Page 59 of Peyton's Price

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathed, reaching out to part her pussy lips with his fingers.

She strained forward, arching up as he stroked and explored. Peyton’s nipples stiffened in response, inviting him to touch. He cupped one breast, leaving the other for Matthias.

Both of their hands on her was sensory overload, but then Liam dipped his head, determined to taste her.

His dark hair brushed the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, and she gasped. “No, no. I don’t want you to do that.”

It had been different with Matthias. Not knowing him as well had helped her get over her embarrassment, but this was different. This wasLiam.

His mouth didn’t move. Instead, his tongue snaked out, licking her from top to bottom. Peyton whimpered and writhed, but she couldn’t move under Matthias’ restraining hold. “Just relax, baby. I promise you’ll enjoy this.”

By the time he finished the sentence, Peyton could barely process words. She was moaning aloud as Liam licked and probed, using his hands and mouth in a plundering invasion.

Peyton whimpered as her pussy began to heat and swell. She lost all sense of time and space as he lathed her clit, tasting her intimate flesh until she was seething and rocking, almost grinding into his face. Long minutes passed. Shameless in her abandon, she gloried in his every caress as the waves built, one upon the other until she was pulsing down there. Aching and swollen, she felt the warning stirrings of an approaching climax.

Liam must have sensed the change. He increased his tempo, but it wasn’t until Matthias whispered in her ear, cupping and kneading her breast, that she arched, convulsing in a splintering orgasm as he pinched her nipples.

Liam didn’t give her a chance to recover before he moved up her body. Bracing himself with his hands, he shifted between her legs, his thickly muscled thighs coming to rest between her still-spread legs. She felt him against her, thick and hard, and then he was pushing against her.

The burn wasn’t unexpected, but the intensity took her breath away.

“Easy,” Matthias said as she heaved, her chest pumping up and down a bit too fast.

“Are you okay, Peyton?” Liam’s voice was strained. The muscles in his arms shook as he held himself, the effort to go slow and gentle taking a clear toll.

“I’m okay.Don’t stop.” She had waited too long for this for Liam’s innate chivalry and concern for her to stand in the way.

Peyton couldn’t move much, but when Liam held himself still, she pushed her heels against the mattress, pumping up and down a little without meaning to. It stung, but the slippery hard heat was too compelling. She wanted more.

“Peyton,” Liam groaned. He flexed his hips, and his hard length pushed in another inch.

It was his turn to gasp. “Shit, how are you this tight?”

“Virgin,” Matthias reminded him.

Liam swore, muttering something unintelligible as he inched forward, sliding home with a loud groan. Peyton’s mouth gaped as her body tried in vain to adjust. The sense of fullness was indescribable.

“Let go of my arms,” Peyton begged. Matthias obliged with a murmur, but she didn’t let go of him. Waiting until she had wrapped her arms around Liam’s neck as he buried his face in her neck, she grabbed Matthias’ hand. Both men’s breath was hot against her skin.

She was too warm. Being covered by Liam was like being wrapped in a blanket stuffed with hot coals, but she reveled in his heat and the rough satin of his skin too much to let him go.

Liam took her mouth again, his tongue imitating the movement of his hips. Each time he surged, she had to bite back a gasp. It hurt, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure.

Her body slowly adapted to the foreign invasion. Peyton flexed her inner muscles experimentally, squeezing his hard cock inside her. Her rhythm wasn’t quite right at first, but he guided with little murmurs and a hand on her hip. Soon she was moving in concert with him, taking his entire length and squeezing around him at the right time.

Recognizing the signs of another orgasm, Peyton clutched at Matthias’ hands for support as Liam drove deeper, his hips slapping against hers as he took her hard and fast. All too soon, those little flutters became spasms as she let go, surrendering her will and body in an intense climax.

“Oh hell.” Peyton arched and whimpered. Her vision blurred, darkening as rapture burned through her.

Liam groaned aloud when she went hot and slick around him. He swore again, his hips pistoling hard before he shouted. Inside her, his cock swelled and contracted as he emptied his heat, pouring his seed into her. He collapsed on her. This time, the tears did come. They broke past the barrier of her lids, sliding down her cheek as she shuddered in the aftermath.

Liam took several minutes to recover, but then Matthias nudged him, and he raised his head.

The way Liam looked at her made her heart contract, but it was over too soon. He rolled off her, stretching out on the bed next to them with a rumbling sigh that almost rattled her bones.

His eyes were drifting shut when Matthias moved, adjusting her until she was lying high against his chest. And then she felt something else.

“Oh fuck,” she squeaked as Matthias flexed his hips, driving his hard cock into her from behind. Peyton’s arms flung out. She was splayed against him, impaled on his cock.

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