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‘Enough for now. There’s always tomorrow, my love.’ His words soothed me enough to focus on the sweet strokes of his tongue.
‘Let us help you forget for a little while,’ Alfie whispered, leaning in to kiss my neck, bringing a soft moan tumbling from my mouth.
I gave myself over to them, and let them wash my poisoned mind with their attention. They were like an antidote that could drag me from the darkness long enough to let me catch my breath.
Petros slid down beneath my thighs, and Alfie joined him. Strong hands spread me wide, pinning my thighs to my chest, my oversized T-shirt riding up to expose me to them. I watched with interest as they both angled themselves so that both of their mouths were just there.
I was soaked at the sight of the two men I’d come to adore, both eager to please me at once. My pleasure never felt like a means to an end with them. It was like their sole purpose in life was to bring me to earth-shattering highs.
‘Holy fuck,’ I said as both of them licked me at once, their tongues sliding and colliding over my clit. Watching them was salacious. Their mouths occasionally clashed for a wet kiss in between lathing me with their tongues. I grasped the duvet in my fists when Petros dipped lower and fucked me with his tongue while Alfie sucked my clit into his mouth. Petros knew well how to inflict devastating pleasure on me, but Alfie was almost superhuman with that damned tongue of his. The coils of pleasure that tore through me with each movement had me begging within a minute.
‘I’m going to come. Fuck, don’t stop.’
But they did.
With wickedly devious grins on their faces, they turned to each other and decadently took their time kissing.
‘You absolutely fucking monsters,’ I panted.
Alfie reached out without taking his mouth off Petros and shoved two fingers roughly inside me. ‘Fuck my hand for me like my good little slut, and we’ll give you our mouths.’
Humiliation flushed my face and the effect on me wetted his fingers. When I gave in and moved my hips, Alfie cooed a good girl from within Petros’ mouth.
Petros reached between them and circled Alfie’s hard dick, working the head of his magnificent cock. I wanted it. All of it. Their mouths, their dicks, their attention. I craved it in a way I’d never craved another person. Sex had always been a punishment or a commodity. But with them, it had become an act of worship. A holy trinity of pleasure. I could never get enough.
Alfie fingers splayed inside of me, sending jolts of pleasure into my core.
‘What do you think?’ Alfie asked Petros.
‘I think she needs more fingers.’ He slid two of his own fingers along Alfie’s, stretching me with them. The intensity made my thighs judder. Their hands slid against each other, both sets of fingers stroking me in different ways inside my pussy.
‘Oh my God,’ I moaned, falling back onto the pillow and writhing.
‘Use your hands to spread that little cunt for us, Harriet. Entice us to feast on it.’ Alfie demanded.
The degradation of spreading myself had me right at the edge. When they both dipped their heads and ate like two starving men competing for one dinner, I lost all my mental processing power.
I quaked against the bed, the most ungodly words and sounds ripping from my body like some sort of pleasure-induced exorcism. They didn’t let up when the orgasm rocked through me, my thighs trying to close but stuck splayed by the two male bodies between them.
They didn’t let up.
Not when the second orgasm washed over me.
Nor when Petros came over my pussy while Alfie licked every drop off.
Not until I’d come so much, I couldn’t even talk.
FORTY-TWO
ALFIE
A light breeze made the leaves dance around me.
The scent of summer was heavy in the air, the sweet, perfumey smell of heather, and the piney fragrance of the surrounding woods.
Laughter filled the air, and I looked back towards Rosenhall. An idyllic picture unfolded before me that I’d never truly associated with my home. Grieves was teaching one of the McGowan tots to use a golf club to putt a ball into a cup, her thrilled giggles like birdsong on the air.
Mac lay back on a sun-lounger, Katie curled up between his thighs reading a book. Logan and Valentina walked the tree line, their bodies close. I wondered if they reminisced about their time here, with him hunting her through my woods. Ewen manned the barbecue, arguing with Alec and Cam about the best way to incinerate the sausages. Maeve and Esther sat with Harriet, all drinking cocktails and chatting easily. Even Maeve’s growing teens were there, cutting open buns and spreading them with butter.
