Quinn’s taste. She wanted to please him like no other
woman had before.
“Go ahead,” Declan
said as he gently pushed on her back. “I’m sure he won’t mind.”
Hannah moistened
her lips and bent down over Quinn’s cock. It jerked in her hand. She glanced up
at him and found the sexy Irishman watching her. She locked her gaze with his
as she ran her tongue over the tip.
“Wow.” Quinn’s
whole body stiffened, then relaxed as he closed his eyes. “That’s fantastic.”
“Go on, take him
into your mouth.” Declan let go of her hand and ran his fingers down her back.
“Tell me little one, has anyone ever taken you here?” He slid his fingers
between her ass cheeks and touched the opening in her backside.
Hannah
straightened at the intimate touch. “No.”
“Would you like me
to take you there?”
“Yes.” The thought
of Declan taking her from behind sent liquid heat puping through her veins. It
was almost as if these two men had stepped out of one of her erotic novels and
offered to fulfill her every fantasy.
“Okay love,” he
said. “You prepare Quinn, and I’ll prepare you. Up on your knees.”
“Who’s going to
prepare you?” she asked.
“Don’t you worry
about me, love. I’m already hard enough to fuck you all night. He ran his
finger around the rim of her opening. “I just want to make sure you’re ready
for me.” He pulled his hand away and Hannah heard some sounds from behind.
She turned to
glance over her shoulder and saw Declan open the small container that hung from
a string around his neck. He motioned her attention back to Quinn. “Never mind
me, love. I’m just going to get something to make it easier on you. Go back to
what you were doing.”
She turned around
to face Quinn, who stared at her with curiosity. She smiled as she lowered her
head and took his cock into her mouth. Quinn groaned as she slid him to the
back of her throat. His skin felt so smooth, but underneath he was hard and
unyielding. Fascinated, she took as much as she could into her mouth, until the
tip of his cock pressed against the back of her throat.
“Ah sweetheart.
You’re going to be the death of me,” Quinn whispered.
She pulled back,
careful to slide her tongue along the underside of his shaft as she retreated.
Then she pushed down again. Hannah kept moving up and down, creating a steady
rhythm.
Quinn rested his
head in the sand. “Fuck Declan, you better hurry. I don’t know how much of this
I can take.”
“You can’t rush
these things, my friend.” Declan touched her backside. He felt warm and wet. “Just
a little oil, love.” He slid his hand back in between the cheeks of her ass and
pressed the opening in her backside. The tip of his finger felt warm and
slipped in easily. Hannah groaned as he turned and stretched the outer ring of
muscle. Hannah arched her back as desire wound around her, creating a sense of
urgency.
“I think our
little vixen likes anal play,” Declan said.
Quinn groaned in
reply. He reached down and ran his fingers through her long brown hair. “Such a
temptress.” He held her head while she moved up and down his shaft. He didn’t
dictate her movements, but instead let her take control. Hannah felt powerful
and wanton as she worked over his shaft. Back and forth she moved, her
enthusiasm growing with each moan from the man before her.
“I love this
hair,” Quinn said as he ran his fingers through her long locks. “Don’t you dare
ever wear that silly bun again.”
Declan worked his
finger back and forth, easing the digit inside her body. He’d push and a ripple
of pain would come over her. Then he’d hold still until her muscles stretched
and got used to the intrusion. Once she adjusted, he’d pull back and repeat the
thrust, going a little deeper. Again and again he pressed into her body, until
his entire finger was in her backside. He wiggled and turned it, stretching her
muscles and causing need to spiral through Hannah’s