Page 84 of Ravage

My back arches off the bed as the orgasm rushes back to the surface, whimpering when he pulls away again.

Over and over, he controls every attempt my body makes to release the pressure growing between my legs. Each time he pulls away from between my legs, he ghosts his lips over the rest of my body. Keeping me on the edge but denying the pleasure I so desperately crave.

"So. Fucking. Perfect," he whispers in my ear, his finger tracing a circle around my nipple.

"Please... Please let me come," I beg, panting.

"Not yet."

A frustrated groan escapes me as he starts again. Knowing that this won't be the time he lets me tumble over the edge into bliss, I try to concentrate on my breathing. Try to keep my thighs from clamping tight around his head and holding him there.

On and on it goes. And no matter how much I beg, he just keeps bringing me to the edge, only to deny me once again.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, he finally picks up the pace with his hand and sucks my clit harder.

The orgasm that has been denied screams upward, and all I can do is scream right along with it as it rockets through me. Even if I could see, I'm sure that my vision would disappear with the intensity as wave after wave of almost painful pleasure rolls through me. My ears ring as my head rolls from side to side, my body trembling as a long, low moan escapes my parted lips.

Cam keeps his fingers inside me, giving my pussy something to clamp onto. He must be hovering over me again, as his lips are at my ear, telling me how fucking amazing I look like this. How much he loves me. How much he can't wait to fuck me.

Slowly, my heart rate returns to something close to normal as a hand gently caresses my body. The fingers inside me slip out, sliding down a fraction and circling the tight, puckered hole.

While I am absolutely loving every moment of what he's doingto me, I still don't quite see how this is all going to show me just how fine he is about me sleeping with the others.

I open my mouth to ask just that, when lips are pressed to mine.

Lips that donotbelong to Cam. Because those lips are ghosting kisses around my belly button. These new lips feel alarmingly familiar.

I gasp, trying to work out what is going on.

"Annika?" I murmur.

A feminine hum vibrates against my skin as those perfect, soft lips continue to brush against mine.

Remembering that I promised to consent to everything that happened once the blindfold came down, I kiss her back, getting lost in it while Cam continues kissing his way around my bellybutton, his hands stroking my sides.

And just when I relax into the attention of both of them...

A third mouth sucks my nipple between its lips.

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HIS FINGERS ARE MAGIC, AREN'T THEY?

CAM

Imogen gaspsagain when Sebastian sucks her nipple into his mouth. From where I'm positioned between her legs, I've got the perfect view as Annika and Sebastian descend upon Imogen. I’d let them in once I’d sent Imogen into the bedroom, after Sebastian had messaged to say they had arrived.

While I’ve been edging the shit out of my blindfolded girlfriend, Sebastian has been standing behind Annika, his fingers buried in her pussy while they both watched us. When Imogen had come, her screams had drowned out Annika’s moans as she came too, her gasps muffled by Sebastian’s hand over her mouth.

Annika has already shed her clothes, wearing only a small black G-string that barely covers her pussy. She is breathtaking, and if I wasn't already hard from edging Imogen for so long, the sight of that delicious curvy body would have done it. Sebastian is shirtless like me, his jeans sitting low on his hips now that he's removed his belt. I'm equally as turned on by him as the two women in front of me, and he chuckles a little when he notices my eyes on him.

I have to force myself not to get too distracted from my ownmovements, fighting the urge to stop and watch as the two of them work together to make her moan. Annika kisses her way down Imogen's neck as Sebastian strokes my girlfriend's hair while he continues to suck on her breast.

"Sebastian?" Imogen whimpers, as the dark-haired man runs his tongue over her skin.

He raises his head to look at her face. "Yes, Miss Delphine."

I can see how much both he and Annika care about Imogen and am confident that this plan is going to work. For all of us.

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