Her gaze found Drake’s once more as she arched upward when Manuel’s mouth closed around one turgid point and she sighed as he suckled gently, tonguing the tip and then administering a light nip.
To her keen disappointment, Manuel lifted his head and rose from the bed. But then she realized he was undressing and her pulse sped up. She looked at Drake instead of Manuel as he deftly removed the last of his clothing.
“Look at him, Angel,” Drake commanded. “Look at the man who’s going to fuck you long and hard.”
She swallowed and shifted her gaze, her eyes widening at the beautiful male physique standing next to the bed. His hand curled around his burgeoning erection and he pulled back and forth, swelling and stiffening to complete hardness, until it strained upward toward his navel.
“Lift her bound hands over her head and turn her so she lies crossways on the bed, her legs over the side so you can taste—and fuck—her pussy. She likes it hard and rough, Manuel. But I expect you to take care and work her up to the point where she can accept you and is ready to fully take you.”
Unfamiliar but not unpleasant hands did as Drake instructed, and Manuel positioned and then stood between her spread legs, his eyes gleaming appreciatively as he stared down at her.
He lowered himself to his knees and parted the lips of her pussy and began to softly nuzzle over the sensitive flesh. Lust surged and her hips arched. Her arms lifted, though her hands were bound, and suddenly she felt very familiar hands close around her wrists and yank them roughly back down to the mattress, holding them firmly in place.
The dual sensation of one man between her legs and Drake holding her down from the top so she couldn’t move made her squirm restlessly, a moan escaping her lips. Drake’s head lowered and he kissed her lips upside down.
“Let him pleasure you, Angel. While I watch him take what is mine.”
Manuel licked, sucked and tormented her, taking his time devouring her pussy. The pleasure was overwhelming but her focus wasn’t on Manuel. She didn’t glance down at his dark head between her legs. She locked her gaze with Drake and curled her fingers around his hands, watching his reaction to this man—this stranger to her—only interested in pleasing Drake.
Rough hands yanked her thighs apart and Manuel’s hand cupped her chin, pulling downward, his eyes glittering.
“Look at me, Evangeline.”
He hadn’t finished his command before he thrust hard into her. She gripped Drake’s hands even harder and he freed one to stroke through her hair as he silently offered her his support.
Manuel rose over her, his body covering her, her breasts flattened against his chest as his hips undulated and rolled over hers, penetrating her deeply. But she found her gaze flitting back to Drake time and time again, absorbing the warmth and arousal in his dark eyes.
“So fucking beautiful,” Manuel growled as he pounded harder into her. “Tell me, Evangeline. Just how rough do you like it?”
Even as he spoke, he thrust his hand into her hair and yanked her head upward so she was forced to look at him. He lowered his head, and for a moment she thought he would disobey Drake’s directive that he was not to kiss her mouth. But he licked and nipped at her neck, her ear, and slid his lips down the curve of her neck, whispering words of praise in her ears.
“I can take anything for Drake,” Evangeline said.
“I wonder if he knows how very lucky he is,” Manuel mused.
“Never doubt it,” Drake growled.
“Help me turn her,” Manuel said to Drake. “I want that ass.”
“Not until I’ve prepared her,” Drake warned.
“I’d never hurt any woman, much less yours,” Manuel said, his eyes narrowing.
Drake inclined his head. “Of course. I meant no insult. Evangeline is very precious to me and I wouldn’t have her hurt in any way.”
The two men turned her, ensuring her comfort. Drake untied her wrists and positioned her so her hand was free to touch herself. Manuel placed a pillow beneath her knees and then backed away so Drake could apply lubricant to Evangeline’s opening while he himself coated the condom he wore.
Drake moved to the head of the bed, lazily reclining against the headboard so he had a firsthand view of both Evangeline and Manuel.
“You will let me know if it becomes too much,” Drake said in a serious tone, his gaze boring into Evangeline.
“I won’t let you down, Drake,” she said huskily.
He frowned. “The only way you would let me down is by enduring pain because you think to please me. I want your promise.”
“I promise,” she said sincerely.
Drake lifted his gaze to Manuel, who had taken position on his knees behind Evangeline and even now caressed and stroked her bottom.