Page 150 of The Betrothal

“Oh, God.” I felt the heat building and my body clenching down on him, his grip tightened and he pushed deeply into me, rocking his hips – I felt wetness surging between my legs.

My cries met the heavy panting of the men and I whimpered when Ben slipped from me. A surge of our juices sliding down my legs while he collapsed beside me on the bedding.

I took him in, naked, his hand working down his still hard length, he cupped my breast and began teasing my nipples.

“Oh my God,” I moaned.

Alex stood, Seb slipping into his abandoned place on the sofa, his dick in hand, impossibly hard.

“Same rules apply, Killer. Open up for me.” He dragged my lower lip down with his thumb, slipping it inside where I sucked on it eagerly.

He snatched his thumb away looking like a man possessed and guided me to his dick. Grinning devilishly, he caressed my face then slammed into my mouth. I gripped his thighs as he started a punishing pace, fucking my mouth furiously and taking his pleasure.

I choked and gasped, when Alex hammered into my centre.

My gasps turned to a scream, tingling heat crawling over my body while they fucked me. Seb alternating between thrusting in and out and holding me down onto him, his dick kicking in my throat as he groaned desperately.

Alex had no preamble, one hand holding my hips in place and the other locked over my shoulder. I had no room to move; there was no back and forth between these two. I was pinned between them, each of them driving into me, taking what they wanted.

Alex dropped a hand between my legs, his fingers pressing down harshly onto my clit.

“Fuck, she’s strangling me. You’re so hot. So tight, Isabelle,” he panted. “I’m going to brand you with my come.”

I shuddered, gasping for breath, my eyes streaming.

“You might have your concerns, Isabelle, but make no mistake. You belong to us.” His fingers circled once and my body seized, another orgasm hitting me like a train, Ben’s grip on my breast becoming harsher, my nipple rolled roughly.

Alex bottomed out, the pulsing of his cock overwhelming on the sensitive walls of my core. I groaned, the sound garbled when Seb released me.

Tears still streamed down my face, as I gasped and shuddered. Seb caught them, smiling.

“You’re so beautiful, Killer.”

I moaned deliriously, the echoes of my third orgasm still rolling over my sweat-covered skin.

“Are you ready for me?” Seb growled.

Whimpering I nodded, licking the tip of his crown but he chuckled. “You need something to suck on?”

I looked up at him through tear-dampened lashes.

“Alex, Ben?” Seb deferred to them.

Alex’s laugh echoed around the room and he took up his seat back on the sofa, Ben rising to his knees beside me.

“You’re kidding?” I rasped.

“Is that a no?” Alex dragged his hand across his face, looking wrecked and ravenous.

Ben was rolling his fingertips over my body, dipping them between my legs, the skin now so sensitive. He took my chin in his hand, lifting me to face him. His cheeks were flushed, his cock level with my mouth, but he didn’t sink into me, he dipped his wet fingers into my mouth.

I sucked on them instinctively and his nostrils flared at the action.

“How do we taste?” Alex asked as Ben withdrew his fingers.

I blushed. “Incredible.”

“Excellent, would you like some more?” Ben turned me to Alex and guided me onto his dick and I surged with new arousal at the gravel in his voice.