Free Mirin, Christelle - Morgan's Protégé [Bonding Camp 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Christelle Mirin

sucked in a breath as they began to stroke in and out, wiggling inside her. Morgan thrust his tongue into her mouth and pinched her clit. She jerked, her pussy clutching at the fingers inside.
    “She’s going to come,” a voice, Justice’s voice, said over her shoulder from behind. “I can feel her cunt squeezing my fingers.”
    Morgan released her mouth from his assault. “Don’t come yet, Grace. Not yet.”
    She swallowed hard, her throat tight, and fought the urge to give in to sweet release. She dug her fingers into Morgan’s shoulder and clenched her jaw.
    Justice’s fingers pulled out of her pussy and didn’t return. Morgan’s fingers released her clit. She felt like she wanted to cry. She needed to come, needed it badly. She shifted on the bed, arching her body.
    “Damn, Morgan, she really wants it,” Justice said, smoothing a hand over one cheek of her ass.
    “Do you want it, baby?” Morgan asked, his breath warm on her face.
    “Yes, Morgan.”
    “Tell me,” he said, pinching her nipple. “Tell me what you want.”
    It seemed all of her muscles were twitching, pent-up energy coursing through her. She needed release or she as going to explode. “Fuck me,” she said, her voice raspy. “Please…”
    A chuckle rumbled from Morgan. “That’s my girl.” He planted a kiss on her lips. “Tell me again.”
    She wanted to whine but kept herself from doing it. “Oh please, somebody please fuck me,” she whispered.
    “I’m going to give this girl some relief,” Justice said. He dipped his fingers in her pussy and swirled them in her cream, then slicked it into the cleft of her ass. Then his fingers parted the cheeks of her ass, and the head of his cock nudged her anus.
    Grace moaned, lifting her leg up higher and parking her heel on Morgan’s hip, spreading herself as far as she could.
    “Nice,” Justice said, then pushed inside her slowly. “Oh hell, she is tight.” His breath hissed.
    Grace quivered, trying to relax her muscles, as he seated himself into her ass. Her body stretched to accommodate him, the burn of the pleasure-pain causing her to breathe through her mouth. His fingers dug into her hip, and he began to move. The friction was exquisite, but she needed more. She clutched at Morgan’s shoulder. “Morgan, please…”
    He heard her call. With a groan, he positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. Without any more hesitation, he drove deep, his cock hot and hard. “This what you want?”
    “Mm-hmm,” she murmured, catching her bottom lip in her teeth before she called out.
    The two men moved opposite each other. Justice thrust into her ass as Morgan pulled out of her pussy. Then Morgan pushed into her wet cunt, and Justice withdrew from her ravaged anus. The movements worked with each other, creating more heat. Her pussy was so wet that each time one of them pumped into her, the sound of hot, wet fucking filled the room, their bodies slickly sliding against each other.
    Grace’s hair was damp with sweat. The heat from the men’s bodies emanated to burn her skin front and back. She licked her upper lip and tasted salty sweat. Her whole body was dewed with it, her skin slick. Their hands moved over her in a sultry massage as they fucked her. She let her body go limp and just allowed the sensations to overtake her. Her breath came in short gasps through parted lips. She didn’t know how much longer she could hold out. The swirling tightening of an imminent orgasm had begun, and soon her world would shatter. Her arm still draped over Morgan’s neck, she flapped her hand against his back. Two men breathing hard and groaning as they drove in and out of her was the sexiest accompaniment she’d ever heard, a hot, sensual display of the way her body pleased them. She flapped her hand again, her body jerking with the force of their thrusts.
    “Come, baby,” Morgan finally ground out. “Squeeze my dick in that beautiful pussy of yours.”
    Grace opened her mouth and