Page 77 of Psychotic Nightmares

“Fuuuuuuuck.” Julian groans. Not releasing me. “I need more. Give me more.” He growls, removing his fingers, replacing them with his tongue. After giving me some more water, Dante returns back to sucking and nipping at my breasts, his hand going down to play with my swollen and sensitive clit. My overheated body needs to cool down, sweat forms on every inch of my skin. My pulsating pussy draws Julian's tongue in deeper.

“I can’t.” I whimper. “I can-. Fuck.” I feel my body tense again. “Please.” I’m now begging. “Please I need to -”Ohhhh fuck.My body trembles violently as pleasure builds. “Please.” I cry. I don’t tell them to stop. I know they will as soon as I say that word. I don’twantthem to stop.

“Please what?” Julian pauses his tongue fucking to ask.No, don’t stop.

“Please.” I hate asking for things in the bedroom.

“She needs to cum.” Dante answers for me.

I nod, not knowing if Julian can see or not.He chuckles slightly, kissing the inside of my thigh before going back to his teasing instead of fully inserting.

“Julian.” I groan.

“I need you to tell me what you need, treasure.”

“I need,” I inhale sharply as Dante takes a nipple between his teeth and bites a little. It's not as painful as I would’ve expected. “I need you to -”

“To what?” He circles around my entrance with the tip of his finger.

“To make me cum.” I blush as I say the words. “Please.”

“Seeing as you asked so nicely.” He thrusts his tongue back in. Dante's fingers work quickly, both of them working in tandem. Like they’ve practiced this many times.

Have they done this before?

With someone else before me?

Jealousy flashes as quick as lightning through me. Then I internally smile. Even if they’ve fucked someone before me, they’reminenow.

Mine. All mine.

Geez, when did I become such a possessive bitch?

“Fuck, fuck fuck.” my voice is hoarse by the time I’ve finished screaming out my delight.

And yet, Julian still doesn’t let me go.

I kickhim.

I actually have to kick him away from me because I can’t fucking speak.

And the bastard laughs.

One of them delicately lifts my head to undo the blindfold. I blink a few times to get used to the light. My body relaxes so much I almost flop back on the bed, Dante manages to catch me before I do.

“Are you okay?” he asks, covering me with a soft robe.I wonder where he got it from.I relax into his arms as he pulls me towards him.

He’s so warm. So comfortable. I could easily fall asleep on him. “Grace?”

“I am.” I breathe, flopping my head on his shoulder. Then frown at the fact he’s still dressed. I lift my hand and start to slowly undo the buttons on his shirt. I pepper kisses along his jaw. His breath catches and his fingers squeeze into my waist.

“Grace,” his voice is breathy. “We stopped to give you a break, and Julian is setting up a surprise for you.”

“Mmm.” I scratch my nails down his chest and torso. He takes a shaky breath. “I’m fine, I promise.” he goes to debate with me. “I need you, Dante.”

My words seem to shatter his composure. “Fuck, Grace.” He stands, quickly stripping himself of his shirt and jeans. Throwing a condom on the bedthat he pulls from his pocket, I quickly pick it up and open it. He’s not changed much over the last five years, his deep V and hard muscles still has me drooling.

Literally drooling.