Page 117 of Theirs to Possess: The Marriage Claim
I tease her entrance with the tip of my cock, coating myself in her wetness.
Taking her without coming inside the heat of her perfect body will require every ounce of my restraint. But feeling her is worth my denial.
Brennan grabs a couple of pillows to prop up her head, and once she’s comfortable, he straddles her chest, bracketing her body with his powerful thighs. Then he grasps his cock in one hand and guides it to her mouth. He keeps his voice gentle, but firm as he commands, “Open up, Isla.”
She complies, parting her lips and taking him in. He lets out a low groan, his head falling back as she takes him.
Watching them shatters my remaining control. I can’t wait any longer.
Parting her thighs even wider, I stroke in, deeper and deeper until my balls are seated against her pussy. She moans around Brennan’s cock, and she arches her back.
She’s tight and hot, gripping me like a velvet glove. I need her so badly that she makes me weak.
Shoving away the thought, I focus on matching Brennan’s rhythm. Our bodies sync as we give her pleasure.
Her moans grow louder, more insistent, vibrating around Brennan’s cock. I love that she can’t speak, that she’s bound and helpless, that my collar—a sign of possession, that she’sours—circles her throat.
Brennan grits his teeth, hissing out a breath as he fights for control. I feel her tension building, her body coiling like a spring ready to snap.
“Dorian…”
“That’s it, Isla.”
“I need…”
“Take it,” I growl. “Come for us.”
Brennan reaches down to pinch her nipples again, and she bucks beneath us, her body convulsing as her orgasm rips through her.
Together, the three of us ride her climax.
I’ve never been with a woman so utterly giving and perfect.
Her beautiful, continued whimpers drive me. And her body yields to me as she takes every inch. She’s amazing.
My pace turns feral, and her second climax drives mine. Internally I’m a damn supernova. Then my vision blurs, and I almost blank out. Somehow I manage to force myself to pull out and come on her belly instead of spilling deep inside her as every primal instinct demands.
Immediately Brennan follows suit, his body trembling as he spills into her mouth. She swallows every drop, her eyes locked onto his until he eases away, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.
Isla and I remain there for a moment, our bodies entwined, our breaths ragged. I lean down, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. Eyes wide, she responds eagerly, her body arching up to meet mine.
When I pull back, Brennan is there, untying her wrists, rubbing them gently to bring back circulation. She sighs contentedly.
“Every part of you belongs to us.” When she remains quiet, I demand, “Say it.”
“Yes. Yours.”
Brennan leaves us for a minute and returns carrying a damp washcloth.
I accept it to bathe Isla’s pussy. Then I shake my head and rub my ejaculate into her stomach and upper thighs. “I want you to wear my seed on you. Feel me. Be reminded of me every moment.”
What the hell is wrong with me?I’ve never been this obsessed with any woman before. No one has mattered the way she does.
I stand, and I offer my hand to her, helping her up.
She glistens with the evidence of my possession, and I draw some of it upward, dampening her breasts and nipples with it.
For a moment, I take her in. With her mussed hair, swollen lips, impossibly high heels, and my seed drying on her perfect skin, she’s fucking glorious.
