Executive Engagement
“Lizze, you gorgeous little minx,” Darcy growls, pulling me to my feet. “Have I ever told you how much I enjoy watching you work?”
“You might have mentioned,” I say with a smile, wiping Madeline’s honey from my lips with the back of my hand.
Darcy whirls me around like I’m a ballerina in Swan fucking Lake. His kiss is so hungry, I’m momentarily worried that he’s going to eat me alive.
Then my cunt throbs—a reminder.
Hell. I would probably enjoy it.
Darcy has my jaw captive in the palms of his big, strong hands as his tongue lashes against mine. We look like two lovers on the cover of a romance novel, completing the passionate kiss that the readers will all swoon over and tell their friends about.
But it’s not just Darcy who wants my mouth right now. The moment that Darcy releases my lips from his kiss, Madeline twirls me back toward her, conquering me with her own lips.
They’re both eager, hungry, and desperate to claim me. It’s a total head rush. All the intensity of a sensual tango, with all the complexity of managing two dance cards at once.
But luckily, I’m not in the driver’s seat anymore. I’ve more than done my part.
I’m hot, young, sexy, and willing. Darcy wants to bury his cock so deep inside me that my eyes go crossed. I can feel it when he holds my body against his iron-hot twelve-inch cock.
Madeline wants my cunt on
her tongue. I can tell by the way she flicks my lips with the warm, wet tip of it, pantomiming the way she wants to lick my clit.
Their kisses become more intense. More reckless. Harder. Faster.
My head is spinning. My cunt is throbbing. But as they steal me back and forth from each other, with every cell of my body, I only find myself wanting more and more and more.
We fall to the bed, all three of us at once. In a scramble, they pin me down. I see them smile at each other as they do it, both taking a wrist and pressing it hard against the mattress.
No matter how I twist and turn my hands beneath their clutches, it’s no use.
There’s no escape, and I prefer it that way.
The way their mouths descend on my body is something straight out of National Geographic. I’ve seen hunting lions sink into the flesh of a fleeing gazelle in the exact same way. Darcy and Madeline take my nipples into their mouths simultaneously with a wild abandon so animalistic, David Attenborough should be narrating it: Watch as these two apex predators take down the majestic Liz-zebra, their preferred prey.
My nipples are so hard and sensitive and flushed with longing that they’re practically begging to be nibbled and sucked and bitten. Madeline is doing something with her tongue that’s sending shock waves of pleasure on a direct route from my breasts to my pussy.
Darcy is making me mewl and gasp with the way he’s twisting the other peak between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue.
When they release my wrists, I bury my fingers in their hair, one fistful in each hand, simultaneously pulling them closer and pushing them away. That’s how confusing this much sensation is: I can’t stand another second of it without release, and at the same time, I can’t. Get. Enough.
“Ride her,” Darcy orders.
I hear a smack sound against Madeline’s ass that says, Get going, slut. Then Madeline is moving over me, straddling my face with her gorgeous, slender thighs.
Speaking of thighs…
Holy fuck.
Darcy moves between mine.
He elbows his way between my knees, grabbing the delicate flesh of my inner thighs with his demanding fingers. He dips his head down and breathes against my cunt.
Darcy’s breath is hot. Not just sexy hot, but like warm summer day. Picnic by the lake. Breeze laced with sunshine. That kind of hot.
His mouth lingers just over my trembling pussy lips, waiting. For what, I don’t know.
I also honestly don’t fucking care. There’s been enough teasing tonight for the entire weekend. Maybe even an entire lifetime.