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his fingers down to the entrance of her sheath. Darius’s skin was fever-hot beneath her, and the hairs on his chest and thighs created strangely delectable sensations against the sensitive skin on her back and legs. But best of all was his hot cock pulsing against her ass and back. She struggled to keep her eyes open, to watch Corwin as he pulled his white shirt off, revealing the expanse of his chest. Miranda cried out at its loveliness, leaning forward to reach for him, which plunged Darius’s fingers deeper into her, even as he pressed down with his forearm to hold her in place straddling his thighs and hard cock.
    “Not yet, not yet,” Corwin said, with a dark glee in his voice. “Not until you ask nicely.” Darius pulled her back against him, stroking her pussy with one hand, plumping her breast with the other.
    “Please,” she whispered. The fingers in her pussy stroked up, and down again, and up higher and more firmly, coming to the tight nubbin of flesh that throbbed at the tip of her slit. Darius pressed there, and the sensation was so intense, she saw stars, and when her vision cleared, Corwin had removed his boots, and kicked his trousers away.
    He was magnificent. His cock was huge and hard and beautiful. She wanted it. She wanted it in her hands and in her pussy and now she knew why she had sucked so eagerly on Darius’s fingers—because she wanted it in her mouth too.
    “He’s going to suck you, Miranda,” said Darius, his fingers circling her nub in time to his words. “He’s going to suck you until you learn what I mean when I speak of you coming for us. And when that is done, he’s going to fuck you just to make sure you have learned your lesson properly.”
    And Corwin knelt in front of her, in front of them, and slid his hands up her thighs, spreading them wider, pressing her back farther so that Darius’s hot cock nestled itself deep between the halves of her ass. Darius shifted his hands to her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingertips, wringing another moan of delight from her.
    “Say you want it, Miranda,” Darius ordered. “Say you want us.”
    “Yes!” she cried out. “Oh, God, yes! Please!”
    “Yes, Miranda,” whispered Corwin, and she could feel his soft, heated breath against her pussy. “Now.”
    There was nothing soft about his coming down to her. His tongue plunged into her slit, strong and sure, licking up all the way to her nub, and down to her entrance, plunging inside, pulling out and thrusting in again. Miranda screamed as the pleasure took her. As in the vision, she knotted her fingers into Corwin’s hair to hold him in place. He lapped at her slit, each wicked stroke driving her further from sanity. He lifted her right leg and then her left over his shoulders so he could nuzzle closer. She would die if he continued. She would die if he stopped. Darius’s hands closed tightly around her breasts, playing unceasingly with her nipples as Corwin grabbed her hips, bracing her against Darius so he could thrust his tongue more deeply into her. Darius’s cock rubbed hard between the halves of her ass, heightening her delirium.
    “Come for us, Miranda,” panted Darius in her ear, lowering one hand to stroke her belly, to hold her more firmly against his cock as she writhed in pleasure from Corwin’s thrusting, teasing tongue. “Show us how good it is for you. Come now!”
    And Corwin ran his tongue over her nub, licking and sucking hard as Darius rolled her nipples once more. Her pleasure spiked, impossible to contain a heartbeat longer. Miranda screamed as her body—so wonderfully confined between her two lovers—erupted into frantic spasms of ecstasy that set her slippered heels drumming against Corwin’s back.
    Slowly, the spasms eased, leaving her suffused with a delightful, silken lassitude.
    “Oh, Miranda,” murmured Corwin, lifting his head from her pussy. “You are so very sweet.” He gathered her, limp and dazed, into his arms, and pulled