Page 12 of Amour Fou (Deepest Desires #2)

X aden stalks towards me like a predator, looking upon my naked body as though I’m his prey.

I’m so desperate to come that the feeling of his warm mouth descending upon me is a welcome feeling.

When people began walking into the room where I lay, tied up and bare for them to see, nervous wasn’t even the correct word to use.

His tongue swipes through my folds, flicking up the moment the tip of it reaches my clit.

Sucking it into his mouth, I moan, hoisting my untied leg up and over his shoulder, not caring who’s watching, or hearing my cries of pleasure.

Xaden works me slowly, bringing me to the edge of another orgasm, moaning against my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted, sending shivers directly through every crevice of my body.

I’m gripping the fabric of the silk sheet that is now creased up beneath me, clenching so tight I lose feeling against my palms. My clit throbbing as he works me with expert precision.

Leaning back, I watch as he spreads my pussy lips open with his thumbs, spitting over my labia before diving back in to eat me like a man starved of affection.

“Please…”

“Please, what? Little One. Tell me.” Zeke’s voice hums from beside me. A torturous sound that I know he will use to halt his best friend’s assault on my core .

“Please, just… I… Holy fucking shit!” My back arches, and I release a high-pitched squeal of ecstasy. Xaden forces three fingers inside me, curling them to reach the sweet spot that drives all women wild.

Sitting up, Xaden presses his hand to my lower stomach. Pressing down with the heel of his palm he begins fingering me up and down, wet sounds gushing from my pussy are loud enough for everyone present to hear.

“Such a greedy little whore, aren’t you, Butterfly?”

“Yes, Xaden. Please,” I beg audaciously, not giving a single fuck what I sound or look like because this feels so fucking good.

“Look at you, laying there while everyone watches how desperate you are, begging for it like the greedy little whore you are.” The heavy growl of Xaden’s voice pushes me further to the edge.

My climax builds frustratingly higher, my walls closing, tightening…

strangling his fingers. I’m praying to whatever god is listening his fingers don’t leave until I’m done, but just like I expected, he stops.

I’m then flipped around so my head is hanging off the edge of the bed, looking up into Zeke’s blown-out eyes while he stands above me.

A malicious—but lust filled—look covers his face. Unzipping his black suit trousers, he lifts his swollen length out and my eyes widen.

It’s fucking huge.

I couldn’t see how big it was when Xaden was sucking him off earlier, but now… I’m scared to death that it won’t fit.

“Don’t look so scared.” He chortles. “It’ll fit.” With his balls resting on my forehead, he bounces his cock up and down on my lips. “Come on, Little One, open that big mouth of yours.”

My clit is so swollen from all the blood that is seemingly rushing there and nowhere else. I want to come so bad that the whirlwind of emotions sparking inside my body is driving me insane .

Opening my mouth, Zeke shoves three fingers to the back of my throat, and I cough straightaway at the invasion. Pulling his fingers free, he spreads the thick saliva from the back of my throat and over his cock.

“Good girl.”

Without wasting a single second, he feeds his cock to me.

Plunging it down the back of my throat and face-fucking me without restraint.

I choke, I gag, and I fluster. Thick saliva drizzles from the corners of my mouth, trailing down my cheeks and neck.

After a few seconds he pulls back, smiling manically as I cough profusely.

“Breathe through your nose, it helps.” I don’t get a chance to respond, before his cock is filling me once more.

Tracing the length of my neck with the tip of his finger, he then flicks it.

“My cock looks so good filling your beautiful throat.” The slap of his hand on my cheek initiates my pussy to clench.

“Such a good girl. Taking me like that.” Allowing me to take a few breathes, he leans forward, filling my pussy with two thick fingers.

“Yes, please…” I beg, “please, Zeke, please let me come.”

“You don’t deserve it though, do you?” Xaden chimes in.

“No… no I don’t but please, I’m sorry…” Thick pressure builds all over again in my lower stomach. I’m desperate to come, but they won’t let me.

They’re torturing me for teasing them, and I deserve it.

I might be desperate to come, but I have also never been this soaked or turned on before in my life, and as much as I’m begging, I also don’t want it to stop.

“Show me how much you want to come, and I’ll see if you deserve it.”

Letting go of his hand, I reach out, turning my head to find Xaden moving closer to me.

Using my one shaky hand, I yank the zip of his trousers down, reaching into his boxers, and with a little help, he lifts his cock for me.

Licking the entire length of my hand, I wrap it back around Xaden’s shaft and begin jerking him off.

“Both of you can fuck my throat, just please let me come.” I feel no shame asking for this. “I’ll do anything. Please just make the ache go away. ”

“Fuck me,” Xaden exclaims.

One by one they begin filling my throat, taking turns to thrust inside me a few times before swapping. My free hand being used to please the other while they wait for their turn.

“Such a filthy girl,” Xaden groans deeply. “You want both of us to fill up this hole before your cunt?” he asks pulling his length free from my mouth.

“Yes, yes… I need both of you!” I scream, tears streaming from the corners of my eyes as the pressure continues to build inside me.

“Please… I just—” My words are stuck in my throat, choking on them because my emotions are all over the place.

I can’t breathe. I can’t function. I can’t do anything. It’s too much to take any longer.

“V-vanilla,” I sob.

Both Xaden and Zeke freeze. The expressions on their face changing to panic.

“Everybody out!” Zeke bellows, stepping back. Quickly ushering everyone from the room and slamming the door shut, locking it behind him. My heart is beating through my chest so hard I fear it might break through my ribcage or even give out.

Zeke stops by the bed, taking hold of the red rope and untying it as quickly as possible. My arm and thigh fall limp to my side. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t you dare apologise, baby. You did so well, we’ll take good care of you.” Launching the rope to the other side of the room, Zeke lifts me in his arms and moves to the leather chair in the middle of the room.

Sitting down, he turns me in his lap so I’m facing out, his chest to my back. “You did so well tonight, Little One. I’m so proud of you.” His praise washes over me like a glistening sea of diamonds, my chest tightening instantly.

Xaden kneels in front of me, brushing his hand over the side of my face sweetly. “Are you ok?”

All I can do is nod.