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“Please, more,” I beg. “My whole body is on fire. I need you two. Please.”
Chapter Eight
Nora
Brix’s hand stills on my thigh as I say those words. Whining, I move my hands, placing them on his, and start to move his fingers up my thigh.
“Please,” I beg.
“Baby,” he gently says. “Are you sure?”
I lock eyes with Elijah as he looks between me and Brix. They are having a silent conversation.
“Please,” I beg once again. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you.”
“You were scared of me the first time you saw me,” Brix points out.
“’Cause I wasn’t expecting you to be in the car,” I mumble. “But I’ve been turned on so many times. I want you two. I always have. Please.”
“Put her down for a nap afterward?” Elijah looks at Brix.
“Hey!” I raise my voice. “I don’t need a nap! I just slept.”
“You’ve had a big day,” Brix reminds me.
“I don’t need a nap,” I grumble. “I just need you two.”
“We’ll see how you feel after,” Elijah says. “But if we say a nap, you’re taking one. No arguments.”
“How wet are you for us?” Brix whispers in my ear, nipping at it.
“So wet,” I whimper, trying to move my hips to gain friction. “Please.”
Before I know what’s going on, my pants, underwear, and shirt are off, and I’m lying on the couch.
“How do you feel about degradation?” Elijah asks.
“Wh-what?” I ask.
“Like our greedy little slut. Things like that.” He grips my chin when I try to look away.
“I don’t know,” I whisper. “I’ve never had someone say those things to me.”
“If you don’t like it, you tell us immediately, understand?” Brix towers over me.
I press my thighs together and nod.
“Hmm, I didn’t say you could close your legs.” Elijah cocks his head to the side. “Spread them.”
Doing as he says, I wait for them to do something,anything. I don’t want to move, and them stop and not give me any pleasure.
Elijah kneels at my side, dipping his fingers into my pussy, teasing me with the tips of them before pulling back out. I groan, closing my eyes as I try to stay still. His fingers run through my folds, coating them with my juices.
“So wet for us,” he murmurs, our eyes connecting. “Such a good girl.”
I feel myself getting more turned on with his words. Everything in me wants to beg him to plunge his fingers in me, bring me pleasure, and let me come, but I keep my mouth shut. Would they like that, or do they want me to keep quiet?
“Can you be our good little slut and keep these legs spread for us?” Elijah asks as he licks his fingers.
