Samantha Kane by Brothers in arms 9 -Love's Surrender Page B

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    strangled voice. “How am I to be quiet?”
    Oliver laughed against her sex. “You have to be,” he told her, his
    voice silky but with a thread of command in it. “You must be, or
    we’l stop. Do you understand?”
    She nodded. “Yes, yes,” she said panting. “I’l be good.”
    She nodded. “Yes, yes,” she said panting. “I’l be good.”
    Her reward was Nick fucking his finger into her deeply while
    Oliver sucked her again. She writhed and moaned softly,
    thrusting her hips, craving more and more and more of this
    shattering pleasure. “Inside me,” she begged desperately, hoping
    they understood what she wanted.
    “I’m going to fuck you,” Nick growled. “But I want you to come
    first. It wil be easier the first time.”
    Oliver began licking the same knot he’d been sucking—hard,
    slow licks, pressing his tongue against her. She trembled violently
    and Nick put his finger as far inside her as he could reach and
    she came. She felt the pulsing waves of her climax tighten and
    release inside her, around Nick’s finger, and as Oliver licked her
    she became so sensitive that the pleasure was almost pain. Her
    fingers dug into Nick’s thighs and she bit her lip to keep her cries inside.
    Before the waves receded, Oliver and Nick dragged her up on
    the bed and Nick crawled on top of her. He looked at Oliver,
    who lay down beside them. “Is it al right? If I’m the first?”
    “Yes,” Oliver said with a smile as he brushed Nick’s hair off his
    forehead. “Because I’m going to be a close second. And I like
    the idea of fucking into her when she’s ful of your come.”
    “Oh God,” Vanessa moaned, her hips taking on a life of their
    own as they thrust up against Nick, begging for his cock. He
    didn’t make her wait. He pressed inside her, slowly but
    forcefuly, no hesitation. She didn’t feel any pain. She knew there
    was supposed to be some, but there wasn’t. Nick grinned once
    he was seated fuly in her, his pubic hair a foreign feeling against
    the sensitive flesh of her sex. He rubbed against her and she
    moaned.
    “It didn’t hurt?” he asked. She shook her head. “Good,” Nick
    said with satisfaction. He puled back out and thrust into her
    again and the pleasure was immediate and electrifying. She
    started to cry out, but Oliver’s mouth crashed down on hers,
    swalowing her cries as Nick continued to fuck her. Vanessa’s
    hands needed purchase against the sensory assault and she
    grabbed Nick’s hip and Oliver’s shoulder and dug her nails into
    them. Their only response was a grunt from Oliver and a groan
    from Nick, both sounding more of pleasure than pain.
    Oliver broke their kiss and Vanessa gasped. “Tel me,” he urged
    her. “Tel me how he feels.”
    “I’m ful to bursting with him,” she said breathlessly. “It feels so
    strangely wonderful.” She moaned as Nick circled his hips,
    grinding his cock into her as he sucked her nipple hungrily into
    his mouth.
    “She likes it a little rough, doesn’t she?” Oliver said, and
    “She likes it a little rough, doesn’t she?” Oliver said, and
    Vanessa knew he was talking to Nick. She didn’t mind that
    tonight. Didn’t mind them discussing her like some wanton from
    the street. She felt like one. And she liked it. “I knew she
    would,” Oliver said with satisfaction. “I knew she wanted to be
    taken, not wooed with delicate lovemaking, but fucked and used
    by men who knew how to do it.”
    She came again. Nick laughed through her climax. “You’re going
    to need both of us to keep up with you, aren’t you?” he
    murmured right before he kissed her. She sucked his tongue into
    her mouth and gave him a wild, untamed kiss, fighting him for
    control of it. His thrusts lost their rhythm and became hard and
    fast and he broke the kiss to groan as he ground against her. She
    felt the jerk of his cock inside her and knew he was coming. She
    might be inexperienced, but she knew it. And she loved it.