Page 3 of Brutal Queen

“Look at his face, hummingbird. He’s ravenous for you.” Sinclair’s nose dusts its way up the slope of my neck and his words tease across the shell of my ear. “He’s going to devour you.”

I’m panting now. I can’t help the swell of my chest as I draw in deeper and deeper breaths. Benedict’s eyes are hooded, but I can see the eager glint of his emerald irises as they feast on me. Scanning every inch of my body, chasing shivers of anticipation across my curves. My nipples stiffen, and my clit throbs in response, desperate for more.

His gaze is blatant and carnal and promises me everything I need: that for every moment I surrender to them, I’ll be worshipped.

Benny drops to all fours before lowering to his elbows and then sliding his arms under my thighs, gripping me tightly and pulling my hips to him. Their arms make me feel like I’m wrapped in vines—bound between them. It soothes me, smothers and dampens every fear that threatens to invade my consciousness and leaves me drifting into a state of mind where I know I’m safe and protected.

“Close your eyes, Aurora. Let us give you what you need and take everything that’s ours.”

I feel the moment my body surrenders to them. Mybreathing calms, and I sink into Sinclair’s warmth as Benny’s lips press against my inner thigh.

“Such an obedient little fucktoy for us,” comes a murmur of praise at my back. “Drop your hands to your side, hummingbird.”

Sin releases his grip, and I comply immediately.

His fingers begin their exploration, touching me everywhere and nowhere. Teasing, running tantalising trails down my arms, across my hips, up my ribcage, and then skipping my aching breasts only to stroke along my neck and rub my shoulders. It feels so good, but it's not enough.

And while Sinclair’s delicate touch ignites me, Benedict’s tongue has finished its trail up my thigh. “Please. Please give me more. I need more,” I beg shamelessly.

I can’t stop my hips from their wanton rocking, seeking out what I know is coming.

“Tell us what you want,mia reginetta.”

“I need your touch. I need your tongue. I need everything you’ll give me.”

“Everything?” comes a voice from the other side of the room. That’s when I notice Nico has returned and is watching Benny and Sinclair play. I’m on display for my men, at their mercy and loving every second of the attention they're lavishing on me. “You heard the lady… give her everything.”

Sinclair’s hands are first. One cups my breast and rolls my nipple as it draws to a tight bud. His gentle ministrations send a jolt straight to my pussy a second before his other hand finds my clit and his fingers start moving in tiny circles, matching pace with how he’s teasing my nipples. I’ve given up anticipating all the ways Sin can bring me pleasure. There’s no point chasing my orgasm. I’ll get it when it’s given to me. However many times he wants to give it to me.

Benny’s hot breath dances at my entrance making my core clench in anticipation. “You’re dripping for us, Aurora.”

Sinclair’s fingers stop their torture for what can only be a few seconds, but it feels like a lifetime. Just when I’m about to beg him for more he thrusts two fingers into my eager pussy and even with my eyes still closed, I can hear how wet I am and feel how easily he parts my folds. His strokes are thorough and practised making my toes curl and my back arch. He knows exactly how to flex and move his fingers to pull mewls of desperation from me.

I cry out when he pulls his fingers from my aching channel, leaving me feeling empty, bringing them to rest on my lips.

“Open wide, Aurora.”

As I open, he presses them into my mouth.

“Lick them clean.”

My lips seal around them and I suck, savouring the flavour of me branded on his skin. Sinclair eases them out slowly and drops his hand to my slick pussy, dipping three digits in this time before returning them to my now aching clit. The second he touches me again, Benedict’s tongue thrusts into me making me curve my hips, rolling them in time with his ravenous mouth.

The things that man can do with his mouth should be illegal. His tongue is hot, and impossibly long, reaching places biology would insist are not possible. He flexes and my walls flutter around him, desperate to feel every part of the muscle stroking my core.

Sinclair and Benedict work in tandem, playing me like a stringed instrument, building tension which will lead to an inevitable crescendo. Their tempo increases as they coax a flurry of melodic cries from me. I’m barrelling towards my end and there is nostopping it now.

“Open your eyes, hummingbird. Watch yourself come on his face.”

My eyes fly open and snap to Benedict’s. His penetrating gaze is intense and raw, leaving me feeling exposed. Benny’s grip under my hips and around my thighs tightens, stopping me from riding his mouth like I want to. A sharp sting bites my skin as Sinclair slaps my breast.

“He’s earned every drop of your orgasm. Come for us. Let go and flood his tongue, baby girl,” he purrs in a sinfully deep tone.

I clench and release against Benny’s merciless tongue, while Sin continues to strum out a rhythm on my clit that has me letting go of all control, coming hard. The warmth of my release surges through me while Benny’s morning stubble scrapes against my thigh as he laps at my soaking core. I’d say watching him devour me was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, if that bar wasn’t raised on a daily basis by these men.

“Such a good fucking girl for us, Aurora,” Sin growls, moving his hands to my hips and lovingly stroking along the tops of my thighs. I bask in the warmth of his praise and sink deep into a state of orgasm-induced bliss. “So perfect.”

“Come here, Aurora,” Benny commands. My eyelids flutter as I struggle against the weight of my lashes to open my eyes. Despite feeling like I’ve lost all control of my limbs, his command stirs my body into action and I scramble to my knees, eager to please him. The gravel of his voice is mesmerising and at this moment I am entirely at his mercy.

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