Page 55 of Three Irish Kings

Absolute euphoria. It’s like I can do anything, making her come.

“Fuck.” Dare ruts against her thigh, sitting up to impatiently remove his shirt.

Now Cillian is the only one who’s fully clothed, and I wonder if he’ll even participate when he surprises me.

“Can I have a taste?”

I blink at him, then smirk down at Isla. “What do you think?”

“Please,” she gasps. “Please, somebody fuck me.”

Dare chuckles softly. “In due time.”

Isla’s mouth opens, her tongue swiping her lips wantonly, and it sends an ache right through my cock.

Dare’s tenting his sweats while Cillian looks determined more than anything else.

“Baby needs something in her mouth,” Dare murmurs, and she nods eagerly, looking up at him.

“Turn around,” Cillian orders. “All fours on the bed, in front of Dare.”

I stand, and Isla scrambles up, presenting herself to me and Cillian.

Her sex glistens and precum leaks from my tip.

I want her so bad it physically hurts at this point, but I want her to get off a half dozen times before I claim her.

I might have suggested this because we needed a release, but it’s more important that we take care of her. The thought of getting her off is enough to get me leaking even more.

I’ve never been a selfish lover, but for some reason it feels especially important to give Isla unimaginable pleasure.

“Jesus, look at you,” Cillian mutters. “So wet for us.”

She groans, spreading her thighs further, and Cillian doesn’t waste time, taking my place and licking along her slit as Dare braces his back against the headboard.

Cillian goes at her like she’s a four-course meal, kissing along her lower lips before latching onto her clit.

When he shoves two fingers in, she nearly yelps, rocking back against his fingers.

I know she’s already coming again when she moans and puts her hands on Dare’s waistband.

I walk around the bed so I can see her face, watch her as she shoves Dare’s sweats down and frees his giant cock.

Don’t get me wrong, I knew he was well-endowed from locker rooms, but this is ridiculous.

I’m not lacking in that department myself, but Jesus.

She takes him halfway, her eyes watering, and I can’t stop from unbuttoning my pants, freeing my cock, and pumping it with my fist as I look down at her.

Isla moans, looking hungrily at me for a moment before turning back to Dare, who is turning a shade of red I didn’t know naturally occurred.

“Oh, fuck,a ghrá,just like that. You can take more. I know you can.”

She gags, and Dare draws in a ragged breath.

She does look pretty with her mouth full, her hazel eyes overflowing with tears from the gagging.

Dare thrusts up into her mouth, forcing more of himself down her throat, and she moans around him, the sound muffled among the lewd sounds of Cillian finger-fucking her senseless.