Page 36 of Veiled Vengeance

I cross my ankles and lean back slightly to rest my weight on my hands. I’m trying to come off cool when I’m still a panting, needy mess inside. “Well, you caught me. Took you long enough. Now what? Was that all talk, Asher?” My voice comes out a bit breathy, but the challenge is still there.

“Don’t poke the devil, Baby. You have three right in front of you, and they all like to play.”

Feeling confident I lean forward and give a final push. “Prove it, big guy.”

He grabs me around my calves and quite literally yanks me off the shelf but catches me with an arm under my ass and another around my back so we’re chest to chest, my legs around his middle. I hook my ankles together to glue myself to him.

“You know exactly how big I am. But now I’ll let you feel it in a whole new way.”

His promise makes my panties flood, and my need reaches a new level. I grind my pussy along his abs in an attempt to get some friction where I need it.

He denies me relief by flipping me around and setting me on my feet right in front of Rio.

“My turn,” Rio growls, then grabs me roughly and brings his mouth to mine. He wastes no time, taking everything I’m offering to him.

He drags me close, as if he’s trying to cement our bodies together so we never have to part. He won’t have to work too hard; I don’t want to leave them either.

His hands slap and grip my ass, then move up to my back and find their way beneath my shirt.

Pulling away from my mouth slightly, he demands, “Quitarte la blusa ahora.”Take off your shirt, now.

I cross my arms and reach down, grabbing the hem of my plain black shirt. Then, I slowly drag my hands up while keeping eye contact with Rio.

“Serás mi muerte,” he pants at the sight of the first sliver of skin revealed on my stomach.You’ll be the death of me.

Zane seems to have an issue with my teasing because he steps up behind me, plastering his front to my back so I’m sandwiched between him and Rio, and removes my shirt for me.

“If you’d have gone any slower, I might have died with Rio. And you’d miss our cocks too much,” he says in my ear as his breath kisses my skin.

He brings his hands around to my front and begins to undo my jeans. My pussy is weeping for them.

“Now, who’s the one going to slow?” I tease and rub my ass against his already hard cock.

“Hear that, Rio? Our girl doesn’t want slow.”

“Then don’t give her slow,” Asher grunts out.

His command springs Zane and Rio into action. Rio rids me of my jeans and shoes while Zane unhooks my bra. Zane’s hands immediately cup my breasts, and his fingers roll my nipples. I arch into his hands, searching for more. More pleasure. More touch. More everything.

I see Rio and Zane make eye contact, and Zane gives him a nod. Proving they can read each other’s minds, Zane lifts my breasts in offering to Rio as Rio brings his mouth to my right breast and bites. But as he bites, his hand snakes in between our bodies and goes right for my clit. I scream out in pain and pleasure. His bite and touch bring both—I yearn for both. He continues to rub my clit and tease my breasts with his mouth, and I grind into his hand.

Rio is a multitasker and deserves an award for it. I feel his hand leave my wanting pussy, then reach past me for Zane. As Rio alternates biting my breasts, sucking my nipples, flicking them with his skilled tongue, and then biting again, he undoes Zane’s pants and reaches in. I feel his hand move behind me, up and down Zane’s cock, and Zane thrusts into Rio’s hand.

“Feel how wet our girl is? Feel her cum on my hand? I barely touched her greedy cunt, and my hand is soaked,” Rio breathes to Zane, then goes back to teasing my breasts.

Zane moans and says, “Fuck yes. So goddamn wet for us.”

Wanting to give more to Rio, I reach for his cock as well, but he pushes my hand away. He pulls off my nipple with a pop and says to me, “I’m already harder than steel, mi amor. If you get your perfect hands around my dick, I won’t last for the plans we have for you.”

I grind my pussy against his jeans so I can feel his cock. I need to feel him. I need to feel them all. I need it now.

“Then show me. I need to feel your cocks inside me,” I say on a whimper.

At my plea, Zane and Rio rapidly strip off their clothes and I admire their bodies—Rio’s tattoo-covered tan skin and Zane’s ivory-smooth skin. They both have sculpted abs that don’t seem real, and that V that makes all women lose their minds, and their panties.

I turn to Zane and trail my finger down his happy trail and lower to my knees.

“You’re supposed to fuck my throat, right? You still want that?” I look up at him as I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to stroke.

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