Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 775(@200wpm)___ 620(@250wpm)___ 517(@300wpm)
“Cupcake.”
“Good girl.” Remy practically purred the words and she swore that she came. Just a little bit.
Loki held her hips as he placed kisses over her stomach, then he moved lower, toward her mound. His tongue flicked out, moving over her clit and she sobbed.
Oh God.
It was insane. Crazy.
She reached down with one hand, wrapping it in his hair, drawing him closer. He grabbed her leg and pushed it up over his shoulder. She might have fallen backward if it wasn’t for Remy grabbing hold of her.
“Fuck, sorry,” Loki muttered. “Got carried away.”
“No problem. Her legs are probably a bit short for this to work. Maybe we should—”
“I am not short!” she said indignantly.
“Uh-oh,” Loki muttered, well aware of her views on her height.
“Uh, well, you kind of are, baby,” Remy said soothingly.
“Did you ever think that perhaps I’m not short and maybe you’re just too tall?” she snapped.
She caught Loki bending around her body to shake his head at Remy.
“You’re quite right,” Remy said immediately. “Loki and I are definitely the problem.”
She snorted. “Damn right you are.”
However, Loki lowered her foot to the floor, which she did not appreciate.
“Loki, please,” she murmured.
“It’s all right, Tink. I’m going to take good care of you. I’m going to make you come so hard that you’ll see stars. Shh,” he soothed as he ran a finger through her slick lips. Then he pressed one into her pussy.
She whimpered. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.
And then his tongue was playing with her clit again. Flicking it before he ran it around the tight nub.
Oh God. This was fucking heaven.
Why had she gone so long without experiencing this?
Oh yeah . . . because she’d been waiting for them.
“Good girl,” Remy said. “Stay nice and relaxed for me.” He pushed her ass cheeks apart and ran a wet finger over her asshole. “Lean forward and grab hold of the counter. That’s it. Part your legs a bit more. You’re doing so well. Don’t worry, Loki isn’t going to stop. I don’t think he could if he wanted to.”
She grasped hold of the counter for dear life as Loki teased her clit with his tongue while pushing his finger in and out of her.
Oh hell.
She was so close to the edge. She could almost taste her orgasm. It was going to be so amazing.
“Loki, pull back,” Remy commanded.
Loki drew back, panting, and when she glanced down at him, she saw the wetness around his mouth.
That was from her.
And it was kind of hot.
Well, she might think that if her mind hadn’t been overtaken by a red haze.
“Why are you stopping?” she cried. “Go back! I was so close.”
“It’s called edging, baby,” Remy told her firmly. “And when you’re naughty, this is what you get.”
Then she’d be a good girl from now on.
“I’m never going to be naughty again,” she grumbled.
Loki laughed. “Yeah, right.”
Rude.
“I like you a bit naughty,” Remy murmured. “It’s much more fun that way. Loki?”
“Onto it.”
His tongue returned to her clit, his finger driving in and out of her pussy. But it wasn’t enough.
And then Remy pressed his finger into her ass. She groaned. There was a slight burn and she tensed.
“Easy, baby,” he soothed. “Take a breath in and then let it out. And relax.”
Easy for him to say.
Only as she let out her breath, she did start to relax. And his finger slid into her ass.
She had Remy’s finger in her ass!
And Loki’s in her pussy.
But if they didn’t let her come soon, then she was not going to be happy.
“Please, please,” she begged.
She didn’t think she could stand it if they stopped again. She needed to come so badly.
Loki was teasing her clit, playing with her, while Remy drove his finger deep inside her.
She shook. It was too much.
“Not yet, baby girl,” Remy told her, stilling his finger. “You can’t come yet.”
“Noo,” she cried, tears dripping down her cheeks. “Please.”
“Shit. Fuck,” he swore.
Loki stopped and looked up at her. Then his gaze shot around to Remy. “She’s crying.”
“Loki.”
“You made her cry. We made her cry.”
“Loki! Look at me,” she demanded.
But he didn’t look up.
“Ki-Ki, please.” She cupped the side of his face, her breath stuttering in and out of her lungs.
She still felt like she was on fire from being so close to the edge. But she was also concerned about Loki.
And Remy.
Their relationship, such as it was, was so new. It felt fragile to her. She wanted to make it grow, flourish.
Not wilt at the first obstacle.
“These aren’t sad tears,” she told him when he finally looked up at her. “I promise. These are . . . they’re a form of release.”
He frowned, but he was thinking about that. “Promise?”
“I promise. And if they were anything but that, I have my safeword, remember?”
Loki let out a deep breath, the tension in his shoulders easing. “Right, right.” He glanced around to Remy. “Fuck, sorry, man.”