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“I think he’s ready, Cherry,” Ash murmured. “Imagine his fat cock stretching you wide, baby. Do you want that?”
Hanna nodded and reached for her own pants, but two pairs of hands stopped her, and it was the work of a moment before Ash and Nic had her clothes off, baring her to the room in nothing but a new pair of lace panties.
“Will you…” Hanna was finding it very difficult to think about real words at the moment. “Will you slide the condom on?” she asked Ash.
He grinned his devil’s grin and reached for a foil packet, tearing it open and pulling the condom free. With rough, needy fingers, he rolled the latex down Nicco’s cock, the movement arresting in its familiar masculinity. Hanna watched every second, until Nicco’s cock was completely sheathed and Ash slowly pulled back.
“Show us how well you can take him,” he whispered. “If you ever want to fit both of us, you’re going to need to be able to take Nicco in your tight little pussy.”
Hanna let them guide her back to Nicco’s lap, and this time, there was nothing between them but the lace scrap of her panties. Nicco pushed them aside with strong, seeking fingers. “So wet, Leone,” he muttered. “From our Devil’s words, or from watching his hand on my cock?”
She answered honestly. “All of it. I need…I need all of it.”
“Let’s start with this…” Nicco replied, pressing his swollen head into her tight pussy. “Feel so good around me, Hanna, like you were made for my cock.”
Hanna let her head fall back, need overwhelming her as she slid further and further down Nicco’s cock, finally bottoming out.
She gripped his arm, trying to stem the onslaught of pleasure that was taking over. It wasn’t a full release, not yet, just a rippling, unignorable wave, like sitting on the buzzer, a current of need racing through her body.
“I need you to move…” she bit out, but Ash stilled her hip with a strong hand.
“Not yet,” he replied. “First I need a taste.”
And before Hanna could brace herself, Ash leaned down and licked her swollen clit and Nicco’s throbbing cock with one single motion. She bucked hard, the pleasure coming as much from the sensation as from the depraved togetherness of all of it, the way Ash and Nicco needed to touch each other as much as they needed to touch her, the filthy, sinful submission of Ash’s tongue on pussy and cock.
Nicco reached for Ash’s hair, pushing it back so they could see him. He slid down on his knees before the couch, but otherwise his attention was entirely on them, licking and sucking until Hanna was arching against Nic and doing her best to ride him without any leverage.
“So pretty,” Nic whispered. “That’s right, my little Devil, make her come all over me…”
And Ash did, pushing Hanna right to the edge of her release, until she couldn’t hold on a second longer as he teased them both with wild abandon.
She shattered into a million pieces around his tongue and Nic’s cock, grabbing onto the back of the couch to keep from collapsing completely, and spilling hot and slick around both of them.
“Fuck, baby.” Nicco’s fingers were at her clit, teasing her and Ash with the same fluid movements. “I can feel you squeezing around me.”
Hanna could feel the air bursting from her lungs. “Please… I need… I need to be fucked.”
Ash pushed up to kneel looking altogether smug, his lips stained with her release and the dark, heavy glaze of lust in his eyes.
“Nic, baby, you need to be fucked too?”
Nicco bit his lower lip. “You want to stick that thing in me, you better be prepared to work for it.”
Ash took that as the challenge it was. “So fucking prepared. Gonna make it so good for both of you.”
He guided Hanna slowly off Nicco’s cock, before throwing her over his shoulder.
“I can walk,” she protested, but Ash just chuckled.
“Then we haven’t been doing our job. Come on, Han, let’s play with our little angel.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Nicco followed Ash as he carried Hanna over his shoulder like the Viking stealing the maiden, the pirate capturing his mermaid. They were so beautiful together it nearly overwhelmed him, like looking directly at the sun, the curve of feminine hips captured by strong masculine hands, freckles and blond curls and bright blue eyes and two sinful smiles.
And Nicco couldn’t stop himself.
All his life, he had wanted things he couldn’t have—stability, family, a future to look toward. But this somehow felt the most impossible, the want that he could explore, tease at, taste for just a night, but never truly call his own.
