Destiny Calls Samantha Wayland (the first e reader .txt) 📖

No problem. He switched to Plan B. He had enough ideas to get them straight through to Plan Z, for Christ"s sake, and then start back at A again. He swore he was going to try them all eventually.

Smiling, he ran a trail of kisses down Destiny"s cheek and to her ear, easing his body away from theirs, missing the contact, but bent on his mission. He drove her on, sucking on her neck, tickling the soft skin beneath her hair and along her nape, knowing how she loved it. He could feel the goose bumps racing across the soft skin beneath his lips as he circled her, coming to kneel behind her before pulling his hand from between her legs. Brandon was attacking her clit with his fingers before Patrick had fully disentangled his own. Destiny"s cries became louder, the movements of her hips jerkier.

He wasn"t the only one on this mission, a fact he found as exhilarating as it was arousing. How wild would Destiny get with two men to torment her?

Eager to find out, Patrick brought his hand around and slid it down her ass, her hips thrusting back as he tickled and circled the tight rosebud of her anus once then moved lower and stroked the pads of two fingers over Brandon"s hand, letting him know he was there. Brandon"s head came up, releasing a gasping cry from Destiny"s mouth. Brandon leaned over her shoulder and Patrick swooped in to capture his lips.

As he thrust his tongue into Brandon"s mouth, he thrust two fingers into Destiny"s pussy, pushing deep.

Her entire body shivered, her hips rolling as he worked his fingers in and out of her tight passage, the tips pushed forward to rub along the front wall. His tongue thrust into Brandon"s mouth with equal force and speed and Brandon"s free hand came up to fist in his hair, the pain singing through his body as together they rode the rhythm he set. Destiny"s head fell onto his shoulder and she murmured little cries, her movements becoming more frantic. His cock brushed against her silky skin time and again, making him twitch. The muscles in her thighs quivered as he slid his legs between hers and spread her knees wider, knowing how she loved it. She was close. God, he was too. Too damn close already.

Not yet. It wasn"t nearly enough yet. He pulled his hand away.

“No!” She gasped, her hips canting to follow his departing fingers. Brandon ended their kiss and Patrick could see the questions in his eyes. He smiled, a new plan taking wicked shape in his mind as he drew a finger back to the entrance to her ass and pressed there.

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Brandon looked confused as Destiny"s hips bucked, her back arching as she pressed against his invasion. His finger, lubricated with her cream, slipped in, sinking deep before she lifted herself away.

God, she was so hot like this, fucking herself in the ass with his finger. As much as he"d like to lose himself in Bran"s intense green gaze, still locked on his, he couldn"t resist looking down into her upturned face.

Destiny"s eyes screwed shut as she rocked on his hand and Brandon"s fingers. He mouthed the word one to Brandon, glancing down meaningfully, hoping he"d understand. Bran slid his fingers back until he felt the finger impaled in her ass. His eyes widened, then a slow smile bloomed across his face. Brandon immediately slid his other hand down her body.

Patrick smiled. It was true what they said about great minds thinking alike. He and Brandon had always made a great team.

If Destiny"s desperate groan was any indication Brandon wasted no time resuming his torture of her clit. Patrick almost felt sorry for her. Almost. His finger was thrust high in her ass when she cried out. He felt the press of Brandon"s fingers against his through the thin wall inside her body.

Brandon looked at him and lifted both brows, smiling a little before mouthing the word two.

Patrick grinned.

Destiny went into overdrive.

Her body shook, her hips grinding in little circles, pressing their fingers in and out of her body, the speed climbing with every thrust.

His hand on her hip was less about controlling the cadence of her bucking pelvis, so much as holding on to the tempest in his arms. Patrick pressed a second finger against the tight ring of muscles protecting her ass, throwing himself headlong into the storm.

“Oh, oh yes Patrick. Please, more,” she pleaded.

Who was he to deny her request? He only wanted what she wanted. He looked at Brandon"s flushed face and wide, glowing eyes. What they wanted.

With a gentle push, his second finger sank into Destiny. He smiled at Brandon. Two.

He might have led them on this merry chase, but he had no illusions about being in control. Destiny"s arm came up around his neck, locking him close, her other hand fisting in Brandon"s hair and pulling him in, trying to press her mouth to his. Brandon winked at him, sending a bolt of excitement straight into his aching cock, and mouthed three before clamping his mouth down over Destiny"s.

He felt Brandon push a third digit into Destiny, their knuckles rubbing through the thin wall that separated them as Brandon hooked his fingers to rub hard on Destiny"s G-spot. Patrick thrust harder into her ass, scissoring his fingers just enough to give her the sting, the stretch she loved.

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Destiny tore her mouth from Brandon"s, gasping, the hand around Patrick"s neck gripping him painfully as she undulated against him. Against them. The muscles in her tight, hot ass squeezed around his fingers, her hips thrusting again and again. He could feel the force of Brandon"s movements against his own, could see Brandon"s biceps flex as he urged Destiny ever upward, all the while staring at the wanton writhing in his arms with awe. Patrick felt a remarkable, giddy joy because he knew Destiny loved it.

Knew how she loved