Hurt? From feeling too good? Impossible.
Teig dropped to his side, propped himself up on his elbow as Alarr settled over me. Kissing me.
This wasn’t a first date at the door warm-up kind of kiss. This was possession. While Teig’s mouth had been on my p***y and Alarr’s was on my lips, I could tell the difference between them. Teig was almost leisurely in his actions as if he had all day. Alarr took what he wanted because he’d been waiting. As if I was the sustenance he’d needed, and he was taking as much as he could.
His body was hot, his skin soft, but the hard muscle beneath was an indication of his strength and power. And his c**k… thick and long pressing into my thigh. I’d seen it and wondered how it would fit.
I wrapped my arms around him, stroked his hair, his neck, felt the play
