Page 93 of Finders Reapers

Fletcher's tongue circled my clit, never quite touching, slowly rolling over the hard nub in a concentrated rhythm. I tilted my hips, conscious that I was rubbing myself on Fletcher’s face.

From the sound he made, deep in the back of his throat, like a hungry wolf, I guessed that he was as turned on as I was—though I was significantly closer to coming.

My head threw back as he added a finger, dipping only the tip inside, before slowly easing it in until the knuckle.

I glanced over at Jamal again; his hand was on his cock, slowly rubbing from root to tip with a twist as he watched Fletcher feast on me.

Fletcher’s finger pumped inside me, slowly and in time with the teasing brush of his tongue.

“I’m going to come,” I breathed, my naked chest heaving as Fletcher added another finger. I felt the stretch. He continued the same rhythm, and I was a falling star. My orgasm was right there; all I had to do was reach for it.

I heard my moans as if I was far away. The gasps and the concentrated sensation—the man between my legs and the debaucherous sound of his fingers fucking my wet pussy, as he licked the bundle of nerves above my entrance.

“Fletcher,” I gasped. My eyes flew to his, hazy with arousal. The moment our eyes met, I came hard. A guttural roar that I did not recognize escaped my throat.

Like a piece of paper fluttering on the wind, I came back to earth as Fletcher sat back with his lips shiny and curled into a self-satisfied grin. I couldn’t help but return his smile, and he held my gaze as he crawled forward—up my body until his face hovered over mine.

I tilted my head and met his lips, kissing him, tasting myself. It felt so naughty that I couldn’t help the rush of arousal that ran through me as I was turned back up to eleven and ready for more.

Fletcher rolled off to the side until his back hit the mattress. I couldn’t help but notice that he was as hard as a rock, long and curved, with a thicket of chestnut hair at the base.

I licked my lips.

Jamal sat down on the bed, his hand still on his cock as he slowly stroked from root to tip.

“You like to watch?” I asked as I sat up.

His eyes sparkled with mischief. “I like to watchyou.”

Fletcher seemed to understand where my thoughts had headed because his hand reached out and cupped my breast, and he brushed his thumb over my nipple. My eyelids fluttered closed at the sensation. Fletcher leaned in and brushed my hair to the side.

“I want to watch you sit on his fat cock.” Fletcher told me.

I groaned and squirmed. My eyes flicked down to Jamal’s member.

“I want you to sink that pussy down until you’re so full you can’t breathe, so full you don’t think you could handle anymore—andthenI’ll fuck your ass. I’ll show you how it feels to be pinned andused.”

Jamal must have caught the tail end of Fletcher’s filthy whispers because he reached forward and ran his hand up my thigh slowly, cupping my pussy.. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, love?”

My cheeks flushed, and my mind was lost in a cloud of lust as I nodded.

As if I had fired a starting pistol, Jamal gripped my hips and lifted me until I was straddling him.

My chest brushed his, and my hard nipples rubbed as I squirmed, feeling the press of his hard cock against my thigh.

Jamal took my mouth, his tongue sliding over mine as his hands brushed down the small of my back and down the globes of my ass.

Instead of forcing me down on his cock, he gripped himself and began to rub his member the length of me, bypassing my entrance as he parted my lips. Teasing. I felt as his cock grew wet and spread that wetness to my clitoris, easing the glide.

I dipped down, feeling the friction, but Jamal didn’t line up and slide inside. He used his cock to rub against my clit until I was rocking and moaning like a cat in heat.

Fletcher came up behind me, and he gripped my waist and began to pepper my shoulders with kisses. I felt exactly what he had said about being pinned. Fletcher and Jamal were larger than me, and I was a conduit for pleasure between them.

My back arched as I jolted in pleasure, and Jamal used the moment to slide inside my core. All the way to the hilt. He didn’t waste any time, as he began to thrust with slow, careful movements, leaving only the tip inside before sinking deep again.

Fletcher must have grabbed some sort of lube because I felt the warm drizzle of something over the curve of my ass and then down the crack. Fletcher urged my body forward as Jamal continued fucking me from below. Fletcher parted my asscheeks and eased a wet finger over my hole—brushing, barely a touch, over my back entrance.

It felt so illicit and taboo that I couldn’t help but meet Jamal’s thrusts. Desperate to feel precisely what Fletcher had described.