Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More)

Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Avery Gale Read Free Book Online

Book: Gale, Avery - Rissa's Recovery [The Shadowdance Club 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Avery Gale Read Free Book Online
Authors: Avery Gale
ShadowDance.” Suddenly her voice dropped to a mere whisper. “And I haven’t had sex in…um, well…a while, so I’m clean.” Rissa immediately looked away from their inquiring gazes.
    “Exactly how long is a while, baby?” Mitch was trying to hear her thoughts, but she was becoming so aroused he wasn’t getting anything.
    “Well, um, oh boy…you probably aren’t going to want me after I tell you this, but, um, well…”
    Mitch was getting really impatient. “What were the rules about answering, Rissa? Repeat them to me.”
    “I’m to answer honestly and immediately, I know, I’m just, well, it’s embarrassing to admit I haven’t ever had real sex before.” She kept her eyes down. She didn’t want to see the looks on their faces, she was sure they would be horrified that no one had wanted her enough to even have sex with her. Hell, she was supposed to be sold as a sex slave a couple of years ago and here she was now, a twenty-six-year-old virgin—how humiliating.
    Mitch and Bryant both stared at the redhaired beauty standing in front of them with a mix of emotions swirling between them. Bryant found his voice first. “You mean you’re a virgin? Holy fuck that’s incredible. You are truly going to belong to us in every way.” He grabbed her and gave her a rib-crushing hug before turning her to Mitch.
    Mitch lifted her chin and kissed her on the forehead before speaking. “Baby, this is the most beautiful gift you could have ever given us, and we’ll honor it always.” And then he kissed her with a depth that seemed to reach right in and touch her soul. His tongue searched her mouth as if testing her for every possible reaction, and she melted into his embrace and felt like her heart expanded under his ministrations. When he finally pulled back he looked at Bryant who nodded. The unspoken communication told Mitch that Bry agreed Mitch should go first. Even though his cock was slightly longer, it wasn’t quite as thick as Bryant’s. “Now, move up on to the bed. That’s right, get right in the center…Now, let us love you, baby. We were going to fuck you, but now? Well now, we want to make love to you. This is a moment that we’ll all remember for the rest of our lives, and we want to make sure the memory is just as sweet as you are.” He’d moved up alongside her and was playing with her soft folds, running his fingers through their wetness and just barely dipping his fingers inside her sweet channel before moving forward to circle around her clit and then tracing back again.
    Bryant had moved to her other side and was using his tongue to tease her nipples in to sharp peaks. “That’s right, sweetness, we’re going to make sure your innocence is surrendered in a way that fills you with the joys and wonders of lovemaking. The gift you are giving us is beyond measure. I can’t begin to tell you how honored I am to receive it. For tonight, the only rule you need to remember is to be honest with us at all times.” Bryant pressed the peak of her nipple between his tongue and the roof of his mouth, and she arched in to him, moaning his name.
    “Oh God, Master Bryant, that feels so good…It feels like there are electric pulses going from your mouth all the way to my pussy. It’s amazing.” Rissa was feeling so many sensations at the same time, she was a little scared and a whole lot needy. It didn’t take any time at all until she was squirming and tilting her pelvis up to try to get the relief her body was screaming for.
    Moving over her, Mitch placed the head of his engorged cock at the entrance of her pussy and slowly started working his way in, inch by tight inch. “Oh, baby, you are so tight and so wet and so hot. Try to relax your muscles and let me in, I don’t want to hurt you.” Rissa could see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and she could tell how hard he was trying to not slam in to her. When he reached the thin membrane barrier, he stopped. “Look at me, Rissa,

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