Page 36 of Ride Me

His voice was guttural. “You’ve never been taken this way. We have to go slow. You need to be prepared.”

She smiled into eyes that were momentarily hazel. “If you go too slow, I may kill you. I know you’d never hurt me. Either one of you.” She repeated his words back to him. “Don’t think. Just feel.”

The golden glow returned and his eyes narrowed. “No more outs, cher. Unlike your boyfriend, I won’t hold back. It’s not in my nature.”

She knew. God help her, she knew.

Ben’s fist tightened on her hair and she turned back toward his approving expression, bending down to take him in her mouth once more, breathing deeply to calm her racing heart.

Allegra’s senses were on overload. The taste of honey rum and Ben filled her mouth. The feeling of Rousseau behind her, his massive erection sliding between the cheeks of her ass, the lube he’d applied there coating him as well.

He spread her cheeks apart with his hot hands, the fat head of his cock stretching her in a way that made her cry out in surprised pleasure. Despite his warning, he took his time. Rocking against her inch by devastatingly impossible inch.

“Oh God.” The pressure was intense, but so was her arousal.

She hadn’t expected it to feel so intimate or put her emotions in such turmoil. She wanted to pull away and push closer. She wanted to cry, to beg him to speed up, to take her hard and fast.

“Sweet Allegra. Warrior queen. Open for me. Take everything.” One hand gripped her hip, while the other slid up her spine to hold her shoulder, pulling her back toward him. Allegra cried out again around Ben’s shaft, feeling impaled as Rousseau filled her completely. She wasn’t the warrior he thought she was. She wasn’t sure she could take much more.

“You are, cher. And you can take everything, but it still won’t be enough.” His rough rasp scraped over her flesh, the need in his voice twisting her heart. And then she couldn’t think, could only feel as he began to pump his hips against her.

“Tight,” he hissed. “I bet your pussy is just as tight and hot, isn’t it, cher? Such a little thing to be sending us to our knees.”

Her body felt stretched out, her nerves strung tight. Light burst behind her eyes at the painful, addictive ache. Shallow thrusts grew to deep, powering drives inside her, his bruising grip the only thing keeping her grounded.

“You can’t hide from us tonight, Allegra,” he said, his jaw tight. “We can both sense everything you’re feeling, and you love that. You want more. Harder.” He groaned. “Yes, you can touch yourself. I know how much you’re hurting.”

She sucked Ben’s cock deeper into her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her throat, his moan mingling with hers.

Ben’s free hand reached down to pluck at her nipples, squeezing the sensitive tips hard, exactly the way she wanted him to. She slipped her fingers between her thighs, thrusting two inside her snug sex, feeling Rousseau’s cock on the other side of the thin barrier. She pressed against it.

“Mercy, please, you mustn’t—”

“Yeah, Legs. Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Ben’s cry of passion mixed with Rousseau’s agonized plea, both sounding like white noise to Allegra as lightning struck her body again. She sensed the energy arc between the three of them, as though she were a conduit of pure, unadulterated bliss.

He’d ruined her. A lifetime of ordinary no longer appealed. Not after that. Not when she finally knew what passion was.

Rousseau’s hands burned into her flesh as he caressed her with silent praise. He began to pull out of her just as Ben pulled her head away from his cock, his own fist pumping once, then twice before he came in his hand. “Fuck, I needed that.”

Allegra could only blink as Ben disappeared with a shocked shout.

What the hell?

She spun around, her body still shaking from her earthshattering climax, in time to see Bone Daddy holding Ben up by his throat, his feet dangling in the air. She shook her head, trying to focus. No one was that strong.

No human.

“Stop. Jesus, Rousseau, I can’t breathe!” Ben choked out his surprise, but nothing swayed the angry Loa.

“She does not belong to you. She will never belong to you. Not her mouth, not her pussy. You don’t touch her again. Your price has been paid.”

It didn’t sound human, that voice. A moment’s fear shimmered up Allegra’s spine, but she pushed it away because she didn’t have time to panic. Not when Ben was turning purple.

“Stop this right now.” She crawled off the bed and put a restraining hand on one of Rousseau’s bulging biceps.

“He was thinking—”

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