Page 88 of The Slayer Seduction

Adam must sense it as his thumb reaches out, swiping against my sensitive clit.

“Don’t be so nervous. You know you can take it.”

Can I though?

“This pussy is so fucking wet.” He reminds me by rubbing his fingers over my entrance and the sloshing wetness of my release makes me shudder.

I lick my lips, taking a moment to stare at his body. I know he said he was an artist before. Are all the muscles a new part of becoming the Slayer, or were they always there? He’s so big and masculine as he towers over me and I’m completely at his whim. His brown eyes remind me of the raw honey I use for potions, and they seem even lighter now with his full focus on me. With a tight jaw that highlights his proportionate face, he looks down at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

I might be at his mercy, yet I feel so wholly powerful in this exchange. So desired and wanted in ways that I didn’t think were possible for someone like me, yet here I am being worshiped not by one man, but two.

Adam grabs the base of his length, dragging the head across my wetness as he lightly strokes himself.

My back arches off the bed as he slowly pushes himself inside me. My breath hitches, but Adam’s focus is completely glued to where our bodies meet.

His thumb continues to strum against my clit as he gives me time to adjust to him, delicately giving me his length inch by inch.

The stretch is dangerously delicious, a touch of pain with all the pleasure he’s giving me as my body adjusts to accommodate him.

He slows his movements and my breath hitches as he grabs my leg, straightening it over his shoulder, kissing the arch of my foot and ankle.

“You look perfect wrapped around me.”

He uses his fingers to spread my pussy lips and I swallow down any insecurity I have at being so exposed when he speaks.

“This is our girl’s clit, playing with it is what gives her so much pleasure,” he says, but he isn’t speaking to me, he’s fucking teaching the Slayer. “Color?”

I blink at Adam, and he arches a dark brow at me. “Color, Iris. If you don’t want us at the same time, we’d understand.”

“Green. Definitely green.”

“Look at how she stretches around my—our—cock. She feels like heaven, doesn’t she, Slayer?”

I can’t hear the Slayer’s response but Adam snickers, not a care in the world the way he has me spread apart, waiting with bated breath for him to start again.

“He thinks I’m being cruel, not making you come again right away,” Adam says, bringing me into their conversation.

“He’s right,” I say with my best pout and Adam tuts at me.

“Hmm. We can’t have that, can we? Should I give you as many orgasms as you can take?”

I nod my head enthusiastically, not having a single clue what I just got myself into.

Adam doesn’t fuck me deep, instead his cock is barely inside me as he picks up his pace on my clit, and I know I owe the Slayer big time for convincing him I needed more. My leg is resting on Adam’s shoulder as he mercilessly brings me to orgasm. This time, it feels so different with him inside me.

I feel boneless as Adam pushes deep inside me, making me dig my nails into his back as he crowds my space. His thighs spread my legs wide; my muscles tremble against his weight as he grabs my chin and presses a demanding kiss against my mouth.

“You’re so fucking greedy for it. I’m going to need another one.”

He doesn’t let me answer as he squeezes my jaw, all but forcing me to open my mouth so his tongue can sweep against mine.

My legs tremble and it feels like my pussy has its own pulse as he fucks me so deep, his pelvis grinding against my over-sensitive clit, his coarse pubic hair only adding to the friction between us.

I can’t help it as my body grips around him, holding him deep. He moans into my mouth, but doesn’t stop moving.

His one forearm is above my head, using his strength to hold himself up and the other explores my body, until he gets to my ass, squeezing and kneading the cheek, which somehow makes him go even deeper.

“It’s too much,” I rasp out, feeling myself ready to fall off that pleasurable cliff again, but this time it feels totally different, like I’m going to combust completely from overwhelming pleasure.