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I nod, that fog. That fog is still so thick it's-
"Oomph!"
"There's my gorgeous wife." Dexterous fingers push into me from behind while something, someone else licks at me.
Kisses.
Sweet, soft kisses, and a strong, thick tongue swipe at my clit and I need...
Those same, wide-set fingers withdraw from me and start to play with my ass, and I can't help but move with them.
A soft chuckle in my ear. "Look at my perfect wife, already so willing for me to destroy her tight little hole. Even in her sleep."
I groan again, trying my best to swim to shore. To swim away from the fog, to find the source of the warmth, the longing... their love.
"Let me move her leg, I need to be inside."
Electricity.
Sparks erupt in the darkness, and my fingers grasp what is supposed to be sand, but it's not. It's hot, smooth, muscular flesh beneath my fingertips. My nails dig, fighting to hold on, clawing deeper, away from the tendrils of the icy water still lapping at my feet.
"Savage!"
"That's right, baby girl. Open those pretty eyes. Find me, baby. Be with me."
"Maksim?"
"I'm here, Duchess," he rasps in my ear from behind me, and though I want to kick off the blankets, I also want to hide between them. I want to bury myself and lose myself to every sensation that isn't…that. That isn't him.
"I want this," I whisper, and it turns into a lingering moan. Because for once, I'm finally telling the truth. For once, I am notdrowning in self-hatred, and though the backs of my eyes burn- "I... want... this."
"What do you want, baby?" I snap my eyes open, and I find one eye so cool and one so warm, Parker's nose against mine, lips so close to mine he's but a breadth air away from a kiss.His grip on my hip is bruising, harsh and so possessive. Like he’ll never let me go. “You gotta tell me what you need, baby girl. And don’t lie.”
"More," I moan when he thrusts deeper, my thigh hiked over his hip. I reach behind me and pull my husband to me. His bare chest is against my back, and I burn. My skin is searing, but God, I want to melt for him. He pulls away but for a moment, a soft click, in the dimly lit room, and soon his slick, lube-coated fingers are deftly playing with my back entrance.
I groan when he penetrates my ass with one finger, deliciously stretching me. I clutch the nape of his neck as Savage finds my nipple with his mouth and latches onto me. The pressure is so fucking perfect, every nerve-ending of mine is being lit when he adds a second, and then a third finger, fucking me in tune with Parker's thrusts.
“Pretty, pretty girl,” he breathes against my flesh.
"I want to come," I whine, my hips undulating to meet my bodyguard, down on his up.More, more, more.“Please let me come.”
"Not yet, little wife. Breathe," Maks removes his fingers, and I whimper at the loss of him. He replaces his fingers by nudging the large crown of his cock along my asshole. Parker stops thrusting. Small words of praise leave his decadent lips, each one causing goosebumps to rise along my already pearled nipple.
"Be a good girl for your husband, baby. Take his dick in your ass, and I'll fuck this pretty pussy of yours, okay?"
Nodding, I whisper-moan "Yes, please."
"Please what, wife?" Maksim barely thrusts, letting me get used to his size.It’s so fucking good.
"Please fuck my ass," I pant through the fervor as they begin to work in tandem, stretching me, edging me into nothing but a senseless doll at their ungiving mercy.
"Just a little more... such a good fucking girl," Maksim breathes, and shivers erupt everywhere, my impending orgasm teetering me closer and closer to the edge. The stretch hurts, but it feels too fucking good. They're both so big, each slow thrust is taking me through different euphoric stages.
I can’t take it.
More, more, more.
I want to fall.