Davies, Corinne - Claiming Destiny [Midnighter Seductions 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

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from them both as she imagined what a lap dance might entail and tried to mimic it.
    She braced her hands on his broad chest, feeling the muscles flexing as they both moved. His eyes were the most incredible shade of intense emerald she’d ever seen and he looked at her as if she was a goddess. His grip on her hips tightened and he dragged her up his body so that her breasts were at his lips. A sensual smile curled the corners of his lips and he winked at her again before capturing one nipple. It felt like an electrical current ran from her nipples to her clit as he worshipped her breasts. She ground her pussy against the muscles of his torso, chasing the orgasm that was quickly building.
    Jag tightened his grip on her and prevented her from moving herself too much as he let go of her nipple and slid her down his body. “You’re mine as well, Atan .”
    For now. The words died on her tongue as the broad tip of Jag’s cock pierced her entrance. He was slightly wider than Rock has been but not quite as long. He plunged deep with one sure stroke, plundering her wet core and stealing her breath.
    “That’s right, don’t bother arguing.” This position distracted her attention, as Jag seemed to be sitting on a ledge of some sort, but she didn’t remember feeling one there earlier. She pressed her knees into the soft coating and used it as leverage to lift herself up and then press back down.
    “Yes.” Jag’s teeth looked clenched together as he spoke. “Fuck my cock, Atan .”
    His hand wrapped around the cheeks of her ass as he encouraged her to ride him with abandon. He continued to mutter words that she didn’t completely understand but knew they were praise as she bounced up and down his length. The water rocked around them as they moved, adding a different layer of sensations.
    “You’re so beautiful like this, Atan .” Rock came up behind her, wrapped his arms around her chest, and cupped her breasts in his large hands. She leaned back on him as she rode the thick length of Jag’s cock. Lifting her arms, she reached back and draped them around his neck. The thick muscles under her fingers moved with him as he leaned closer.
    She felt like the most powerful woman in the world with Rock’s erection against her lower back as she curled her hips and plunged back down on Jag’s cock. Jag was much more open with his expressions. His head rested back against the tub edge, his fingers gripping her hips, as she rolled her hips and ground herself against his cock. She used the grip she had on Rock to support her as she twirled her hips in circles imagining she was dancing to “I Gotta Feeling” by the Black Eyed Peas.
    Rock plucked at her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, and she arched her back more, pressing her breasts against his touch. He groaned against her neck and bit her shoulder. It didn’t sting, more of an acute pressure, but she loved it. To her it meant he was losing some control and she suspected that didn’t happen often. His large hand traced down her side and over her ass cheek in a long caress. When she felt a thick finger pressing against her back hole she jumped at the foreign sensation.
    “We’re going to claim every bit of you.” It was a statement not a question, but she nodded anyways. His blue eyes blazed with an almost ethereal light that made her heart skip a beat. She’d never seen eyes like that before. He closed the distance between them and kissed her like he was a starving man and she was a meal.
    “You’re more than we ever imagined.” Jag pressed his fingers against her slit and found the little bundle of nerves that hid in there. His hot mouth latched onto one of the breasts that Rock cupped. The dual sensation of kissing one man while having sex with another one was more intimate than she’d ever been with anyone in her life.
    Jag manipulated her clit as she gyrated against his cock. Rock pressed kisses over her lips and neck as he rimmed her anus with his

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