“You want us so bad, don't you, sugar?”

She nodded fervently.

“Anything you want to discuss before we get started?” Master J asked. “The future or the past?”

Damn him and his therapy obsession. She was getting naughty with them, wasn't she?

“Shut up and take me,” she begged.

“Not tonight.”

“Damn you.”

Master J chuckled. “We'll just fool around with you under the covers. That all right with you?”

“Why wouldn't it be?” she asked impatiently, knowing what he was getting at.

They stood with her, and she climbed under the covers, a hot, pulsing mess. Good lord, they were an eyeful. Her mouth watered when Armand lay on his back, welcoming her into his arms. Her breath caught when she felt his bulge, the heat of it baking through his underwear.

Master J toed off his cowboy boots and climbed onto the bed. Chills skated across her skin when his fingertips breezed up her thigh.

“Shh,” Armand cooed when she shivered.

He rubbed her back to soothe her. A buzzing sound made her pulse spike.

“Grind against him, Miranda,” Master J commanded gently.

She began grinding slowly against the searing erection burning her through her panties. Armand's moan and the rubbing made her wetter. Master J poised the toy at her labia, the vibe humming through her panties. She gasped.

“That's it,” Master J crooned.

Armand gripped her hips, making her skin jump, and rocked her body against his. The sliding caused friction, the satin massaging her tingling clit. Sensual vibrations seeped into her flesh, rippling to her swollen bud. She felt Armand's cock engorging beneath her as he used her for his gratification. She moaned, her pussy clutching desperately as dampness spilled into her panties. Master J shut the vibrator off and she whined.

“Shh. I've got you, sugar,” he murmured, slipping her panties down.

She whimpered in torment, loving that he saw her naked ass and the way he left her soaked panties clinging to her thighs like she was their slut or plaything. It was fun to imagine and even more satisfying whenever she saw romantic attachment in their eyes.

Warm lips touched her rump. She gasped, feeling vulnerable and elated that he was kissing her bare bottom. He nipped her skin in between soothing it with licks and kisses. The tiny bites pinched her skin, making her feel like she was a naughty girl being punished. The soft kisses and warm, wet licks had her pussy weeping in delight.

Master J turned the vibrator back on and perched it at her anus. Shards of pleasure cut through her. Tiny surges of electricity flowing into her bottom, trickling down to her mons. Armand ground against her more aggressively, his penis swelling even more at her reaction. She let out a cry of need when another vibe touched her mound. It must be C-shaped.

“Show me your pussy,” Master J whispered into her ear from above before kissing behind it.

That made her shudder with awareness. Miranda lifted her hips, so he could see her gleaming wet lips.

“Beautiful.” The back of his fingers grazed her labia.

A tortured cry wrung from her throat. Her snatch quivered, oozing for his enjoyment. Her breath hitched when the toy met her labia.

“Please,” she breathed.

“Is this what you want?” Master J moved the vibe to her clit.

She wailed. “Yes!”

He pulled it away, tearing a whiny groan from her.

“If I put it on your clit, Armand won't feel it,” Master J explained. “Pleasure him with your body, baby, and I'll pleasure you.”

She rested more of her weight on Armand, feeling the vigorous rub of his flesh against her naked pussy. It felt so good she couldn't take it.