The Summoning [Dragon's Lair 2] by Seraphina Donavan Page A

Philippe’s hips, rocking
against the massive erection he sported for her. Moving behind her, Remy slid
his hands over her shoulders, down to the soft globes of her breasts. He closed
his fingers over her nipples, pinching them with just the amount of force she
liked. She shuddered and leaned back against him.
    “I’m so glad you’re home,” she
said on a dreamy sigh.
    He smiled as he claimed her
mouth, tasting Philippe’s kiss on her lips. “I’m glad to be home... I’ve missed
you. Both of you.”
    Remy let go of the hardened buds
tipping her breasts just long enough to reach between Lilly and Philippe and
release the button fly of the other man’s jeans. “Show me how much you’ve
missed me, Lilly,” he urged. “Show me how much you want to have your sweet
pussy filled.”
    Lilly didn’t have to ask what he
wanted. So often they were perfectly in sync it was almost scary. Reaching
down, she grasped Philippe’s cock in her hand. There were times when she was
still stunned by the sheer size of them both, but she’d adapted. In fact, there
was nothing she loved more than the exquisite fullness of having them both
inside her. Remy slid his hand between her legs, parting the soft folds of her
sex, while Philippe gripped her hips tightly as she guided his cock to her entrance.
Lilly was amazed that, even after all their time together, he still entered her
slowly, granting her body the time to adjust to his impressive girth. With his
cock buried deep inside her, she couldn’t halt the deep moan that escaped her,
the carnal sound echoing throughout the room.
    “You’re so fucking tight, Lilly.
I’m dying.”
    “Not yet.” To Lilly, he added, “Lie
back.”
    Lilly did as Remy bid, reclining
backward into what was very nearly a backbend, her head and shoulders resting
on Philippe’s heavily muscled thighs. The position changed the angle of his
penetration. The thick, rounded head of his cock was suddenly pressed more
firmly against her G-spot, ratcheting the intensity of her pleasure to an almost
unbearable point. Her whole body simply seized, the intensity of the pleasure
too much to take in. She could do nothing but shudder as he moved inside her,
shallow thrusts that kept her poised on the brink. With Remy standing above
her, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants, the position held
great possibilities. Lilly reached up and tugged the zipper down until Remy’s
hard cock sprang free. Wrapping her hands around it, she urged him forward
until she could taste him.
    Remy smiled down at her. “That’s
it, cher . Can you taste how much I want you?”
    She could only moan again as she
filled her mouth with the thick head of his cock. The flavor was unique to him—spicy,
masculine, and thoroughly addictive. Forcing her jaw to relax, she angled her
neck to take him deeper, sucking him in until the tip of his cock nudged the
back of her throat. He positioned one knee on the chaise beside her head,
shifting again until he was bent forward over her. With Philippe’s cock buried
in her cunt, Remy’s mouth zeroed in on her clit, and she became helpless. The
breath literally froze in her lungs the sensation was so exquisite. The heat
and fullness of Philippe’s cock and the gentle strokes of Remy’s skilled tongue
over that small bundle of nerve endings left her panting and weak as the
pleasure rose and crested within her. She couldn’t scream, the sound muffled
against Remy’s cock, but her whole body quaked with the force of her orgasm,
the walls of her pussy clenching tightly around Philippe’s cock and her clit
pulsing rapidly beneath Remy’s tongue.
    Remy lapped at her creamy folds,
his tongue brushing over the base of Philippe’s cock. At the other man’s sharp
hiss of pleasure, he smiled. He wasn’t quite through with them yet, but knew if
he didn’t withdraw his cock from the heat of Lilly’s skilled mouth, he would
never be able to last. Rising, he reluctantly pulled away from her,