Page 40 of Theirs to Treasure

Keeping her captive, I slide my tongue inside her warmth. I will grant her no quarter until she comes.

“Please,” she says miserably, even though she makes no attempt to escape.

“Close your eyes,” Zev suggests softly.

As she considers, she worries her lower lip.

“Do itnow.”He adds the last bit with an uncommonly harsh inflection.

With obvious reluctance, she nods.

She will be perfect for the right man.

For me.

Ruthlessly I shove aside the intrusive thought. She doesn’t belong to me.

Yet.

Damn it. Why can’t I keep the persistent thoughts away?

While I continue to simulate a good fuck, Zev plays with her nipples. “Give him what he wants.”

“No…” There’s a sob in her throat.

She’s riding me, even without my encouragement. Gradually her body becomes more supple.

That’s it.

“I’m going to come,” she cries out miserably.

“That’s exactly right.”

“But…”

Zev kneels on the bed and reaches for one of her nipples.

Her little yelp lets me know he’s done it hard.

Instantly her body convulses, and she whimpers as if trying to hold back the inevitable.

But biology has designed this moment, and gratification won’t be denied.

In a sensual gush, she comes all over my face and in my mouth, and it’s one of the most exquisite sexual experiences I’ve ever enjoyed.

As soon as she’s able, she kneels up, lifting her pussy from my face.

“Such a girl.” My praise is swift and sincere.

Zev helps her to one side.

Her face is painted scarlet with mortification, and she avoids my gaze. Refusing to let her hide, I capture her chin.

As she looks at me, I lick my lips.

Blinking, she swallows hard.

“Everything you have to offer, we want.” We’ll say that as often as it takes for her to believe it.