Night Is Darkest Jayne Rylon (bookreader .TXT) 📖

“I told you to stay still.” This time the pinch on her nipple came harder.

Lacey cried out. Pleasure, not pain, caused her reaction.

“Kiss her, Ty.” The bed shook as her dark-haired lover rose gracefully to his knees. His hard-on nudged her breasts before he hunched over to infuse her mouth with the scent and taste of her passion. The strokes of his tongue on hers incited a riot of need. She felt empty and abandoned. She needed someone buried inside her. Soon.

“Enough.”

Tyler braced his palms on the wall above their heads as he panted, catching his breath after their profound kiss.

“Now, is there something you want to tell me, doll?” His tone dared her to ask for what she needed.

“Please, Mason. I’m close. I need you to fuck me.” Desire obliterated her inhibitions, allowing her to beg.

“Shit, yes.” With one hand he struggled to shove his underwear low enough to free his cock. When he fought to pull the fabric over the huge bulge prohibiting their descent, Tyler bent to assist him but Mason ripped the seams of his boxer briefs before his friend could reach them.

His cock bounced against her pussy and she screamed for him. “Please!”

“First, I want to taste you. Or have you forgotten my wishes so soon?”

Suddenly, Lacey knew exactly what he intended. She arched her neck until their mouths joined. He groaned and bit her lip before sucking hard on her tongue. After securing her submission, he presented her with his cock. His hand guided the thick shaft into place while he continued to ingest her flavor.

With a shift of his hips, the head notched into her pussy. Consistent with their builds, he seemed much thicker than Tyler if not quite as long. Though he thrust his hips in a shallow arc, his cock got stuck just inside her channel.

He broke the contact of their mouths long enough to growl. “Doll, you’re so fucking tight.”

Ty sank from his position to kneel in the V of their thighs. He wrapped his hands over her hips, lifting her a fraction of an inch before impaling her once more on Mason’s erection. When he made only slight progress, he groaned and dipped his head. He resumed his oral exploration of her clit, sucking and nibbling gently until the additional secretions, and gravity, coaxed more of Mason’s cock to slide inside her.

She cried out as the intrusion stretched the walls of her pussy, inspiring delicious sensations tinged with pain. Beneath her, Mason groaned when the motions of Ty’s chin tortured him in turn. Though she felt his muscles quivering beneath her, he caved in to instinct and thrust his hips just as her grip relaxed slightly, burying himself to the hilt.

All three of them froze.

Lacey panted into Mason’s mouth. Unable to tell him how close she hovered to orgasm, she searched blindly for his hand, his leg, anything to signal her impending ecstasy. He broke their kiss and instructed, “Hold on, doll. I want us all to come together. Ty, get up here. Tits or mouth, your choice.”

Lost in sensation, she didn’t have time to consider his meaning until Tyler stood in front of her once more. “I want to come on your chest, little one. Will you let me?”

Mason began to thrust inside her, stroking all the right places when Tyler’s intent sank in. She cupped her breasts in her hands, squashing them together until they created a luscious pillow for his cock.

“Holy shit. Mason, I’m not going to last.” Ty called out his warning as he fit the dripping head of his hard-on into her cleavage. All the while, Mason held her hips still as he thrust into her faster and harder from below. The motion of his strokes pressed on a sweet spot with every entry.

Though passion threatened to close her eyelids, she fought to keep them open and watch as the purple head of Ty’s cock poked from between her breasts. She couldn’t draw breath into her lungs fast enough. Every muscle in her body went taut as it prepared for release.

“Mason! Ty! Please, make me come. Please.”

Her begging alone threw Tyler over the edge. She observed another pump of precum squirt from his cock and drape on her breast, accompanied by a roar that signaled his imminent orgasm.

“Yes. Yes, Lacey. Come for us. Come on me,” Mason shouted as his fingers tightened around her hips. He drove inside her once, twice more and then the world tipped into slow motion. Ty pulled from her cleavage to pump strands of pearly liquid from his cock. They dangled off her nipples like lewd jewelry.

The sight caused her muscles to cramp around Mason’s rock-hard shaft, initiating both of their explosive reactions. Together, they came apart. Pulse after pulse of ecstasy squeezed her pussy around Mason, milking the come from his cock. He overflowed her until they collapsed in a tangle of arms and legs, replete.

She made no pretense of moving. Any attempt would be futile. Instead, she allowed the men to adjust themselves to keep from crushing someone or being crushed in return. Then they lay breathing hard as the rest of the world came back into existence by gradual measures.

Content to wallow in utter relaxation for the first time, maybe ever, she nuzzled into Tyler’s hairless chest while drawing lazy circles on the back of Mason’s hand where it cupped her hip. Although she knew they’d claimed her, an odd possessiveness stole over her. Without questioning the impulse, she nipped Ty’s pectoral hard enough to leave a mark.

He yelped then asked, in a groggy voice, “Did you just bite me?”

“Uh huh.” She made it up to him by licking the small hurt with a few soothing laps.

Mason chuckled into her hair, not caring enough to lift his head. “Feisty. I like it. You’re more than I ever could have imagined, doll. And, believe me, I’ve thought