His lips descended upon hers, and she felt him smile. “No, Maddie. I want you to feel it. This is about your pleasure. Let me give it to you.”
Well, who was she to argue with that?
He skimmed his arms down her sides and around and down to her ass, his fingers pressing gently against the plug filling her ass. His cock pressed against her stomach, and its virile hardness made her anticipation soar. She needed him.
Suddenly, he grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her so she straddled his lean hips. His long, thick cock plunged into her in one hard shove, and she wrapped her legs wrapped around him, securing her body against his.
“Dalton!” she screamed, the feeling of having her pussy stretched so far overwhelming her. “Ohhh, I–I’m—”
“Come all you want, Maddie” was his rough reply as he started fucking her with hard, deep strokes.
She felt every inch of him as he plundered her, fucked her with his soul-deep intensity, and he filled her so much that her pussy struggled to accommodate him. She loved it. She loved the exquisite combination of pleasure and pain, the way he was too big for her. He always positioned his hips so that her clit rasped against him, and it took less than a dozen strokes for her to come, chanting his name like a prayer.
He kept at her, his growls and groans inflaming her lust for him. His cock pressed back against the butt plug, making her feel so full that she never wanted to be empty again. But what she really wanted was Garrett’s cock in her ass. It was not complete without him.
“Garrett,” she cried out, “I need you, too.”
“My pleasure,” Garrett said from right behind her.
Dalton stopped his thrusts, and she felt Garrett pulling the plug out of her.
“Take off the blindfold. I want to see you now. I don’t want to miss anything.”
Garrett chuckled. “All right, Maddie. What the lady asks, she shall receive.”
The silk fell away from her face, and she blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light. When she focused, she saw Dalton, his eyes glowing with an inner brightness that only he had. The power in his gaze was as palpable as his physical touch, and she watched as an erotic grin spread across his face as he slowly withdrew only to tunnel back inside her, so painfully slow.
“You ready, Maddie?” Garrett asked, his cockhead poised between her ass cheeks.
She sucked in a breath between her teeth. “Yes. Fuck me. Love me. Both of you.”
“Our pleasure.” Garrett’s voice was guttural now, and she almost did not recognize it. She turned her head so she could see him out of the corner of her eye, and she was not disappointed. His muscles bunched from holding himself in check as he pushed his dick inside her. She could not get over how much it turned her on to see the physical evidence of his desire to not hurt her. She loved watching as their muscles bunched as they held themselves over her, how their abs rippled and their hips swung as they fucked her.
The sensation of Garrett’s cock sliding into her stretched her body to the point of pain, but Dalton reached down and flicked her clit with his thumb, giving her enough pleasure to balance it out. Soon, though, the pain morphed into pleasure, and the feeling of both of their cocks inside her, filling her, completing her, made her body thrum.
“Please!” she cried. She could not take any more teasing, any more going slow.
“You want us to fuck you, Madeline?” Dalton asked as he tormented her clit with his thumb.
“Yes!” She was not sure what she was saying yes to—Dalton’s question or his thumb.
Garrett’s fingers kneaded the globes of her ass cheeks, and his firm yet tender ministrations loosened her up a little more, letting Garrett’s dick sink that final inch into her ass, He groaned behind her, his breath fanning out between her shoulder blades.
“I’m in, Maddie. You squeeze me so tight. Fuck.”
She felt herself stretching around them, her body trying to accommodate them, and then Dalton pulled out and surged back in, starting their deep, heavy rhythm. There was not a place inside her they did not fill with themselves, and she was never empty. When Dalton pulled out, Garrett shoved his cock into her. On and on it went, her body overwrought with sensation and pleasure. The base of Dalton’s dick rasped against her clit with his every stroke, and Garrett kept hitting that special spot inside of her ass that intensified every single touch, stroke, kiss.
Dalton’s face was a mask of rigid control, but his eyes were wild, and his touch was rougher than it ever had been. But she wanted him to lose it all. Holding his savage gaze, which was hard to do with how hard they fucked her, she taunted him.
“Is that all you’ve got, Dalton?”
His eyes narrowed, then a feral grin spread across his face. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
He held her hips with both hands now and kept her still as he rammed his cock into her, faster, harder, deeper, and Garrett followed suit.
Yes!
Her body gloried at their animalistic, uncontrolled intensity. Gone was their smooth, practiced finesse. They were rutting with her like wild beasts, and she loved it. This was what her men were really like under their expensive suits. They were savage, wild, and untamed, and she marveled at how she was the only person in the world who knew them for who they truly were. She gave herself up to their primal need for her and opened her mind and senses to them, feeling them more than she ever had before.
The storm gathered between her legs before she realized it was there. The pressure from their cocks blended with the piercingly sweet sensation of Dalton’s cock hitting her clit.
“Ohh, I’m close,” she moaned.
“Just go with it, babe,” Garrett said as he surged into her.
So she did. Her body was taken up in a whirlwind, her clit firing wave after wave of pleasure through her blood, and then Garrett hit that spot in her ass one more time, and it amplified her orgasm, making her vision go white as she came and came, her body shaking with the powerful force of her orgasm. The intensity scared her. It felt so good that it was almost painful and sharp, and it seemed never to end. She kept flying up and up, her body tingling and pulsing and bursting with decadent, erotic sensation.
“Shit, you’re squeezing me hard, Madeline. Fuck, yes.” Dalton rammed into her harder, higher, prolonging her climax and torturing her with pleasure.
They kept fucking her, their cocks growing harder inside her. They were close. She sensed it in their faster strokes, in the almost desperate way they surged into her. Their guttural groans and growls reached her ears, and she knew it would be any second now.
Then Dalton shifted her hips somehow, and off she flew again as he pulsed inside her. He gripped her tight, his fingers digging into her flesh, and she tightened her pussy around him, milking him.
“Fuck!” The tendons in Dalton’s neck stuck out, throwing shadows beneath them.
Madeline was right there with him, crying out her release as Garrett slammed into her ass one last time and erupted inside her.
“Maddie, shit. Oh, fuck.” Garrett’s satisfied groan was a balm to her aching body as she came down and settled back into reality.
When she opened her eyes, she saw they were all gasping, sweaty, and spent. It was wonderful.
“Mmm,” she moaned at the aftershocks.
Garrett’s muscular arms surrounded her and supported her as Dalton released her from the ropes. Garrett carried her to the bed on the opposite side of the room and laid her down, massaging her arms as sensation started to return.
“I think I need to rest for a bit,” she said. “That was intense.”
“Yeah.” Garrett grinned at her, his expression the epitome of male smugness. “It was. But I’m up for round two whenever.”
“Of course you would be.” She slapped at his chest, but he caught her hand and held it there.
“I love you, Madeline Spencer.”
Her heart surged. “I love you, too, Garrett.” The bed tipped as Dalton lay down next to her, and their big bodies surrounded h
er, wrapping her in a cocoon of hot, masculine flesh. “And you, too, Dalton.”
Dalton grunted, then kissed her.
“Hey!” she exclaimed. “What about—”
“I love you, too, Madeline. Geez, woman. I just wanted a damn kiss.” He cocked a smile at her, then looked at Garrett. “Did I hear her say she was ready for round two?”
“Wait a second, you two,” she protested. “I just want to lie here for a second. Just to catch my breath.”
Dalton slapped his hand on her hip. “We’ve gotta practice more with you. These breaks are unacceptable.”
“Yeah, babe,” Garrett chimed in, “you’ve gotta be able to go for days.”
“Days, huh? So we’re really doing it, then? We’re getting married and living happily ever after?” It was still so new to her, so mind-boggling.
“Of course we are.” Garrett kissed her damp forehead, then grinned at her. “And you get to pick where we go for the honeymoon, babe.”
“This is such a dream,” Madeline whispered.
Dalton pressed his lips against hers in the sweetest kiss he’d ever given her. “No, love. Wake up and look around. It’s your life.”
THE END
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ava Mitchell grew up on the Texas coast and has had a love affair with words ever since she could read. As an only child for the first seven years of her life, Ava made up stories to entertain herself and drove her mother crazy with her personalized renditions of Alice in Wonderland, Sleeping Beauty, and Peter Pan, just to name a few. Ava firmly believes that a bad day can be cured with dessert and that inspiration can be found anywhere, especially when discussing hunky heroes with her writing partner and dear friend, Sydney Holiday.
Ava feels blessed to have the opportunity to share her words with her readers and would love to hear from them at [email protected].
Sydney Holiday was born and raised in Central Texas. As may be evidenced in her writing, she has a great love of food and baking. She has two small lap dogs, a Pomeranian and a Boston terror, and is lucky enough to be married to a wonderful man with nearly infinite patience.
The eldest child of restaurateurs, Sydney spent much of her youth making up stories to entertain herself while she folded napkins, polished silverware, and refilled water glasses. As an adult, she’s honed her imagination to craft what she hopes are fun and sexy erotic novels. Sydney is working on several romance novels and collaborates with her bosom buddy and sounding board, Ava Mitchell. She hopes readers enjoy her stories as much as she enjoys writing them.
Sydney would love to hear from her readers: [email protected].
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