Hansel’s pov I open my eyes, Mila had given me the clues in the dream, I looked around and the room was dim, early morning light filtering through the half-drawn curtains.Casting shadows across the large bed. I was nestled between Marcus and Conrad, their bodies radiating heat against my bare skin. A low, wet sound pulled me further from the dream. Then the sensation hit me, hot insistent pressure between my thighs. My eyes fluttered open as a moan escaped my lips before I could stop it. Marcus was there, his broad shoulders wedged between my spread legs, his head bent low. His tongue dragged slowly up my slit, lapping at my folds with deliberate hunger. He must have been at it for a while; I was already slick, my pussy throbbing under his mouth.“Marcus…” I breathed, my voice husky with sleep and arousal. My hips twitched involuntarily, pressing closer to his face.He didn’t stop. Instead, he growled against my cunt, the vibration sending sparks up my spine. “Morning, baby. Coul
Read more