Marcus groaned against Samantha, the vibration traveling through her core as his tongue pressed hard into her entrance before swirling back up to her nub. Callum withdrew his fingers abruptly, leaving her clenching around emptiness—a cruel, deliberate pause that drew a desperate whimper from her throat.
Kai's hand slid from her breast to her hipbone, pinning her down as Marcus's mouth sealed over her nub, sucking with relentless pressure while his tongue flicked rapid-fire against the swollen bud. Callum reached past Marcus's shoulder, his fingers slick with her arousal as he traced the tight furl of her ass, pressing just enough to make her gasp and arch.
Marcus lifted his head, lips glistening. "Turn her," he ordered, voice thick.
Kai rolled her onto her stomach in one smooth motion, velvet chaise beneath her hips, lifting her onto her knees. Callum's hands gripped her hips, pulling her back against his thighs. "Not yet."
