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er G-string.
“Lay back,” Michael told her. “Arms over your head.”
“This isn’t exactly fair,” she claimed. “I want to be able to touch you. Both of you.”
“You will,” Sam vowed. “When we’re ready for that.”
She gazed at his cock, then Michael’s, and said, “You look plenty ready to me.”
“Maybe a little too ready,” Michael confessed. “You are damn good at getting us both worked up.”
“And we want you to come again before we fuck you,” Sam said. He leaned toward her, kissed her, then added, “We want to make sure you’re ready for us.”
“Michael told you how wet I am. Feel free to check for yourself.” Her tone was flirty but held the tinge of the desperate need she had for them.
Sam said, “I intend to get you wetter. Now lay back.”
As she did their bidding, Sam climbed onto the bed on one side of her. Michael did the same on the other.
Scarlet momentarily feared cardiac arrest.
She’d told them she could handle this, but could she really? They were both so gorgeous. So skilled at getting her off—and so perfect when they did it together.
Michael kissed her. His hand glided over her skin and he caressed her breast. Sam palmed the other one and his tongue flicked against the taut peak. The internal fire they ignited burned brighter than the flames in the hearth.
Sam drew her nipple into his mouth while his fingers skated along her belly and to her sex. He stroked her dewy folds, making her writhe on the bed. Then he rubbed her clit in a slow, circular motion.
Michael’s mouth left hers and instead lowered to her chest. He tended to her other nipple and Scarlet thought she’d go half out of her mind at the dual suctioning that alternated with the flittering of their tongues. She’d never experienced anything quite so intense on that particular erogenous zone.
While they lavished her breasts with affection and Sam hastened the tempo between her legs, Michael thrust two fingers into her pussy and pumped with force, pushing the air from her lungs.
Her legs were spread wide and she planted her feet on the bed, providing leverage so she could raise her hips. They undulated in rhythm to the men’s ministrations.
With her arms still above her head Scarlet was able to grip the ledge of the mattress, and she held on as her body moved and wriggled of its own accord, seeking the pleasure Michael and Sam so willingly gave her.
She wanted more. So much more.
And they knew it.
They didn’t let up on her breasts, and her nipples were insanely hard and throbbing. Michael withdrew his fingers from her and eased a long one into her anus at the same time two of Sam’s fingers filled her pussy and the heel of his hand rubbed her clit.
“Oh, God!” she cried. “Oh, fuck!”
The climax loomed, the sensations mounting.
Her men stroked faster, plunged deeper, sucked harder.
Scarlet’s eyelids closed. Her hips rolled. Her breaths came on choppy moans.
“So fucking wet,” Michael said again, his warm breath blowing against her nipple. Her cream oozed from her pussy to her cleft and coated his finger as he thrust into her. “Come again. Come for us.” His mouth was on her breast once more. Pushing her to that beautiful precipice.
Scarlet’s nails dug into the bedding and mattress she fisted. From her fingers above her head straight down to her toes, everything pulled tight inside and out, her muscles straining, her core clenching.
A breath later the sensations burst wide open.
“Michael! Sam!” she said on a sob. “Oh, Christ!”
She came harder than ever before.
