The fact that it does seem to please him—the two of them—is the single most important thing in my world at this moment.
“Does it feel good, knowing you have my fingers right out in the open?” A thick finger glides over my clit.
My lips part on a silent moan, a shakily exhale gusts a stream of white in front of me.
“Look at how very pretty that mouth is,” Henri says to Reid. “I bet she would look oh so gorgeous sucking you. Now that would be a sleigh ride to remember. That would give road head a whole different twist… sled head?”
Reid grunts something inaudible, sounding turned on. All I can do is pant as Henri continues his slow assault on my throbbing clit.
“Would you let me do more than this? What if I bounce you in my lap? Sit you on my cock, and no one would know how tightly you grip me.” He tempts me into thinking of possibilities I’d never have dared to before. “You’re squeezing those delicious thighs together. I bet you’d be so snug around me, taking everything. I wouldn’t even have to move, would I? You’d probably get off just knowing how naughty you were being.”
“Jesus. Henri.” Reid coughs and briefly transfers the reins to one hand in order to adjust himself.
“Oh, but of course. You have your cowboy to put on a show for. If only he couldhearhow wet you are. This sweet little cunt is oh, so very drenched, baby. I think our girl likes the idea of being a little reckless.”
“Holy fuck.” I gasp. The way he taunts with those sinful words and equally naughty circles of his fingers trapped beneath my tights, leaves me disoriented.
“You really have the prettiest pussy. She likes being stroked and played with. She deserves so much attention. She’s so very soft and ready to be given more.”
I grip both their thighs for purchase. If there was a magical button to have me forgetting myself and doing as he asks, that’s the spot he’s homed in on, right there.
“Mmm. The way you’re already so swollen. Is that the thought of me or him inside you this morning that has you so tightly wound? His fat cock spilling inside you? I bet he’s still leaking out of you. Even after cleaning you up, your cowboy made sure you were still going to be full of him all day, didn’t he?”
I whimper softly, and he keeps on teasing.
“Or did he fuck you again when I wasn’t looking?” His voice drops into a more seductive tone, at the same time as he shoves his hand lower, seeking out my entrance.
Blood pounds in my ears. My clit has a heartbeat of its own.
“Ohhh… I see how it is.” From the corner of my eye, I notice him stealing a look at Reid.
“You woulda done the same thing in my position,” he grumbles.
Henri lets out a low whistle. “Naughty fucking girl. I turn my back and offer to make us all coffee, but now I know what took you so long in the bathroom drying your hair after all. He stuffed you full of his cock and left you slick with his cum, didn’t he?”
His fingers dip inside me, confirming everything he just said is true.
“Henri…” I’m going to pass out, he’s spinning me into such a frenzy. The two of them do. It’s like I’ve gone years of my life without needing regular sex, and now they’ve opened the floodgates and I’m insatiable.
“Did he take one look at that cute little toy in your ass and feed you every inch?”
That was exactly what happened. Reid walked in just as I was bending over to pull a bra and sweater out of my bag. The next minute, my palms and bare tits were pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window, with his cock buried so deep inside my pussy I could almost feel him in the back of my throat. Nothing but his heavy masculine grunts and my whimpers set against a backdrop of mountains draped in deep snow. A quick, hard fuck against the glass, with my skirt shoved up around my waist.
Hot. As. Hell.
Henri presses me farther than I thought possible, digging into my fantasies and teasing them to the surface as effortlessly as his command over my body. “Did our boy do the job properly?Did he make sure to leave every drop deep inside? Did he breed you like the perfect little temptation you are?”
Everything turns to static, white noise fills my ears, and I clamp down on his fingers. As my hand fumbles to find his, I curl my desperate grip around his wrist, locking him in place.
I hump his hand and lose my ever-loving mind.
“That’s it. There she is. You sound so beautiful when you come. Let go for us. There’s no one who can hear you, be as loud as you like.”
The noises coming out of me are borderline obscene. He just floored the gas and blew past the speed limit. A voice inside my head chants that I want them to use me like that, I’m desperate to agree, to outright beg for exactly that.
Breeding.
One word unspools my hold on reason.
