Dragon's Lair by Seraphina Donavan Read Free Book Online

the turgid peaks of her nipples, and Lilly moaned. Their lips, teeth and tongues played over her until she was panting.
    “Please,” she whimpered.
    Recognizing her need, both Remy and Philippe stroked a hand over her abdomen, sliding together between her parted thighs. In tandem, they explored the honeyed folds of her sex, their fingers massaging her clit, pressing deep into her clenching sheath. Lilly’s hips rose off the bed, meeting each caress. Her eagerness inflamed them.
    Philippe’s mouth left her breast, moving down her body to her fevered pussy. He inhaled the scent of her arousal, his cock hardening as he anticipated the salty-sweet taste of her and the feel of her cream on his tongue.
    Remy shifted slightly so that his fingers were only thrusting into her sheath and her clit was laid bare for Philippe. To Lilly, he whispered, “I told you that you’d like being eaten by a dragon.”
    Philippe brushed his lips over her mound, his hot breath stirring her curls. Pressing his mouth to her clit, he traced it with only the tip of his tongue. Lilly’s soft whimpers became hoarse cries as he repeated the process more forcefully. Each stroke of his tongue blazed a trail of fire through her. Again and again, Philippe tormented her with light, teasing strokes over her pulsing clit until Lilly was screaming, begging for release. He pressed his tongue against her clit, curling around it, engulfing it, flexing around it until she bucked beneath him. Withdrawing, he closed his lips over the hard pearl and suckled her deeply. She screamed in response. He could feel the spasms of pleasure as they rippled through her body.
    “I need you inside me,” she said breathlessly.
    “Who?” Philippe demanded. “Who do you want inside you?”
    “Both of you…together.”
    Remy rolled to his back and pulled her atop him. He didn’t bother to remove his pants, just unfastened them until his long, throbbing cock sprang free. “Ride me,” he said.
    Lilly rose onto her knees, and though she trembled, she guided Remy’s cock to her entrance. Wet as she was, she lowered herself onto his hard shaft, feeling it slide deeply inside her without resistance. He was so long she could feel his cockhead at the entrance to her womb. Carefully, she pressed down, taking him deeper. The pain and pleasure blended exquisitely. Behind her, she felt Philippe’s massive cock pressing against her. She wanted him inside her, but felt a frisson of fear at the thought. Remy’s cock had filled her ass to the point of pain, but Philippe was even thicker.
    “Relax, love,” Philippe whispered. “I will make it good for you.”
    Lilly tensed when he began to massage the oil into her skin, but it wasn’t the puckered rosette of her ass that he touched. He was adding even more moisture to her pussy. The idea of both their cocks in her pussy, of them coming together inside her, triggered her orgasm. Her channel pulsed and rippled around Remy’s cock, and he gritted his teeth.
    When her orgasm eased and her body went soft and pliant, Philippe rose to his knees and touched his cock to Remy’s, sliding the massive head over the base of Remy’s cock. At Remy’s muffled curse, he smiled.
    “Stop tormenting us, Philippe,” Remy demanded. “I can’t last much longer.”
    Philippe nudged his cock at Lilly’s entrance, and she whimpered. It was a sound of both pleasure and fear. It was impossible to hold on to the fear with them touching her so gently. Their hands slid soothingly over her back and thighs. She gasped as Philippe pressed in just a bit, fitting the head of his cock inside her. Their moans of pleasure were a chorus in the room. Lilly forced herself to relax, to let him push deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully inside her. Their movements were shallow, each thrust the smallest flexing of their hips. She could only imagine what they looked like.
    “Yes,” Remy sighed. “Fuck, just like that!”
    Lilly shuddered, pressed between their