Chapter Eighty-One
Demon’s fingers started to move faster and Lover was letting out these soft breathy sounds. His hands moved over my hips, his nails digging into my skin. King thrust deeper into my mouth, moaning my name. I could tell how much they were enjoying this. Feel it on a primal level, feel them inside of me.
“Come for us. I can feel how much you love this, how much your body craves it. Surrender to me. Give me your pleasure, Sandra.” Demon rasped, his fingers circling my c**t faster and faster. It felt better than any vibrator, better than any time I had touched myself alone at night and in my bed.
I writhed between them, unable to control my body as I came. Wetness rushed out of me, soaking them, splashing onto Lover’s thighs.
“Oh, love, you’ve given us the sweetest gift.
