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A Stroke Of Midnight :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 247 из 293His hands touched my thighs, and that one small touch drew a small sound from me. I think Galen took the sound for his doing, because he began to use his whole body, thrusting himself completely into my mouth, so that his balls slapped against my face. I put my hands on his thighs, not to caress, but to hold on.
My head moved with every stroke, and that made me rub against Kitto. He was like muscled silk against the side of my face.
Nicca pushed himself against my opening. He slid himself in slowly, one inch at a time. His voice came hoarse. “So wet.”
Galen hesitated with his body plunged deep inside my throat. “Nicca, hurry, Goddess, hurry.” He drew himself upward, and I had to take an almost gasping breath at the farthest edge of his stroke.
Nicca plunged himself inside me all at once, using the wetness that he’d made.
“Consort, but I love it when she feels like this,” he said.
“Like what?” Galen asked.
“Tight and wet.”
“Oh, God, yes,” Galen said. “Yes.” His body took on a more urgent rhythm, and I had to simply open my mouth wide, and trust that he would not hurt me. I was having trouble finding enough time between thrusts to both swallow and breathe. Even without a gag reflex I was fast approaching a point where I would have to make him stop long enough for me to catch up.
Nicca had found a rhythm that was faster, harder than any I’d had from him before, but he stayed low on his knees, so that his legs were spread wider. His hands were on my legs, holding them at almost a forty-degree angle. I would have told him to let me put my legs down, because from here his angle would be shallow, but once he slid himself inside me, I didn’t want to move. It was exquisite. He slid only the front part of himself inside me, but every shallow stroke took him over that spot, that infamous g-spot, and something about his position, or mine, was perfect.
I closed my mouth around Galen, forcing him to slow up enough for me to swallow and breathe, then I opened my mouth for him. If I could have spoken, I’d have said it was going to be soon.
Kitto began to move against me, rubbing himself through my hair, caressing my skin with the heat of his body. His hips were rising and falling underneath me.
I had never had so many men’s attention at one time. I had had three men in the bedroom, but never this intimately, never actual sex from so many at once.
My head moved with every stroke, and that made me rub against Kitto. He was like muscled silk against the side of my face.
Nicca pushed himself against my opening. He slid himself in slowly, one inch at a time. His voice came hoarse. “So wet.”
Galen hesitated with his body plunged deep inside my throat. “Nicca, hurry, Goddess, hurry.” He drew himself upward, and I had to take an almost gasping breath at the farthest edge of his stroke.
Nicca plunged himself inside me all at once, using the wetness that he’d made.
“Consort, but I love it when she feels like this,” he said.
“Like what?” Galen asked.
“Tight and wet.”
“Oh, God, yes,” Galen said. “Yes.” His body took on a more urgent rhythm, and I had to simply open my mouth wide, and trust that he would not hurt me. I was having trouble finding enough time between thrusts to both swallow and breathe. Even without a gag reflex I was fast approaching a point where I would have to make him stop long enough for me to catch up.
Nicca had found a rhythm that was faster, harder than any I’d had from him before, but he stayed low on his knees, so that his legs were spread wider. His hands were on my legs, holding them at almost a forty-degree angle. I would have told him to let me put my legs down, because from here his angle would be shallow, but once he slid himself inside me, I didn’t want to move. It was exquisite. He slid only the front part of himself inside me, but every shallow stroke took him over that spot, that infamous g-spot, and something about his position, or mine, was perfect.
I closed my mouth around Galen, forcing him to slow up enough for me to swallow and breathe, then I opened my mouth for him. If I could have spoken, I’d have said it was going to be soon.
Kitto began to move against me, rubbing himself through my hair, caressing my skin with the heat of his body. His hips were rising and falling underneath me.
I had never had so many men’s attention at one time. I had had three men in the bedroom, but never this intimately, never actual sex from so many at once.