"I don't recommend taunting us." Luc's voice sounded strained.
She wriggled again, and flashed him a come-hither smile. He hissed in a breath.
"I'll stop taunting if you'll start fucking."
"Deal," Deke growled, even as he eased back—then plunged forward in a killer stroke, punctuated by a little pinch of her clit.
Kimber yelped, but it did no good when Luc's mouth covered hers and he teased her with a slow, friction-fantastic withdrawal just as Deke surged all the way inside her ass. Then they reversed, Deke drawing back, Luc arching his hips and shoving into her swollen sex with every inch he had. They repeated the process again and again, their mouths, fingers, and cocks relentless.
Like a well-oiled machine, they worked her. Clearly, they had done this before—
