling my head against Varick’s shoulder.

At last, I grew too sensitive, and I pushed at Laurent’s dark head, trying to shove him away.

He stood, his mouth smeared with my desire. Varick gripped him behind the neck and hauled him close, and they kissed passionately over my shoulder. The knowledge that Varick tasted me on Laurent’s lips threatened to send me hurtling into another orgasm.

Varick wrenched his mouth from Laurent’s, hoisted me up, and carried me to the bed. He tossed me down none too gently and pushed my legs apart. “I want more.”

It was the only warning I got. He climbed onto the bed, his big dick slapping his thigh, and plunged his mouth to my sex.

The first swipe of his tongue had me lifting my hips and crying out. But he was cruel, licking me everywhere but my clit. As my orgasm ebbed and I grew greedy for another, he denied me, stabbing his tongue into my opening with deep strokes instead of giving me what I wanted. When I tried to shift into a better position, he pinned my thighs flat and continued his torture.

“Varick!” I cried, frustration thick in my voice. I looked around for Laurent and found him standing off to the side of the bed, his silver eyes glittering as he stroked his dick.

He raised a brow. “I told you to be good.”

“I am!” I curled my spine and clawed at Varick’s shoulders, but it was useless. A vampire of the warrior class couldn’t be deterred by someone my size. I probably could have driven nails into his flesh and he would have kept right on fucking his tongue into me.

Laurent chuckled.

A wicked idea took root in my mind. “Come over here,” I ordered.

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