Page 14 of Sharing Her Heart

Her fingers clutched Nathan’s arms, desperate for control as lightning bolts of lust shot through her. When John’s fingers slipped between her slick folds, she gasped, her breath hitching as his thumb grazed her swollen clit. The sensation was electric, his fingers easily sliding along her wetness as he began circling her clit, teasingly slow, while his other arm wrapped around her waist to hold her steady.

She was drowning in heat, her body overwhelmed by the overwhelming sexual tension building inside her. Her grip on Nathan tightened, and she squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure pulsed through her.

“No, baby,” Nathan whispered. “Open your eyes for me. I want to see the pleasure as he touches you. I want to watch you come from his hands.”

Felicity forced her eyes open, gasping as John’s fingers slid inside her, moving with a practiced stroke that had her hips twisting uncontrollably. Her mouth opened, a soundless moan of need escaping her lips before Nathan’s mouth captured hers, his tongue delving into her, demanding more.

She responded with a hunger she hadn’t realized was possible, taking everything he offered. The taste of him overwhelmed her senses, sending heat flooding through her body—her nipples hardened, her cunt throbbed, and she was lost in him.

"Good girl," Nathan rasped as he pulled back, his eyes burning into her as John’s fingers spread her open, plunging deep inside her.

Felicity let out a sharp cry of near-orgasmic bliss, her body trembling uncontrollably as John worked her. His fingers thrust in and out with relentless rhythm, her pussy slick and pulsing with need.

“John…” Her hands gripped the sheets, her control slipping away. She needed him—desperately, wildly—craving him inside her, hard and fast, driving her to the brink of madness.

"I can't wait to feel that tight little pussy again," Nathan growled, his voice a low, primal rumble that sent her body quivering with need. "Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come on his fingers."

Nathan’s voice was like an anchor, grounding her even as John’s fingers worked their magic, driving her higher and higher. His thumb teased her clit, stroking the swollen bud as his fingers thrust deep inside her. Felicity’s entire body was taut, ready to snap as the coil of tension in her womb tightened unbearably.

“John, I can’t take it…” Her voice was hoarse, her hips grinding against his fingers as they plunged into her, pushing her ever closer to release.

“Take it,” Nathan commanded, his voice thick and demanding. “Come for me, Felicity. Let me feel you explode.”

John’s fingers worked with ruthless precision, and Felicity’s body trembled uncontrollably as pleasure finally overtook her, shattering her as she screamed, her pussy clenching and pulsing in release.

The unmistakable sounds of heated passion filled the room—the wet slap of his fingers thrusting inside her, her breathless moans breaking from her chest, and his seductive words spurring her toward a climax that approached like a tidal wave. Her back arched as she felt the end rushing upon her. Sparks of electricity tingled over her skin, radiating through her womb and searing her core with an intensity that exploded in a flash of rapturous sensation. Her entire body convulsed, her walls gripping him tightly, forcing him to groan as he struggled to keep thrusting through her orgasm. The waves of her release wracked her body as she rode the relentless drive of his fingers deep within her.

“Hell yeah,” John groaned, pulling her close as she trembled in his arms. “That’s it, baby. So good. Come on my fingers like a good girl.”

As the final tremors of ecstasy rippled through her, both men lay beside Felicity, sandwiching her between them. They took turns kissing her, their tongues gently pushing into her mouth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. Felicity instinctively reached down to reciprocate, her fingers moving toward Nathan’s cock, but he intercepted her hand before she could touch him.

“Not tonight, baby girl,” he whispered softly, guiding her hand above her head and holding it there. “Tonight, we take care of you.”

“That’s right,” John added, his smooth voice sending a shiver through her, reigniting the fire of arousal within her. “We just want to make you feel good.”

“You already did,” she reminded them with a playful smile. “Twice.”

“That was just the beginning,” Nathan promised, his hand slipping between her legs, cupping her still-soaked folds. “Tonight, we’re going to make you come until there’s nothing left.”

“How—" Her gasp cut off her question as his thumb found her swollen clit, rubbing over it with expert precision. At the same time, John leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue teased its way into her mouth, making her dizzy with desire.

“Tonight, you’re ours,” Nathan growled as John deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in her hair while their lips met in a sensual, heated embrace.

Felicity’s body responded instantly, her lips closing hungrily around John’s tongue as her swollen breasts pressed against his firm chest. A warmth rushed through her, intoxicating her senses, and she could barely hold back the cry rising in her throat as John’s lips trailed down to her neck and then lower, grazing the tender swell of her breasts. Simultaneously, Nathan’s hand teased her core, his fingers working magic over her most sensitive spot.

“Don’t tease me, John,” she pleaded, her body arching toward his mouth, aching for the feel of his lips on her hardened nipple.

“Patience,” John murmured, his voice thick with lust. “We decide what happens to your body. You want to be a good girl for us, don’t you?”

She nodded, too lost in sensation to even think clearly. She just wanted the overwhelming tension to be released.

“Say it,” Nathan demanded, his voice rough with desire. “Tell us you’re going to be a good girl.”

“I’m going to be a good girl,” she gasped, her legs trembling as John’s mouth finally closed over her nipple, sending shock waves of pleasure through her. The warmth of his tongue, teasing and avoiding the sensitive peak, had her mind reeling. Her hands tangled in his hair, desperate for more.

Which was worse—the teasing or the moment when he finally took her nipple into his mouth? She didn’t know, but she was desperate for the answer.

Before she could voice her plea, his lips closed over the hardened tip, sucking it into his mouth and igniting a riot of nerve endings. Her nipples throbbed as waves of pleasure surged from her chest down to her core. John’s tongue flicked against her nipple, and the growl of approval vibrating in his throat only spurred her on. She pressed closer, trying to sink deeper into his mouth, her nails biting into his shoulders as his tongue lashed her sensitive flesh. The intensity of his suction combined with his tongue’s strokes sent a cry tearing from her lips.

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