Page 60 of Bliss & Her Idols

Cricket whines, high and desperate.

He’s close to coming already. I love how sensitive he is.

Is it because of his heat disorder?

I tremble with desire as well.

I want what Jin has described in such seductive detail so fucking much.

“Yes,” I hiss. “My Beta.”

I wonder if I’ve gone too far, until Jin shudders and rests his forehead against mine.

“Truly, yours? You’re claiming me as your family, right?” He whispers.

“If you choose us,” I reply, firmly.

“Didn’t my kiss answer that? Looks like I need practice.” He slips his hand into Cricket’s. “I choose both my Omegas.”

“Right answer.” I take Jin by surprise, pushing him to his knees.

Since he’s holding onto Cricket’s hand, Cricket kneels next to him.

Euphoria rushes through me to be staring down at these two gorgeous men, lit only by the strip of light underneath the door.

“Only a minute left.” I rest my hand on both the men’s silky heads. “You better be quick, Ice Beauty. Work hard.”

Jin looks up at me through his long eyelashes. “Yes, my Queen.”

I pull my long, leather skirt up, rucking it at my waist.

Jin drags down my panties, taking thebe quickcommand seriously.

“This is my first time too,” Cricket mutters to Jin.

Jin squeezes Cricket’s hand. “Then I’m honored to share this moment with you. Friends should share, right? Let’s both tongue her together. We can learn at the same time. I love that you’ll be tasting the same as I am throughout the concert.”

Cricket blushes. “Me too.”

Me too, I almost add.

But this moment between them is precious.

My knees almost buckle, when I feel them both lick my pussy at the same time.

Shit, that’s amazing.

I’ve had many more experienced tongues lick up and down my pussy, working like they are between my folds and over my clit, but never two at once.

The way that their tongues tangle, passing over each other, before the two men pause to frantically kiss each other, is the hottest thing that I’ve experienced.

And I’ve been rutted, knotted, and pretty much experiencedeverythingin the last decade.

Or at least, I thought that I had.

The tenderness of two men who are deeply in love, however, even if they haven’t admitted it to each other, working on their first pussy because I am the woman who is the missing puzzle piece for them, is like nothing else.

It’s a depth of connection that transcends simple pleasure.

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