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shivered uncontrollably, goose bumps cascading over her body.
    "You like being tickled?"
    "No!” she gasped, but pushed her breasts toward him, silently begging for more.
    He chuckled and continued to rake her breasts. She cried out when he reached the tips and plucked them, arching into his teasing fingers. Jacque moved his hands to cup her, holding her up for his brother's torture. Quint played with her nipples for breathless minutes, then bent to take them in his mouth. He suckled first one, then the other, until she panted and pleaded with them both to put an end to her agony. She wriggled and squirmed, seeking relief by working herself further onto Jacque, rewarded when he lifted her and let her slowly slide down his steely length. She was mad to feel his cock pumping into her, hot and hard.
    Quint's mouth moved lower, to her stomach, and lower still. She whimpered, terrified of what would come next. Craving with her whole body what would come next. When his tongue lapped over the tight bud at the apex of her legs, she cried out, urging him to take her fully. He licked at her softly, prolonging the delicious torment.
    Jacque's hands squeezed her breasts, and his lips sought hers. Desperately, she returned his fevered kiss, aroused beyond control. Quint's tongue circled her need, flicking and probing. Then his mouth closed over her and he sucked.
    She screamed; her body splintered in a thousand million pieces, convulsing with pleasure. She thought she'd die of ecstasy, reaching pinnacles of sensation she hadn't known existed. Over and over again, she came, each time from a different pleasure wrought from devilishly clever hands and mouths.
    When she finally floated back to earth, panting and spent, cradled in Jacque's arms, she was unable to move.
    " C'est bien, ‘tite chatte ? Good?"
    "Oh, Jacque,” was all she could mumble. “Oh, God."
    Strong arms lifted her, turned her belly-to-belly with Jacque, and impaled her on him anew. She folded her knees on top of the soft, ample sofa on either side of his thighs where he sat, and snuggled into his embrace. She was surprised he hadn't come yet, but didn't mind a bit, if it meant experiencing more of his scorching prowess.
    And then it would be Quint's turn.
    If she survived Jacque, that is.
    Jacque tipped up her face and kissed her, sweet and tender. His lips caressed her; his hands stroked her body, slowly bringing her back from her delicious, sensual lethargy. Her heart filled with feelings of warmth and joy. He was a wonderfully patient, generous lover. She flexed her knees, moving deeper onto him, wanting to give him as much pleasure as she'd been given. When the kiss broke, she looked up and saw her own feelings mirrored in his eyes.
    He smiled and, in that instant, looking into his black, fathomless eyes, she fell in love.
    "You keep dis one, Chat,” Quint murmured from behind her. “She keep you hummin’ in the mornin'."
    "I think I will.” Jacque said, and his arms tightened around her.
    Quint stepped closer and pressed his body against her back, capturing her once again between the two of them. His sheathed cock rubbed greedily against her bottom. Inside her, Jacque throbbed.
    A shiver of excitement coursed through her from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. They wanted her. Primitively. Primally. They both wanted her with an urgency she could practically taste. Their virile male bodies pushed against her, lusting to slake their explosive hunger with her—within her.
    For the first time in her life, she felt both feminine and powerful, and knew she could send either of them over the edge without even trying.
    Quint reached around to fondle her breasts. Jacque's tongue swept into her mouth. They moved against her, starting a slow, rhythmic dance, with her in the middle. She moaned in enjoyment, spurring them to move faster. Their hands and mouths were everywhere. Her body burned with renewed desire. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe she was the one who'd