Page 155 of Twisted Play

That was a lie. I’d dreamed of it, touched myself to it in the shower every goddamned morning, knew I’d never let myself have her like this.

Until tonight.

Eva straddled me, her hands on my chest. She bit her lip, and once again, her uncertainty killed me.

I reached up to cup her cheek. “You okay, malyshka?”

Her sweet smile was my reward. “So good, Sir.”

“You’re going to take me inside you now,” I instructed, my voice firm but gentle. “Your body was made for this—for pleasure, for submission, forus. Understand?”

I should have discussed limits, safe words, boundaries, like I should have a thousand times before this moment. But when she dragged her slick cunt over my cock, any thought but filling her flew out of my head.

“Eva,” I moaned.

“Sir,” she gasped and positioned herself above me.Tristan reached down to help then looked at me, a question in his eyes.

I nodded, and he moved my cock to her entrance, his fingers rough against my skin. When Eva took my crown into her, I died and went to heaven.

“That’s it, malyshka. Slowly. Feel every centimeter as I stretch you open.”

She moaned, working me into her bit by bit, her muscles shaking as she shifted her hips.

Cole spanked her ass once, twice, and she slid down, sheathing me fully in her tight cunt. God, she felt so fucking good pulsing around me, her softness straddling me.

“Look at her,” Cole growled, his fingers digging into her ass. “So desperate for cock, she needs all three of us to satisfy her. So greedy.”

“Malyshka,” I grit out, barely able to talk.

“Move, kitten,” Tristan murmured. “Show us how perfectly you can ride.”

“I—I—I—” Eva moved to incoherence by my cock could fuel a thousand future fantasies.

Eva lifted her hips and sank down again. “Oh my god,” she murmured. “Sir, it’s so good.”

“That’s it, baby girl,” I encouraged her, placing my hands on her hips and helping her find the rhythm. “Don’t close your eyes—let me see you as you take my cock. Feel how perfectly we fit. You’re doing so well, malyshka. So good for me. For us.”

Her eyes snapped open, gorgeous green and glassy with lust.

Cole positioned himself behind Eva, his hands gripping her hips possessively, but his eyes—fuck, his eyes were wide and vulnerable as they met mine over Eva’s shoulder. For a heartbeat, I saw the truth—beneath the cruel words andrough hands was a man terrified of being discarded, of not being enough. He was his father’s son, after all, no matter how hard he’d fought against it.

“Too bad we don’t have any lube,” Cole lamented, his voice steady despite the fear I’d glimpsed.

Eva continued to fuck me slowly and sweetly, and I wrenched my attention away from her for a second to gasp, “Massage oil, for my knee, on the dresser.”

A moment later, the pressure increased on my cock as a finger gently fucked her from behind.

“Look at you, taking it in both holes like the perfect little slut you are,” Cole hissed against her ear. “This gorgeous ass belongs to me. Your pussy, your mouth, your mind—all of it’s ours now. And you fucking love it.”

Eva whined, throwing her head back and arching her back. She sank down onto me and waited for a moment. A decade of kink, and this was the most erotic moment of my life—Eva on my cock, Cole exploring her ass, his fingers sliding up and down my length through the thin membrane, and Tristan moving beside the bed, offering his pierced cock to Eva.

“You’re taking us all so beautifully,” I praised, my voice strained with the effort of not coming immediately. “So perfect, malyshka.”

Tristan’s hands trembled as he guided himself to Eva’s mouth, and I realized he’d been the most controlled of us all, hiding his desperation behind gentle words and tender touches. Now that mask was gone, replaced by the same hunger consuming Cole and me.

“Your mouth is heaven, kitten,” he groaned as he fed his cock between her lips. “Perfect, so perfect. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”

Pleasure sparked at the base of my spine, and I knew I was about to come.