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“That’s it, baby. Give me one more.” I hiss through my jaw clamped tight. “One.”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “More.”
Reid’s hand slips between us. He strums her clit with firm circles, as my hips stutter. I’m so damn close and need her to get there. But he knows, he knows exactly what we both need, and in the gentle way he does, he coaxes her to detonate on a silent cry. Her flushed mouth hangs open, and her head tilts back to expose that slender neck I want to mark the fuck up.
My cock drives home, she sucks me in, and grips me harder than ever with each spasm around my length. A raw grunt bursts out of me, as heat flashes straight down my spine. All that tension explodes, and I’m left sucking in lungfuls of air like I’ve just had to play twenty minutes of brutal overtime. Cum rockets out of me, with intense throbbing pulses, and I’m pretty sure I go blank for a moment.
When I come to my senses, Mia’s mouth is latched onto the front of my throat. She sucks and laps and moans into my overheated skin. It’s all I can do to sink forward, to seal my mouth against Reid’s and kiss him like my life depends on it. With Mia carefully squeezed in the middle of us, I remember to keep some of my bulk braced so I don’t flatten her completely.
Cum slicks between us, dripping down to coat my balls, and I don’t really stop to think whether it’s too much or too possessive—immediately swiping it up while remaining buried inside her pussy. I bring my fingers first to Reid’s mouth, then do it again, this time to push past Mia’s plump lips.
Something settles inside me at the sight of her blissed out and sucking on my fingers, all while wrapped in Reid’s strong arms.
This just works and fits, and it seems unreal that we’ve only known each other for what? A day, maybe forty-eight hours at the most? It feels like some sort of fever dream I never want to wake from.
“Well… holy fuck.” Reid clears his throat. “That was…”
“Amazing.” Mia pops me from her mouth and finishes for him in a sexy little purr.
I don’t have words. Probably because I’m still returning to my body, but I nod and swallow, before wetting my lips.
“I think it’s already past midnight.” Reid strokes a hot palm up my nape, dragging his fingers through my hair. His way of checking in with me, of telling me he’smorethan okay.
Reluctantly, I pull out of her velvety soft, wet heaven. And undoubtedly right now, I don’t have a grasp on what language I’m speaking. The words just come out as smooth as the finest silk. “Fuck.Nous voulons te garder pour toujours, notre jolie fille.”
“What does that mean?” Mia’s still lingering in a dreamy state, cuddling into Reid as we disentangle our limbs, and I heave myself off to fall against the pillows beside her.
Reid arches a knowing eyebrow in my direction. I brush it off. “It means…You need to get some sleep, then we can fuck all over again.”
That makes her laugh freely. Whether she believes me or not is irrelevant. Right at this moment, in this bed, things couldn’t be more perfect.
“Now that we’ve done presents, should we have our midnight Christmas feast?” Reid reaches over and nudges me with one foot. His rich, well-satiated chuckle fills the room.
“Are we allowed to eat in bed?” Our girl asks, hopefulness in her voice.
Sounds like the best fucking idea ever.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Mmm. I love it when my gifts wake up already wet and horny.” Henri’s raspy tone curls like smoke at the edges of my awareness.
I’m hovering somewhere between dreamland and waking, with pooling heat surging through my veins.
“You taste even better on Christmas. So very, very sweet.” This time, his voice is deep and sensual, a velvety hit of praise, and oh my god, this man is between my thighs. His lips wrap around my clit, and his tongue flicks to tease the swollen bud, setting off the blazing sparks waiting, primed to shoot through my limbs. As my orgasm cascades through me like a waterfall, Henri continues eating me out as I’m still in the process of waking up.
“Holy fuck.” I moan and writhe against his tongue, riding out the intensity of my climax with eyes squeezed shut. It’s only then that I realize my fingers are already entangled in his hair, clinging tight while I was still sleeping.
No wonder I was having the filthiest of dreams about these two men. One where they were in the bed beside me, Henri fucking Reid slow and deep, and I was able to lie back while watching every thrust, every groan, every flex of their muscles.
“Are you sore?” he asks, voice husky. The scratch of his mustache drags over my inner thigh as he places a kiss there.
Biting my lip, I hold him in that spot and let out a soft moan when he starts sucking on my skin. I’ll readily wear as many bruises and marks from these two men as possible. I can’t deny that seeing hickies covering my thighs is a kink I didn’t know I had until now.
My back arches with that added pressure of his mouth suctioning the tender flesh just below my pussy.
Am I sore? I definitely am. I can’t deny that my body is feeling the effects of so much sex in such a short space of time. But thatyesdrifting through my mind melts away faster than snow in spring, liquifying into insignificance at the hunger reflected in his eyes.
I shake my head. “Not enough to stop whatever you had planned on doing next.”
Henri hits me with a look that is liable to steal my soul. He proceeds to kiss his way up my hip, my stomach, my breasts, dragging that slutty mustache of his over every inch of my skin.
