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Her nipples had become uncomfortably tight, and she desperately tried to maneuver her torso to find some friction.
It didn’t work. Jericho captured one of her arms and held it to the small of her back, while Dante took hold of the other and pinned her wrist to his thigh.
Pure naughtiness filled her mind and Shyla canted her neck and swiped the tip of her tongue over the exposed skin of Dante’s heavy ball sack which was right in front of her face.
God! What these men did to her. She felt light-hearted and playful in a way she wasn’t accustomed to during any kind of sexual encounter. It was deliciously freeing, and Shyla felt the need to explore it.
She nipped at Dante’s thigh, since she had little room to maneuver and was rewarded with another swat to her backside.
Shyla wasn’t really aware of Jericho moving around; her attention was elsewhere. But suddenly she stilled, her pulse beating heavily as she felt his fingers, now warm and slick, delve in between the cheeks of her ass and trail over the rim of her sensitive rosette. She held her breath, the fingers of her captured hands opening and closing, clutching at nothing. Then Dante and Lazarus were there, threading their fingers through hers. She gripped their hands tight, pressing her cheek into Dante’s thigh as a frisson of trepidation glided down her spine.
Shyla sucked small, controlled breaths in and out of her open mouth as she tried to keep her lower body relaxed. Jericho pressed his thumb against her pucker, not branching it, just exerting a gentle pressure. It felt wicked and taboo and sent a thrill of anticipation zinging through her veins, so she felt like she’d been touched by molten lava.
He rotated his thumb against the sensitive tissue and Shyla felt the pressure mounting. She felt lightheaded, then realized she’d forgotten to breathe.
Dante threaded the fingers of his free hand through her hair and pulled her head back. She raised her eyes to his at the same time as Jericho altered his touch. A moment later, Shyla felt Lazarus move his hands, with hers still clasped in his, to spread open her butt cheeks. Dante’s dark gaze speared into her, and Shyla flushed. Watching him watching her while his brother did such illicit and intimate things to her added yet another layer of wicked thrill to an already captivating scene.
Then suddenly Jericho’s probing fingers breached the tight ring of muscle. Shyla’s eyes widened and her mouth popped open in a small o. Dante’s eyes blazed intensely and without taking his eyes off hers, he wound the long length of her hair around his hand at the base of her neck then stuck the thumb of the same hand into her mouth.
Shyla sucked on it instinctively as he pushed it in and out. It took a moment for her to realize that Jericho was doing the same with her ass and Dante had just cleverly distracted her.
Jericho’s slick finger pressed deeper into her forbidden hole, lighting up nerve endings she never knew existed. Her breath might have stuttered, but that was impossible with Dante pressing his thumb down on her tongue as he mimicked his brother’s movements.
Lazarus’s fingers dug into her buttocks as he held them apart, massaging them with his fingers and reigniting the tingling from the swats he’d given her. It was a surreal feeling, with her fingers still threaded through his; like she was touching herself up.
Her voice hitched and a low groan escaped her throat as Jericho pulled most of the way out, just to press back with two fingers this time. She felt the dribble of warm liquid as he slowly, inexorably, stretched her tight ring. Somewhere in the back of her mind she registered the fact that he must have set a small dish of oil warm by the fire way ahead of time. But the thoughts were blurred by the stretch and subsequent burn as he scissored his fingers to loosen her hole.
“I’m going to use this later.” Jericho’s voice held a depth of dark promise. “I’m going to fill your ass with my cock while you ride one of my brothers.”
Shyla couldn’t help the bone deep quiver that engulfed her entire frame. She just didn’t know if it was from trepidation or excitement. Maybe a little of both.
“That’s right, little one.” Lazarus continued. “You’re going to take us all. All three of us at the same time and we’ll fill all your orifices. And when we’re done, we’re going to switch places and do it all over again and again until all of us have had you in every way possible.”
Shyla was breathing heavily now, desire throbbing torturously through every part of her body. Her nipples were tight, and her breasts ached, desperate for attention. Her stomach was doing odd little flips, and her clit was pouting and needy. She bit down on Dante’s thumb, and he flexed the fingers of his other hand, pulling at her hair and making her scalp tingle in the most delicious way.
She felt like she could come right now, just from the dirty talk. Something she never even knew she liked.
Until this moment, sex had been something mildly pleasurable but really nothing spectacular. Not even something she missed particularly in the long dry spells between boyfriends.
After this, though. Shyla didn’t think she’d ever be the same again.
These three brothers, Lazarus, Jericho, and Dante were going to ruin her for anyone else for the rest of her life.
This entire erotic dance was something that would stay with her forever.
