Текст книги "Only Pleasure"

Автор книги: Lora Leigh

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She was incredible. Beautiful. Several strands of hair had slipped from the diamond pins that held it in place, the blond strands framing her face and neck.

A light flush mounted her cheeks and her sapphire blue eyes, were filled with vulnerable curiosity and courage. He’d known, somehow, over the past two years, it would come to this. And he had pushed it, pushed her, made her more curious each time he’d pursued her for a dance at a party or a moment to chat at an event.

“The lights are pretty tonight.” She swallowed tightly again and found her fingers curled over Chase’s forearm, where it lay across her thighs.

She stared out the window across from her as the limo wove through traffic, stopping smoothly at traffic lights, moving more slowly past the elaborately lit areas.

“The lights are gorgeous this time of the year, especially during a snowfall.” But Khalid wasn’t staring at the lights, he was staring at her.

His voice was low, smooth, and charming. It was sexy, but it lacked the true warmth she heard in Chase’s voice.

“Jaci and Cam are putting up the Christmas tree tonight.” Chase grunted. “One of the reasons I ended up in a bar rather than reading comfortably in my apartment. They threatened earlier to make me help.”

“You don’t like Christmas trees?” She risked looking up at him now, and the light green orbs held her, mesmerized her as they always did.

Each time his gaze caught hers, she wanted to sink into it, live within it forever. There was something mysterious, something completely male and forbidden each time he held her gaze with his.

Of course, she knew the forbidden. It was here, in this limo. Chase and the third he had obviously chosen, and they were nothing compared to the husband and the third who had terrified her years before.

No, it hadn’t been terror, it had been rage. He had attempted to get her drunk and when he thought she was, he had then snuck another man into their bed.

“I love Christmas trees,” Chase finally told her softly. “But some things, Jaci and Cam need to do alone.”

It was said gently, as though a message was hidden there. Was he telling her he no longer shared his women, or just his brother’s woman?

She had wondered, she admitted. She had often wondered if Jaci Wright enjoyed each night what Kia was too afraid to reach out for.

“I haven’t decorated a tree in years,” she told him then, attempting to smile, almost lost in the memory of the last time she had done so, at her parents’ home.

“No?” He brushed a strand of hair from her cheek as the fearful tension receded, only to be replaced with something darker, more heated.

“I don’t have a tree,” she said. “There’s just me.”

“You buy presents?” he asked her.

She shook her head. “Just for my parents. They don’t require a tree in my apartment.”

Her life had become barren in the past two years. A desert landscape that still had the power to hurt.

“Friends?” He tensed a bit, as though anticipating the answer.

“Friends are busy with families for the holidays.” She shook her head. “I don’t need a tree.” She didn’t buy friends presents because she didn’t allow herself to have friends.

“You need a tree,” he breathed against her ear. “A very tall one.”

“I’d never be able to decorate it.” Her head tilted to the side, almost without her permission, her neck suddenly tingling to feel that little breath. “I’m short.”

“You’re exquisite.” He kissed her behind her ear. A soft brush of his lips that had her lashes drifting closed and pleasure streaking through her.

Khalid’ was watching. She could feel him watching. She could feel the tension rising in the back of the monstrous limo and the heat of sexual desire beginning to move over her flesh.

She should move. She should be frightened, as she had been earlier. Instead, she felt that strange courage rising inside her again. No, not courage, insanity, because she knew she wasn’t going to deny them. She was going to be wild and wicked and do the forbidden. Here, in this decadently large limo, she was going to let Chase have her, Chase and Khalid.

She opened her eyes and turned her head to stare back at him. This man, he was her fantasy, and whatever he wanted to give her tonight, she would allow him. As much as she could.

“It’s only for the pleasure?” she whispered.

His eyes dilated in surprise, as though shocked she had remembered what he had told her.

“Just for the pleasure,” he promised her.

“Just between us?” she asked then.

One finger caressed her cheek. “Do you ever hear of the women I’m with, Kia?” he asked her.

“Not like this. But it’s known that you do it.” She shook her head, glancing at Khalid as he watched, waited. Relaxed, assured that he would touch her.

“And you won’t,” he promised her. “Where is the pleasure in allowing your lover to be gossiped about? Or your woman to be embarrassed?”

She was breathing roughly now. She could feel her clothing rasping against her flesh, the curling tendrils of anticipation rising inside her.

“I was only with Drew,” she whispered. “That’s all.”

He had been her only lover. She had come to him a virgin and couldn’t remember a single time they had been together that her pleasure had mattered much to him.

Chase knew what she was telling him. He could see the edge of uncertainty, her desire and her confusion over her desires rising inside her.

He knew what she was doing. This wasn’t about the pleasure or the manage, it was about the temptation he had offered her the day he came to her apartment. It was about the temptation he had held out to her every time he had seen her after that.

He let his head move lower, let his lips brush across hers, aware of Khalid moving silently, opening the door beneath the bar’s counter to draw free the requirements of pleasure.

Lubrication, massage oil, condoms. Khalid was a true sensualist. Nothing was hurried when he was involved. The pleasure was all that mattered. He gained his pleasure from the pleasure of the woman he touched. Or helped to touch.

Kia’s lips parted beneath Chase’s. Her breath, softly scented with a hint of the beer she had drunk earlier, and the clean soft taste of the woman herself. They parted slowly. He watched her lashes drift over her eyes and his lips caressed hers. He didn’t take her kiss. He wanted to take nothing from her. He wanted to give to her. He wanted her lost in the pleasure, giving herself to it until nothing existed but the touch, the need, and the hunger for release.

Kia assured herself that was all it would be for. Just the pleasure. She wasn’t going to allow herself to care for anyone again. She had made that promise to herself two years before, and she wouldn’t break it now.

But she needed this touch. Chase’s touch. His lips brushing against hers. She was certain that when Khalid touched her, she would be wild and wanton then as well.

She had never been wild and wanton, though she had often wondered what it would be like. She was going to find out tonight. Now. She had dressed for it. She had longed for it.

“Okay?” Chase’s voice was darker now, deeper.

Kia opened her eyes to see that the light green of his eyes had darkened. There was a stain of red against his dark cheekbones and his lips were sensually fuller than before.

Lust suffused his expression. For a second, just the barest second, , she wished there was more than lust in his eyes, before she pushed the thought away. She had no right to want more, to need more.

She obviously had no concept of how to choose friends or lovers. Chase was safe, and if he wanted Khalid there, then she trusted his choice.

Chase hadn’t lied to her. He had kept his promises to her, he had made certain Drew never struck her again, and she knew it was by his hand that her divorce had come so easily.

As she felt his lips nipping at hers, watched his eyes as his hands stroked her bare back and her arm, she let herself become immersed in the sensations. His calloused palms stroking her, his strong lips taking small, greedy kisses from her.

Her arms twined around his neck. She turned to him, needing more, aching for it. A deeper kiss, a longer kiss. She wanted to feel him taking her lips, controlling her passion as she had no idea how to control it.

As though he knew, sensed what she needed, his lips did just that. His tongue delved in to tangle with hers, and his hands tightened on her.

A moan whispered past her lips as she shuddered at the sensations.

This was all she needed. Just the pleasure.

2

Kia stared into Chase’s face as she laid back in his arms, her head resting against a cushion that Khalid slid beneath it.

Chase’s hand moved slowly down her arm, gripped her wrist and lifted it above her head, where Khalid’s fingers then encircled it.

“If you want to stop, you have only to say so,” Khalid whispered as she stared back at Chase. “This is only for you, sweet Kia.”

She trembled as Chase’s lips quirked at the obvious uncertainty she knew was reflected in her face.

“I’ve never…”

Chase laid his finger over her lips. “No experience required, sweetheart. Just let it feel good.”

Chase had known, even while she was married, when he faced her with the knowledge of what she had to do, that she had the courage inside her, the sensuality inside her, to come to this.

Drew, her ex-husband, had known as well, unfortunately, but he had been too damned selfish to bring it out in her. The sensualist that lay inside Kia was a hot, vibrant core of pleasure just waiting to be tapped.

She flinched, not in fear or in pain, but in surprise, when Khalid laid his lips against her inner wrist. Khalid was a connoisseur of women. He loved the female form with a dedication that often amused other members of the club.

Chase stroked his hand down her side, over the thin velvet of her evening gown, watching the tops of her breasts as they flushed, the little glow matching her cheeks now.

The scalloped edge of the bodice was snug against the upper curves of her breasts, revealing the cleft between them and the shimmer of perspiration as it began to dew her skin.

His lips lowered to hers once again, feathered over them as the scent of Egyptian oil teased at Chase’s senses and the hand behind her found the tab of the zipper that held her dress snug over her breasts.

It was going to be like unwrapping the prettiest Christmas present he had ever known, weeks early. Taking her out of this gown, feeling her come alive with pleasure, it was going to burn the night down around them.

She moaned into his kiss as he lowered the zipper, her upper body arching as she reached for a deeper contact, for that kiss that would sink into the senses.

He gave it to her, his gaze moving to Khalid, where he was stroking her bare arm, the sheen of oil dressing her flesh as long, dark fingers worked over the tensing muscles.

Sharing a woman with Khalid was a unique experience, no matter how many times Chase had done so. As much as the other man loved women, as much as he loved touching and teasing them, he was really quite picky about the women he shared.

Chase’s senses became submerged in Kia’s kiss then. Her tongue flicked greedily at his lips, the soft moan that fell from them demanding, rich with feminine need.

Kissing her. Damn, it was good.

He lifted her closer, his lips slanting over hers as he felt Khalid lowering her arm, and he knew the other man was licking at the delicate oil that now covered it.

Her other arm curled around Chase’s neck, tried to hold his head closer. She needed this kiss. She could feel it sinking inside her, drawing free parts of her that she only suspected lived within her.

As he kissed her, as his lips and tongue drew that heat inside her to the surface, what Khalid was doing seemed so natural, so much a part of this particular pleasure, and this man. Kia felt it. Sensed it.

The oil he rubbed into her arm warmed her, then his lips and tongue seemed to singe her flesh with sensation when he began kissing and licking the inside of her wrist.

She moaned at the pleasure, because there seemed no other way to deal with it. It rose from inside her, a need within herself that she almost feared.

There was nothing to hold on to now, except Chase. She held on to him with one arm, her fingers buried in the thick, black strands of his hair. As Chase kissed her, as he tasted her, pleasured her with his lips and tongue, she felt the strap of her evening gown ease down her shoulder, the shift of Khalid’s body as he moved closer.

Kia whimpered, drawn into a swirling mass of sensation. Chase had one hand at her back, inside the loosened material of her dress, while the other was slowly drawing the fabric up her legs, easing the velvet over the creamy silk stockings she wore.

Heated and slick, Khalid stroked his hand over the flesh above her breasts. He caressed her collarbone, his fingers stroked to her opposite shoulder and back, but he went no farther.

She knew the material slipping down her arm would reveal her swollen breasts, her hard nipples.

The velvet was dragging at her nipple, rasping over it, a bit at a time, as the shoulder of the gown was pushed lower over her arm.

Khalid’s lips were following its path. His teeth raked against her skin, his tongue soothed the little burn. Kia cried out into Chase’s kiss and she shocked herself. Shocked him as she drew back and nipped at his lower lip.

“Are you going to get wild for me, Kia?” His voice was harsh, hoarser now. “Show me what you need, sweetheart. I’ll give it to you.”

Her lips pressed into his again, hungry and fierce. She needed his kiss like she had never had one before. There was a need rising inside her that made no sense, one she couldn’t vocalize.

Chase knew what that hunger was. One hand clasped the side of her face to hold her still, and the kiss he gave her was as wild as the fever burning inside her now. He nipped at her lips, soothed the small pleasure pain and groaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, dueling with hers, tasting her.

She twisted in his arms, desperate to have more of him now. The strap of her gown slipped lower over her arm, and a second later she jerked her lips back from Chase’s to cry out at the incredible eroticism of what she felt.

Khalid’s lips surrounded her nipple. He was drawing on her, his tongue flicking against the hardened bud as she arched involuntarily to the pleasure.

Chase slid the other strap down, bared her other breast, and lowered his head to her as well.

“Chase!” She shuddered, staring down at the sight, two dark heads bent to her, lips drawing on her at the same time, cheeks flexing, tongues licking.

She swore she was going to orgasm from this pleasure alone. Never had she felt those hard, heated strokes of feverish sensation racing across her nerve endings, from her nipples to her womb.

She writhed beneath them, her arms pulling up, stretching back as she arched to them. It was exquisite, so much pleasure racing and pulsing through her body. She felt like a live wire, electricity sparking from nerve ending to nerve ending, and she was helpless to stop it.

The spasmodic flexing in her lower stomach was a pleasurable pain, the deep convulsive arcs of sensation tearing through her womb nearly had her screaming.

“Chase!” She cried his name as her hands found the padded rail of the bar counter and gripped it.

She needed something to hold on to, something to hold her in place before she began splintering apart from the needs tearing through her now.

“Easy, baby.” He had pulled his lips free of her nipple. Now he licked over it, then pressed his forehead against the mound as his hand, his fingers moved over the bare flesh displayed at the top of her stockings.

The lacy band ended just below her thighs, thighs that were revealed to their hands, their eyes. White velvet pooled around them as Khalid lifted her leg, dragged it to him, and let it rest over his knee.

She was splayed open now and they were more than willing to take advantage of the revealed flesh.

“You should have her waxed,” Khalid whispered as heavy fingers whispered over the silk and lace panel of her panties.

Kia whimpered at the sensation. She could feel that the curls he would have removed were slick, wet against her panties.

“Maybe.” Chase stared down at her, his eyes darkening as her lips parted and she fought to drag in more air. She couldn’t seem to breathe in deeply enough. Couldn’t seem to find enough to hold on to, to center her.

“I want to undress you, Kia,” he told her, his hand cupping her face, his thumb brushing over her lips. “Can we take this pretty dress off?”

He was asking, but they were already moving to undress her. The bodice slid to her waist as Chase lifted her, then Khalid was drawing it farther, lifting her hips, her legs, working the fine velvet from her body and leaving her clad in nothing but the white heels, stockings, and next-to-nothing panties.

He was careful of the dress, though she only barely acknowledged it. He laid it smoothly over the small seat at the back of the obscenely long limo and turned back to her.

Chase spread her thighs, opened her, arranging her legs until there was nothing hidden. She would have closed her legs, but Chase slid his hand over her mound, cupped her, and whispered, “Don’t worry, Kia. Everything’s good. So good, baby.”

And it was good.

He eased her onto the wide seat, laying her back, the leather warm against her back as he stroked his hand along her perspiring stomach to the band of her panties. Below, Khalid was stroking his oil-coated hands over her bare thighs, working his fingers and thumbs into her flesh until the resulting sensations striking into her vagina had her fighting to lie still, to keep from writhing beneath the pleasure.

That oil was destructive. It warmed the flesh, then when his lips, his tongue, connected with it, it heated, flamed, and twisted over her nerve endings.

“So pretty.” Chase lowered his head to her nipples again, sucked at them slow and easy before lifting his head. “So sweet.”

He began moving down her body as Khalid moved up it, pushing her thighs apart. He stretched out on the lower end of the seat as Khalid lifted her until the padded arm of the counter and the surprisingly thick pillow cushioned her head.

Kia lifted her gaze from Chase as his lips licked over the oil Khalid had rubbed into her skin until she stared up into the foreign features watching her with such gentleness.

He bent his lips to her ear. “He has waited for you. For this,” he whispered, causing her to tremble as she felt Chase’s breath against her mound.

Khalid’s hands, slick now with oil, moved along her shoulders and then to her breasts. He massaged the oil into the sensitive flesh as she felt Chase removing her panties. Slowly. He drew them from her hips, over her thighs, and along her legs until he pulled them from her feet.

He lifted her foot, still in the high-heel shoe, and kissed her ankle through the stocking as she shuddered, trying to catch her breath through the haze of desire within her.

His tongue laved her flesh through the ultra-sheer silk and had her foot flexing with the pleasure.

“Look at his face,” Khalid crooned in her ear, his hands massaging the oil into her breasts, her nipples, tweaking the hard points as she gasped at the sensation. “He knows your taste is going to be exquisite.”

She watched as Chase straightened, his fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt, parting the material quickly and shrugging it off.

He was undressing as she watched. She whimpered. She wanted to moan and couldn’t. When he was nude, completely naked, the thick, hard length of his erection straining from his body, she lost her breath.

Her eyes widened. She shuddered, trembled as his hands smoothed up her legs, his lashes lowering over his eyes as he bent to her.

Calloused male fingers parted her curls and a second later the first stroke of his tongue had her flinching. She cried out as Khalid chose that moment to grip her nipples sensually, tugging at them.

Her head turned, and she felt besieged. She felt lost in a world of sex with nothing to hold on to now. She would have held on to Khalid, she would have, but as her head turned she was face-to-crest with Khalid’s erection, and he was already naked.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

Courage. The word flashed through her mind.

You’re not woman enough for one man, let alone two. Drew sneering those words at her.

Her hand lifted, her fingers running beneath the fierce, hard length of flesh.

“Ah, little one.” Khalid almost groaned. “Fingers like the softest silk.”

The iron-hard length was thick, heavily veined, the head wide, dark. There were things she had never done. She had never taken what she wanted. She had never asked for what she needed.

She curled her fingers as far over the width as she could, parted her lips and lifted her head.

Her tongue met the hot, eager cock headfirst. It throbbed, and she may have heard Khalid whisper a curse.

Between her thighs, Chase grew hungrier. His tongue licked through the juices she felt easing from her body, a ragged groan vibrating into her flesh as she milked the head of Khalid’s cock into her mouth.

She sucked him. She had never gained pleasure in this before because Drew had always given her instructions as she did it. Khalid wasn’t giving instructions. He bent over her instead, his tongue racing over a nipple, his mouth enveloping it and drawing on her erotically as she arched her hips closer to Chase’s lips.

Oh yes. She opened her lips wider, took more of him and moaned at the heat, the raging sexuality and the hunger beginning to build inside her.

“Exquisite.” Khalid groaned. “Ah, sweet, your mouth. So beautiful.”

He lifted himself from her breast, but she didn’t release him. When his hand buried in her hair, clenching in the strands, she tensed.

Wasn’t she doing it right? Was he going to try to force her to do it his way?

He didn’t. He stroked her scalp, his nails raked over it sensually, but he stayed still within her grip. He didn’t thrust, simply waited. And when she began moving again she heard the low, drawn-out moan that passed his lips.

She was crying out as she tried to pleasure him. Between her thighs, Chase was driving her mad. His tongue stroked, and his fingers. His fingers were diabolical and left no doubts as to exactly what they intended for her tonight.

As he licked, stroked, his tongue flickering inside her vagina before moving to her clit, his fingers were destroying her senses.

His fingertip pressed at the entrance to her rear as he suckled at her clit, taking her to the edge of the peak before pulling her back, forcing her to strain into his touch, her movements opening that hidden entrance and allowing his finger to slide inside.

Cool and slick with lubrication, his finger worked its way slowly inside as she shuddered again. She would have worried. If the pleasure hadn’t been tearing through her, she might have hesitated.

“Ah sweet. Such warmth and generosity.” Khalid’s voice was harsher now. “You’re destroying my control.” His hands pulled at her hair erotically. “Ah fuck. Yes, suck the head, sweetheart. Just like that.”

His thighs tightened as she drew the head in deeper, sucked and flicked her tongue over it, then she arched and screamed against it as she felt the intrusion in her rear. Thicker than one finger, he was using two now stretching inside her, parting the tender tissue as waves of screaming pleasure began to race through her.

She was arching to Chase’s tongue, driving his fingers deeper. The ache building inside her was too much. Chase was making her crazy, his tongue flickering over her clit, through her pussy and drawing more of her dampness from inside her, tearing her apart with the sensations.

She couldn’t focus on the pleasure she could give, because she was racing toward the pleasure she was being given.

“Here, little one.” Khalid drew back, easing her mouth from him as she realized her nails were digging into his thigh. “There. It is all good. Yes?”

Khalid poured oil into his palms, rubbed them together, and began caressing her again as she stared back at him, dazed. He rubbed her breasts, her belly, his hands running close to her mound, as Chase peered at her with diabolical greed.

Below, deep inside the forbidden channel Chase was stretching, penetrating, she felt his fingers scissor apart again, felt that burn that pierced her sex and had her gasping, shaking.

She was so close.

“Chase.” Her head dug into the pillow as she tried to arch closer. “Please, Chase.”

“Pleasure, Kia,” Chase whispered back, his voice strained as his fingers slid from her.

“Enough pleasure,” she cried, bucking against them as Khalid’s head bent, his lips surrounding a nipple once again.

He was sucking her nipple. Chase was sucking at her clit. His fingers, he was working his fingers inside her again. The fit was tighter, and she whimpered at the burn, the pleasure pain.

“Ease for him, sweet,” Khalid whispered, lifting his head from her nipple, his hand flattening on her stomach. “Ease for him. Let his fingers inside you. So slow and easy. Feel how the pleasure burns, Kia. How it races through your body, how it fills you like a drug.”

That particular drug was pumping through her bloodstream, racing to her clit, circling it, and tearing across nerve endings she had never known she had.

“So simple,” Khalid whispered as Chase eased his fingers from her and slid back.

She stared back at Chase before moving. She ignored his curse, his surprise. She had had enough. She was torn apart with the need for release, with the hunger burning in the deepest parts of her body. She went to her knees, bent and let her mouth cover the head of his cock.

This was the flesh she wanted in her mouth. Chase’s. She sucked him inside, wrapped her fingers around the shaft and heard his sharp, hard intake of breath.

She was a creature of pleasure now. She worked her mouth on the hard cock head, worked her tongue around it, teased him as he had teased her.

Behind her, Khalid’s fingers were piercing her rear, and she didn’t care. She spread her legs for him, filled her mouth with Chase and heard his strangled groan as her name tore past his lips.

She thrust her hips back against Khalid, felt his fingers moving inside her.

“Now.” She lifted her lips from Chase’s cock, licked the head, and stared up at him. “Take me now, Chase. Please.”

“She’s ready.” Khalid kissed the cheek of her rear, raked his tongue over it, and pressed his fingers into her. “She can take us both now.”

Chase stared down at her. “Both of us, Kia.”

He wasn’t going to let her misunderstand. He wasn’t going to let her feel betrayed later.

“Yes. Both of you.” There was no hesitation in her voice, or in her dazed, sensual eyes.

Chase took the condom Khalid handed him, rolled it quickly over his cock, and pulled Kia to him. He brought her lips to his, kissing her, devouring the taste of her as he turned her until he could lie back on the wide leather seat, dragging her over him, pulling her into place until she straddled him.

He didn’t have to guide his cock to her—she did it for him. Silken fingers wrapped around the shaft and her hips lowered, the slick folds parted and she stilled.

Chase pressed upward as Khalid moved behind her, his teeth nip-ping at her shoulder as she shuddered and more of her juices spilled over the sheathed length of his cock.

Chase had to fight to hold on to his control. Kia’s pussy was nearly as tight as her ass. The muscles clenched around him as he eased inside her. Hell, he might as well not be wearing a condom to begin with. She was so sweet, so hot and tight he could feel every ripple of the contractions around him as he worked inside her.

Kia felt the stretching burn, the impalement, even as she felt Khalid behind her, his lips moving down her spine, tongue licking, his hands clenching on her rear, rocking her on Chase’s cock.

She was burning.

“So perfect,” Chase groaned beneath her.

“A treasure,” Khalid agreed as he pressed her to Chase’s chest.

Muscular arms came around her, light green eyes darkened to near moss stared back at her as she fought to focus.

He was buried fully inside her now. She was stretched tight, and Khalid was easing his fingers from her, shifting behind her.

“Don’t hurt me,” she whispered, shaking, touching Chase’s face. “Please don’t hurt me.”

He paused beneath her, and behind her, she felt Khalid pause as well.

“Would I hurt you, Kia?” he asked as his hands stroked her gently.

Chase stayed still inside her, stretching her, ignoring the tight little movements she made, the need to have him thrusting inside her.

She was trying to breathe. Pleasure and fear and the unknown tore through her.

Behind her, Khalid stroked her with his fingers again, down the cleft, eased against the opening.

She gasped, relaxed involuntarily.

“Ah, so sweet. She knows there is only pleasure here,” Khalid crooned.

“Would I hurt you, Kia?” Chase asked again, his lips at her ear as she sobbed with the pleasure now. “Would I ever hurt you?”

She shook her head, eased farther, felt herself relaxing, felt the broad, thick head of Khalid’s cock beginning to ease inside her.

And it wasn’t pain. It wasn’t pleasure. It was an agonizing sense of rapturous ecstasy that began to blaze through her, inside her.

Chase remained still. Hard hands gripped her hips, holding her in place, Chase buried his cock inside her to the hilt as Khalid began to work his cock inside her rear.

“Chase,” she moaned, her nails digging into his shoulders.

“I have you,” he whispered at her ear. “I’ve always had you, Kia. Remember, baby? I take care of you.”

He took care of her. She could trust him. She let the pleasure surround her, let it fill her, felt her muscles ease as Khalid slipped deep inside her.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” He kissed her neck, licked at it. “Just let us pleasure you. Every part of you touched, stroked.”

His hand touched her face, pressing her upward as her back arched and Khalid slid inside her rear fully.

Her head jerked up with a cry. A strangled scream as she began shuddering. Her eyes flared wide as she stared down at Chase. She could barely see him. A haze of white-hot pleasure filled her vision and tore through her body.