“More,” she panted. The teasing was growing to be too much. “Please, Quin.”
He lifted his head, his lips shiny. “Do you mean this?”
Annie gasped when he sank his index finger into her waiting passage. “God, yes…” Her head tilted back, and she clenched around the intrusion, adjusting to the new fullness.
“Your cock is considerably larger than your finger,” she heard Theo tease.
“Should I give her more then?”
“Yes. Make it three.”
This conversation about what they were going to do to her seemed far too natural. Annie couldn’t protest, however. Quin was true to Theo’s instruction and pushed two more fingers in to join the first.
“Ah!” She arched her back, bearing down on his fingers. She had no idea what Theo was doing at this point, nor, she found, did she care. Quin knew how to play her body, how to bring her to the edge of such torturous desire, and she simply wanted to give herself over to him.