The Billionaires (Lover's Triangle 1)

Jewel’s pulse jumped.

“Vin.” She really couldn’t think beyond that one word. His tongue fluttered, his lips tugged, and it was all so stimulating and sinful and just plain fantastic. Hitching her breath. Pushing her toward the pinnacle that would make her scream in ecstasy when she fell from it.

Adding to her pleasure was Rogen caressing her breasts. And his racy words.

“You feel good in my hands. I want to fuck your tits.”

Her stomach flipped. “While Vin fucks my ass?”

“Is that how you like it with him?” Rogen’s voice was rougher than usual, tinged with lust.

“Yes.” There was no point in keeping anything from him. From either of them. “He’s very careful. But it’s so hot.”

As was what Vin continued to do to her. He slid two fingers into her pussy and pumped with a rapid pace.

“Oh, God,” she said on another moan. His mouth on her clit and his fingers inside her had her close to climaxing. “Yes. That is so delicious.”

Rogen teased her nipples, keeping them taut and tingling. Her hips rolled as Vin’s tongue flitted and his mouth suckled. The tension built deep within her.

Then ignited.

Jewel cried out as the sensations erupted.

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Her inner muscles contracted around Vin’s fingers, holding them tight as her pussy thrummed vibrantly.

So. Good.

Vin let her ride the fiery wave before withdrawing his fingers, standing, and reaching for his discarded pants, dragging them toward him. He extracted two foil packets from a pocket. The first was a condom. He sheathed his thick cock.

While Jewel still brimmed from her orgasm, Vin leaned into her, entering her with one smooth, solid thrust.

“Vin!”

He pumped into her, aggressively. Almost … desperately. Like he had to have her. Had to make her come again.

He fucked her hard and fast. Pushing whimpers and sharp breaths of air from her lungs.

One of Rogen’s hands left her breasts and he used two fingers to rub her clit, with the same assertiveness as Vin. Her arms tightened around Rogen’s neck. She held on as they both worked her.

“Oh, Christ. That’s just right,” she encouraged. “Fuck me.”

Vin’s mouth captured her nipple and he drew it in, against his teeth. Her pulse spiked.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Make her come,” Rogen demanded.

“Yes, Vin,” she panted. “Please make me come.”

“Open your eyes,” he directed. “Watch me fuck you.”

She did. His hips jerked and his jaw clenched. His eyes smoldered.

She unlocked her arms from Rogen’s neck, one still coiled there but gripping Vin’s rigid biceps with the other hand. She unclutched him tight as she held his gaze.

Rogen’s fingers on her clit pressed a bit more firmly, massaged a bit faster. His erection slid along her back, aided by the light sheen on her skin from the humidity, the men’s heat, the fire raging inside her.