Nathan pulled down one of her legs. Keeping her thighs splayed wide, he withdrew and slammed back in. She arched into him as he ground his hips into her lower body, hitting her clit and making her moan from the sensations searing through her. He did this a few more times, until her body was a mass of shuddering flesh.
“Look at me.” His fingers biting into her jaw, he forcibly turned her face toward him and trapped her with his eyes.
She couldn’t look away. His green gaze compelled her, holding her as he plundered her body, fucking her with the same forceful intensity with which he faced the world. Even when his pace increased, he rammed into her with each thrust of his cock, rocking her back. Only his implacable stance and the tight grip of his hands on her thighs kept her anchored to him and his marauding thrusts.
Even through the pressure building in her, the sex haze fogging her brain, she read control in every line of his body. Any man would’ve lost his finesse by now, guided only by instinct, but not Nathan. Though sweat dampened his flesh and rolled down his face, the expression on his face was stern and his lips were drawn in a hard line, the image of a man who held the reins of restraint in his hands and was bent on attaining his purpose, whatever that may be.
He lifted her hips, changed his angle and drove into her, hitting her sweet spot.
She screamed and let go, jerking in his arms, mindless with pleasure. Her pussy contracted around him, and if she’d been tight before, she was even more so now. Yet, as sanity returned and Nathan thrust into her several times more for his own release, she noted one odd thing: Nathan was still as controlled as ever, even in his ecstasy. A mere grunt as he ground deep, and then he withdrew and collapsed beside her.
Extremely pleased and satisfied and boneless, she didn’t want to move. But the puzzle that was Nathan wouldn’t let her rest, and so she turned to him. “Didn’t I please you?”
His eyes, which had been closed, shot open. “Of course you did. I had my release, didn’t?”
“I wasn’t sure.”
“What do you mean?”
“You…” she waved a hand, indicating the past few minutes.
One Fortune man, then another, laughed when he realized what she meant.
“Don’t you worry about it,” Oliver said, squatting on her other side. “Nathan is the famed Mr. Cool As Ice. Sometimes, he’s also called Mr. Control. All the women he’d dated couldn’t make him break from the mold.”
Carly wondered what kind of woman would it take to make Nathan lose control. It was a fleeting thought, nothing more. Certainly, she didn’t wish that she could be the one, for she didn’t think she could take Nathan’s kind of intensity on a daily basis. Charming, easy-going Derek Fortune was the man for her.
Oliver continued to speak, “Seeing you with him has made me very hot.” He ran a critical gaze over her. “Sore?”
She could feel slight twinges in her thighs as a result of Nathan’s vigorous riding, but she wasn’t about to let that stop her from feasting on the hard cock bobbing in front of her, most especially not when she had a smorgasbord of cock tonight. “No.”
She reached for him and moaned when her hand curled around him.
“I could do your ass.” Oliver smoothed her hair back from her face. “Have you had anal sex, baby?”
“Yes.”
Oliver wasn’t as thick as Nathan or the other men, but what he lacked in girth he made up for in length. His cock was beautiful, too, deep-veined and sporting a purple, mushroom head.
She rubbed her hand up and down his shaft, then reached further south to palm his balls, pulse speeding up in excitement at his quickened breathing.
“I thought we could do a DP with me at the rear and Adam or Matthias in your pussy. How’d you like that?”
Fantastic. She’d never been sandwiched before, although the heroines in her erotic romance books had all experienced it, one way or the other. Reading it from their perspective, the double penetration had seemed exciting and pleasurable for the woman. Yet, the mesmerizing sight of Oliver’s cock drew her, and before she knew it, she was nuzzling it with her nose and rubbing it on her cheek.
Heat. Musk. Steel.
He smelled delicious.
“Fuck that,” Oliver managed in a thick voice. “Why don’t you suck my cock, baby? Give me a blowjob.”
In response, she placed tiny kisses along his length, her lips barely touching on his engorged flesh before flitting to the next spot, causing him to groan in frustration. She laughed, muffled by her lips on his flesh, but she wouldn’t relent. Power surged through her, a power that only a woman could hold over her men, and she gloried in it, wallowed, basked in it. For she knew this wouldn’t be the one and only time she would have the Fortune men at her mercy. To satiate Derek’s need, they would do this again. And again. The only thing that eluded her was the frequency.
“Witch.” More affection than curse threaded through Oliver’s voice.
Adam came over and started teasing her breasts. While he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his hand was busy with the other, rubbing the hardening tip between his thumb and forefinger. Despite having been ridden hard earlier by both Derek and Nathan, her body was quickening once again, lust stirring up beneath her flesh. She’d never thought of herself as wanton before, a slut who couldn’t get her fill of cock, but it appeared she was. Or maybe, having so many men at her disposal was uncovering a side of her she didn’t know about before. Or perhaps, a woman’s body was fashioned to like multiple cocks and to accommodate all that were at her disposal, no matter how many there were, to ensure they were eased and satisfied.
She loved the last theory, and it remained to be seen how many cocks she could accommodate this night.
She changed tack, licking her way from the tip of Oliver’s cock down to the base and up again, where she circled her tongue around his cockhead, before dipping into the slit and drawing out pre-cum. He jerked, threading his hand into her hair and holding her steady so she could lave the mushroom. He tasted good, and she found the contrast of velvet and iron-hardness fascinating, especially when tasted under her tongue. She licked the base of his cock as she traced the layout of his veins, fascinated by the bumps on the otherwise smooth surface. She had examined Derek’s cock a lot of times, of course, but she was intrigued to see the differences between cocks.
Adam slipped two fingers into her pussy and he grunted against her breast when he found her wet. Greatly daring, she clenched her pussy walls around his fingers, letting out a frustrated growl when she found the two digits much smaller than Nathan’s cock. She missed being filled…
He pumped her a few times while he transferred his attention to the other nipple, sucking the tip to the same hardness and wetness as the other one. Her breasts were sore from the attention, but she wasn’t complaining. Indeed, excitement ramped up in her veins and her blood flowed molten gold. Hunger rose up in her, deep and yawning, a hunger that demanded expression.
Wasn’t it fortunate she had a yummy cock in her hand?
She sucked him into her mouth.
Oliver groaned and pulled on her hair. “Yes! Suck me, baby. Harder.”
She did as directed, almost pulling on his cock with each deep suck. Whatever part of him she couldn’t reach, she stroked and squeezed with her hands, including his balls. She worshipped this part of him that could give a woman so much pleasure, and she vowed she’d have him inside her next time, riding her as Nathan had. God, she couldn’t wait.
She was concentrating on Oliver so much that it was awhile before she realized her position had changed. Instead of sitting on the blanket, she was now on her knees. Someone’s hands were on her waist, guiding her down, down—
A thick cock pierced her entrance. A swift glance down revealed who it was.
Matthias.
Stern, unsmiling, commanding. Yes, as dominant as Nathan, he gave her the shivers—good ones, as she anticipated another hard ride. She’d always loved hard and fast sex, but she hadn’t been test
ed as to how much she could take. Tonight, she realized—a lot.
He delivered a slap to her rump.
The slap jolted her, pain blooming across her butt cheek. Before she could voice a complaint, the pain became a sort of pleasure, amplifying the bliss of his cock in her.
Not only was her sheath being stretched, but her sexual horizons were, too.
“Slide down,” he commanded.
Her position made her unable to comply. If she obeyed him, she’d lose Oliver’s cock, who wasn’t showing any signs of accommodating any possible change in height.
Matthias smacked her again. She moaned and sucked harder on the cock in her mouth.
“Slide down on my cock!”
She made a mewling, piteous sound. She wanted the cock in her mouth, but she also wanted the one in her pussy. She was greedy. She wanted them all.
Another slap, this time on the other side.
Pain sublimated to pleasure.
“Down, Carly!”
More.
She lost count of the number of times he hit her, lost in the pleasure-pain he was giving her. Finally, he surged up, filling her to the hilt. She screamed, her pussy contracting around him, pleasure swamping her.
When she came to, she was lying face down on Matthias’s chest. “Oh my God, what was that?”
“That, my dear, proved you liked spanking, that you can find pleasure in it.” In his voice was a wealth of satisfaction. “I’m going to enjoy you so much.”
The intensity of her orgasm left her feeling drained, but she knew the night was far from over. For one, Matthias was still hard within her. Then, there was Adam yet to experience. Plus, Oliver hadn’t orgasm, had he? Fucking so many men sure was hard work, but she wasn’t complaining. She just needed a little rest and she’d be ready to go again.
For the moment, what Matthias was saying fascinated her.
“Could my childhood have to do with it?”
“What do you mean?”
She gestured vaguely at his question. “Did Derek tell you about my mom?” At his nod, she continued, “I was always spanked in those days. The more I cry from the pain, the more she hit me. In time, I learned to take the pain. Perhaps, even then, my body changed it to pleasure so I could endure, but I’m not sure.” She shrugged. “I certainly never thought I could find pleasure in pain.”
“Maybe you couldn’t believe pain would equal to pleasure so your mind rejected it,” Nathan offered. “You were still a child, after all.”
“Perhaps,” she said, distracted, because Matthias was cursing a blue streak and he had a flinty look in his blue eyes. “What is it?”
“Introduce me to your mom sometime.”
Startled at this non-sequitur, she asked, “Why?”
“I’ll give her a taste of her own medicine.”
Unaccountably touched, she laid a hand on his chest. “Thanks, Matthias. I really appreciate the thought, but there’s no need as I don’t have communication with my mother anymore.”
“But your sister—”
“Is innocent,” she said in a firm voice. “I know what you’re thinking, that she contributed to my distress. But I’ve since had time to think about it, and I realized she was also young then, only two years older than I, when our mother brainwashed her and raised her in her image, right down to the attitude.” She shrugged, though she wasn’t as insouciant as she projected. “Charlotte couldn’t help it that she was born pretty, that she would become the apple of our mother’s eyes and be trained to follow in her footsteps.”
Matthias’s eyes narrowed. “She’s an adult now.”
“True, but she’s conditioned to belittle me and—”
“She’s an adult,” he said again, his voice like the lash of a whip.
“Yes, Master.” The salutation came out in a natural way, probably as a result of his commanding ways.
“She’s responsible for her own actions, whatever her earlier conditioning.”
Though his voice was hard and his face stern, she thought she detected a hint of a kick at the corners of his mouth at the way she addressed him. “Master” fit him, as did Nathan.
“She has a brain, she should know your mother was wrong—”
“Not if you were conditioned to believe otherwise,” she countered, steel in her own voice. “I know what you’re saying, Matthias, but it’s not so easy to turn away from the teachings of your youth, especially when it’s your mother who taught you those things. I have to admit I didn’t help Charlotte break free, too,” she confessed, “when I let her run roughshod over me, when I didn’t stand up to her.”
Matthias stared at her, and she thought she saw admiration sparked from the depths of his blue eyes. She almost couldn’t stand their brilliance. “You have your flaws, Carly, but you’re one magnificent woman.”
He hauled her down and kissed her, possessed her, ravaged her mouth. His hips surged, pressing deep, then rolled and pumped until he had her moaning and her own hips gyrating in rhythm to his. Her cream flowed, allowed him to move easily in her. She loved the thick, creamy sensation of her juices. Sensual, desirable, sexy—that was her.
Confidence welled up in her like a benediction, a confidence that was born of her knowledge of herself as an attractive, capable woman—good in her job, sought after by men and loved by her husband.
Derek. What a wonderful gift her husband had given her.
No, she was wrong. These men, even her newfound confidence, were a bonus, but Derek was the real gift. She remembered the way he’d praise her for even the smallest thing, the way he never allowed anyone in his hearing to say anything negative to her, the way he’d overturned every denigrating thing she had to say about herself. She recalled his silent support and quiet physical presence as he accompanied her to the therapist’s office, no matter how busy he was.
For the first time, as Matthias thrust deep into her, she realized something, something very important: She was enough. For Derek, she was enough. Just as she was.
He wanted her to be better, not for his sake but for hers.
She wanted to tell him then, how much she loved and appreciated him, but a hand came down on her back, holding her down and the cold tip of something inserted into her anus. Cool liquid squirted within, coating her insides. She moaned into Matthias’s mouth, knowing what was coming, corroborated by the blunt head pushing at the entrance of her ass. She just didn’t know “who”, a question that was answered when Adam’s voice came from above her, “Relax, Carly. Let me in.”
Just a little while longer then. Opportunities for ménages like this didn’t come often. She would savor this while it lasted, and when the men had gone home, she’d share her insights with Derek while he was seated deep in her—
Adam’s massive cock pushed in, and she screamed.
Chapter Six
Derek watched in awe as his wife took each of his cousins’ cocks in her pussy and her ass. As far as he could see, both Matthias’s and Adam’s cocks sat buried fully in her. Adam’s minute movement had her clenching, her body going tight. He knew she’d looked beautiful being fucked by his cousins, but he hadn’t known how much or how deep he was going to be affected by it.
The sight fed something deep within, fed and satisfied it. Peace and contentment as he’d never before experienced filled him, and surprisingly, made him horny. Or perhaps that was because of the fetching picture his wife made as one after the other of his cousins fucked her.
His hands itched to wrap themselves around a camera. She deserved to be on paper, her beautifully arching body showcased by the men’s heavier builds, the image preserved for eternity. He wanted to capture her womanly essence and show her just how lovely she was this moment—a woman being loved by her men.
As he continued to watch the gripping sensual tableau in front of him, he decided, maybe later. This first time, he just wanted to enjoy and absorb the scene and imprint it in his mind and soul.
He gave his erect, aching cock a loving stroke, then a
nother. He couldn’t wait to have his turn. He was so hard he was tempted to ease himself, but the thought of being in Carly, of being inside her sweet, hot pussy made him stay his hand. For the moment, he was content to watch and admire her slim, fair form sandwiched between his cousins’ bigger, darker bodies, and observe the sublime rapture on her face with satisfaction.
He’d been furious when he caught her with a very naked Adam in the kitchen. The sky seemed to fall around him then. All that reverberated in his mind was a denial that it was happening again, that for the nth time, his woman had chosen his cousin. Again. Only this time, the pain was worse. Because he’d given his heart and soul to her. Because he’d loved her.
His misery and fury was such that he hadn’t registered Adam’s foolish grin, and his disbelieving mind couldn’t understand her when she’d said she rejected Adam. Yet, his hopeful heart wanted to jump on her words, take them as true, despite evidence to the contrary. As reflex, he’d looked to Adam, and only when his cousin had given confirmation that his mind had accepted it.
And when it did, relief had overwhelmed him. Relief and love and…freedom.
Carly’s moaning cries of delight brought him back to the present. “Harder. Fuck me harder…Yes, ram those cocks in me! Ah…”
His eyes focused to see his wife being thoroughly pleasured, as Adam and Matthias thrust and withdrew in counterpoint. His cock hardened further as he watched, his breathing quickening in tandem to their pace, which increased as they found their rhythm, their movements a study in grace. And Carly—he couldn’t take his eyes from her—his beautiful wife took it all, her body absorbing their fierce invasion, welcoming their desperate plunges.
Matthias captured a breast in his mouth, and Carly threw back her head and opened her mouth for a scream, in time to have Oliver thrust his cock into her mouth. She accepted him, her mouth slacking as she allowed him to guide her head, his hand buried in her hair.
The view held Derek immobile, mindless. Only his physical senses worked as he soaked up the perfect vision of Carly being penetrated on all three holes by men he loved and trusted. Desire raged in him, lust overtook him. He wanted to bury his cock in her and rut until ecstasy swamped them both. Then do it all over again. And again. Until neither of them could walk.
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