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M aggie reached down to touch herself without thought.

Ian grabbed her hand and drew it up over her head. Then he did the same to her other hand. “Keep them there. Move them again and you’ll be punished.”

“But she might like that,” Jack said with a grin after pulling his fingers free of his mouth.

Maggie shook her head even as she pressed her legs together.

“No. Keep your legs apart,” Ian commanded, tapping the side of her thigh.

She parted them, hoping that someone might touch her clit.

Please let them touch her.

“Fuck, she tastes good.”

“Let me taste,” Ian said. He reached over and ran his fingers through her slick lips. Slowly, he pushed two fingers deep inside her.

It was too much. Maggie thrust her hips, wanting some friction. For him to make her come.

“Such a naughty girl.” Jack shook his head as though he were disappointed, but she saw the way his eyes danced. “I can see we’re going to have to restrain her.”

“You’re right, Jack. It’s the only way to get her to behave.”

“We don’t have any ties, so we’ll have to make do.”

Ian removed his fingers, and before she had time to form a protest, Jack grabbed her legs and pushed them back against her chest. He had his arm across her thighs, holding her lower half still as Ian thrust his fingers into her pussy again.

Her ass and pussy were completely exposed and in this position, his fingers felt so huge inside her.

And she loved it.

“Please, please,” she begged.

He pushed his fingers slowly in and out of her pussy.

Small cries escaped her. She was so desperate for more.

“It seems we’ve found a cure for that sassy mouth,” Ian said.

“Yep, our girl loves a good finger fucking.”

Oh my God.

Their girl?

A finger fucking?

Since when did Jack have such a dirty mouth? Well, she guessed there had been hints.

Another cry escaped. She was so close to coming just from having Ian’s fingers in her pussy. Usually she needed some clit stimulation to find release.

Then Ian slowly slid his fingers free.

“Nooo,” she groaned.

“You’re right, Jack. She tastes fucking delicious.”

God. What were they doing to her? Her whole body was tense and in need. Trembling.

“Please, please,” she begged.

“Shh, baby girl. You’re all right. We’re going to take care of you.” Jack lowered her legs back into their previous place before he cupped her pussy firmly. The heat of his hand seemed to calm her enough that she could take a deep breath and think.

“I’ve got to see these breasts,” Ian murmured, reaching behind her neck to undo the halter. Then he lowered the bikini top. Her nipples were hard. Aching.

Ian leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly.

She cried out as Jack joined him. He moved between her legs, his stomach brushing against her bare pussy as he sucked on her other nipple.

Ian lightly pinched down on her nipple with his free hand before soothing it with his tongue.

Heck.

It was too much. Maggie shook her head back and forth, wishing she could move her hands.

“Please. Please.”

Jack slid down her stomach, placing kisses on her skin until he reached her pussy.

She couldn’t take being teased anymore. Her skin felt like it was too tight. She needed to come.

“Shh, Little girl. Jack will take care of you. You’re all right,” Ian soothed as Jack ran his tongue along her slit.

He ran the flat of his tongue over her clit and she nearly came off the table.

More. More.

Ian placed his arm over her lower stomach, holding her still, and kept sucking on her nipples as Jack ate her out.

And boy . . . the man had talent. He used his tongue to torture her clit while pressing two fingers deep inside her.

“Let me know when he finds that spot, Little girl,” Ian told her.

Spot? What did he mean? Jack kept moving his fingers around, until suddenly, she clenched down around him.

There!

“There it is,” Jack murmured. “So beautiful. Don’t worry I have you. I have you.”

“You’re doing so well,” Ian told her. “But you need to come for us. I want to hear you scream, understand? Scream when you come, Little girl.”

Jack returned his tongue to her clit as he worked his fingers over that spot inside her until she was coming so hard that she swore she almost passed out. A scream erupted from her as her entire body tensed, then shook with the force of her pleasure.

She heaved in breath after breath as she came down. She relaxed back against the table, barely aware of their words of praise, the way Ian lightly ran his fingers over her cheek and down across her chest.

Or how Jack lightly lapped at her pussy as though he was cleaning her up.

When her brain finally came back on board, she realized how loudly she’d just screamed. What if someone had heard her? What if her uncle had come home and found them like this?

“Uh-uh, you aren’t allowed to start thinking if you’re going to get all tense,” Ian said. “Stop that.”

“I can’t believe we just did that. And outside.”

“You sound so scandalized, baby,” Jack said, amusement in his voice. “This is nothing. Wait until I fuck you while there are people just feet away who might catch us . . . discover us . . .”

“You wouldn’t,” she whispered.

“Wouldn’t I? Ian might even finger your ass at the same time.”

Her breath hitched.

“You like that idea?” Ian asked as he helped her sit up. “You like the thought of me playing with your ass.”

Yes. She nodded.

“I bet she’s thinking about that right now. Or how it would feel to have your dick in her pussy and mine in her ass.” Jack wove the picture together in her mind.

Holy. Crap.

Did they know what they were doing to her?

“We’d have to come up with a way to gag her if we were in public. Our girl is noisy when she comes,” Ian said.

“Demanding.” Jack grinned. “Shall we practice gagging you, baby?”

What . . . what did that mean?

Jack lifted her up against his chest and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist.

“Have you had anal sex before, baby?” Jack asked as he carried her over to the sun lounger.

“No,” she whispered.

“But you like the idea?” Ian asked as he followed them.

“Yes.”

Jack smiled. It was a wicked, hungry smile.

“Now?” she asked as he sat her down on the lounger.

“No, Little girl,” Ian told her. “We’d need to prep you first.”

“That’s the best part.” Jack winked at her. “Getting to play with your little asshole. Stretching it with my fingers and plugs. I wouldn’t deny myself that part.”

Holy. Moly.

She wondered whether they had time for that before she had to leave, but she pushed that thought aside.

She wasn’t ruining this with her worrying.

Ooh, maybe that should go on a T-shirt.

Don’t ruin sex with worrying.

Lord. Some of these things were total gold. She was going to make a fortune.

“We’ve lost her again,” Jack said.

“Might be time for some more punishment.”

“No, no!” she cried. “I’m here. I’m listening. Please, no more punishment.” She gave them both a pouting look.

Ian ran his finger over her mouth. “I think someone believes she has us wrapped around her little finger, Jack.”

“Well, while you’re wrapped around her little finger, I want her fingers wrapped around my dick.”

Both Maggie and Ian groaned.

“That was terrible,” Maggie told Jack.

“Will you think it’s so terrible when I’m making you come on my cock, baby?” he murmured, pushing his shorts down to reveal a thick, long cock.

Heck.

How could he be so gorgeous? He wasn’t as wide or tall as Ian, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t ripped.

She moved onto her knees on the sun lounger, grasping his hips so she could run her tongue over his abs.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “You want my cock, don’t you?”

God, did she ever. She moved her mouth lower, sucking the tip into her mouth.

“Fuck, I have no interest in your dick, man, but even I think that’s hot,” Ian said as he sat behind her.

She felt him nudge her thighs apart. As soon as she’d parted them as wide as she could on the padded sun lounger, he drove his fingers back into her pussy.

Maggie groaned. It felt so good, and yet it wasn’t really enough. She needed to be filled to feel them taking her. Owning her.

“Poor Maggie, I think she needs us, Jack.”

“I bet her pussy is so needy,” Jack said.

“It is. Come see.”

Jack slid out of her mouth and she put her hands on the sun lounger, breathing deeply. She wanted his dick back in her mouth. Craved it.

But then Ian was in front of her. They’d changed positions. Maybe she should have felt strange. Two men taking her.

However, she didn’t feel like she was being used. No, every so often one of them would touch her soothingly, with reverence.

She felt worshipped.

Almost as though he could hear her thoughts, Ian grasped hold of her chin and ran a finger down her cheek. “Precious. You all right, Little girl?”

“Yes, Ian.” She longed to call him Daddy. But she couldn’t take that next step. She ignored the fact that she’d called him that the other day.

That had been a mistake.

Even if it didn’t feel like that.

“Good. I’m going to fuck your mouth and Jack is going to take your tight pussy. You okay with that?”

Did they really have to ask? Couldn’t they tell?

Again . . . they’re not mind readers.

“Yes. Please. Please.”

“Fuck yes,” Jack groaned.

“What about protection, Little girl?” Ian asked. “We’re all clean. We haven’t been with anyone since we were last checked.”

“I . . . same,” she said. “I had tests before I came here.”

“Good. Birth control?” Ian asked.

“I have an implant.”

“So we can take her bare. Now that that’s all out of the way, it’s time you sat on my dick,” Jack said.

“And people say I have no social skills,” Ian muttered.

She grinned up at him as she felt Jack sit behind her and grab her hips. Then he was lowering her backward to sit on his cock.

Oh hell.

He was so wide that it was a stretch. Ian eyed her carefully. She reached up for him, tugging at his boxers. They were still slightly damp and clinging to him so she could see every inch of his dick.

And she wanted it.

“You want my cock too, Little girl?” he asked, pulling off his boxers.

“Yes, please.”

If anything, he looked longer than Jack. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him.

“Fuck, this needy pussy is sucking me in,” Jack said as Ian took hold of his dick, lazily running his hand up and down it. “Why didn’t you tell us how much you needed us? Poor baby was suffering.”

She wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or her pussy.

She was probably better off not knowing.