Victor's Vow [Lords of Hawksfell Manor 6] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Josie Dennis Page B

She was straddling his hard thighs, his cock just at her cunt. She was swollen and eager now.
    “Get inside me, Cabot,” she whispered.
    “In a few moments, love,” he said.
    He began to kiss her and she felt the bed dip as Victor came behind her. It was like before, standing together, but even more of their bodies touched hers now. Victor cupped her bottom and she braced herself. His fingers felt strange and wonderful inside her bottom. What would his very large cock feel like?
    “I’ll try to go slow,” Victor said. “I vow I’ll try to go slow.”
    Cabot caught her chin and brought her face to his. “You trust Victor, don’t you?”
    She nodded and he kissed her as a reward.
    “And me?” he asked.
    “I do trust you,” she said on a breath.
    He smiled and she felt it straight to her heart. “Good.”
    “I have to get inside you,” Victor said, bracing his hands on her hips. “Now.”
    She felt him at her hole, thick and hot, and her heart skipped. He must have used more of his cream, but the next moment he was there, sinking inch by inch into her as she felt more full than ever before.
    “God, you’re so tight,” Victor bit out. He began to move and she moaned. “Are you all right?”
    Her pussy throbbed in answer, greedy for its own due. “Yes, yes,” she panted as her heart began to race.
    Victor grunted something to that and began to move again. His thrusts were sure and swift and she felt his body so close behind her. Sweat sheened her skin as she moved against him. Her nipples grazed Cabot’s chest and she grabbed onto his shoulders.
    “I need you, Cabot,” she gasped. “Please.”
    Cabot kissed her throat, her ear. His breath was harsh and she felt his need in his rigid body and straining cock against her belly. “What do you need, Violet?”
    “I need you in my pussy,” she said, arching back as Victor drove deeper. “Please, Cabot.”
    Cabot didn’t say a word as he shifted beneath her. Positioning his cock at her pussy, he eased her down until he was completely inside of her. It was heaven, the two of them loving her as they had with their fingers. It was so much more, each of their shafts moving in concert as she tried to hold onto her sanity.
    “You’re inside?” Victor asked. “Move, man. Ah, I can feel you!”
    Cabot moaned in answer, increasing his thrusts as he worked her with his cock. “I feel you, Victor,” he said, his voice hushed.
    Sliding against them, Cabot against her breasts and Victor against her back, was like paradise. She had them and they had her and she wanted this to last forever. Trembling, she could feel her orgasm starting. Drenched with juices, she bowed back and let out a cry as she came hard between them. Neither man ceased, both their cocks moving in rhythm as she felt another climax begin. Her head spun and her body pulsed.
    “I’m coming,” Cabot said, driving deeper. “Violet, your pussy… Victor!”
    “I can’t hold on,” Victor growled. “Violet, love, I’m going to come!”
    Her breath caught. Victor had never called her love before. Then she was lost as another climax overtook her. They shuddered around her, deep inside of her, as they both finally succumbed.
    The next thing she knew she was collapsed on Cabot’s chest, a sweaty tangle of her hair wrapped around him as Victor withdrew and fell beside them on the bed. Her legs were stretched out on either side of Cabot’s body and his cock still pulsed inside her pussy, tugging at her core.
    “That was better than I could have imagined,” Cabot said. “You’re amazing, love.”
    “Love,” she breathed, her eyes squeezed shut.
    Something niggled at her. Something Victor had said. Turning, she pushed her hair off her face and raised herself slowly up on her arms. Facing Victor, she opened her eyes to stare deep into his dark ones.
    “You called me love,” she said.
    His brows rose, then his usual coolness settled on his features. “I’m sorry.”
    “You’re sorry?”