Madeline swallowed past her arousal and nerves and shook her head. “No. But now you are.”
His nostrils flared, a male scenting his coming victory, and his gaze grew more focused, more intense. “We will have you here. Not now, but soon.”
Oh, the grittiness of his voice, the intensity of his touch, of his eyes, made her cunt more aware of his masculinity than ever. She was sopping wet and aroused beyond belief. Her skin tingled with her desperation for relief, and her clit ached to be touched. She shimmied her hips, and he gripped her ass cheek, making her groan.
Dalton growled. “Don’t tempt me any more than you already are, Madeline. You can’t handle the consequences yet.”
She did not care. She was way beyond that point. Dalton yanked the shirt up the rest of the way, exposing her breasts to them before she knew what hit her. She moved to cover them, and her hand brushed back against Dalton’s hard cock. She stiffened. “Sorry. I didn’t mean…”
But Dalton ground himself against her palm, making her feel his hardness, his imposing thickness. Madeline wanted it in her, now. But Dalton shifted his weight and positioned himself next to her again while Garrett made quick work of her underwear, gripping the waistband and pulling them down her legs and tossing them somewhere in the expanse of the room. When he straightened, his gray eyes locked with hers, and the words bubbled out of her before she could stop them.
“Take off your shirt.” Oh, God, she felt herself turning red. “I just, um, want to see you.”
Garrett grinned down at her and pressed a quick, hard kiss against her lips before pulling away. “Anything you want, babe.”
His hands crossed at the front of his shirt, and she watched, entranced, as he pulled the shirt away from his torso. Madeline’s eyes widened at the sight of his tanned chest, his strong arms, his rippling abs. He looked so powerful, so potent, so masculine, that her body cried out to him, to Dalton, yearning to be filled, fucked, taken. Her nipples hardened into sensitive pebbles at the tips of her breasts, and her pussy swelled and thumped, preparing for the pleasure she needed.
As Garrett lay back down beside her, Dalton’s hand trailed down her side, tracing the indentation of her waist, the rise of her hips, before he pulled her body tighter against his. Lust overwhelmed her, and her skin started tingling.
He pulled her leg over his, exposing her pussy to him and Garrett. Tightening his hold on her, Dalton slid his fingers between her legs and between her pussy lips. She was so swollen for him. She could feel it. He flicked her clit, and she tried to squeeze her legs together, but he held her leg down with his hand. He spread her pussy juice around and around, toying with her thrumming, exposed clit until her back bowed off the bed every time he touched her. The pleasure was so luscious, so intoxicatingly thick as it flowed through her and out of her.
Dalton’s touch was deep and raw in its absolute sexuality. There was no fooling around with him. His intensity speared through her and pinned her in place. He knew exactly how to touch her, when to touch her. He let her come multiple times—small, light orgasms that left her pulse pounding furiously in her temples and coiling her body tighter into itself—but he did not let her fall over the edge of the furious pleasure he created inside of her.
Madeline sat up to let Garrett lift the shirt completely off her body. Hell, even her breasts were swollen with how aroused she was, her nipples sitting like ripe berries on the high mounds.
Garrett groaned and sucked one into his mouth.
“Oh, God.” Madeline’s head fell back onto the pillow, and she lost herself in the wet, swirling sensations of Garrett’s mouth. Every sweep of his tongue shot sparks of jagged pleasure to her clit and her aching, clenching pussy. She writhed between them, pumping her hips against Dalton’s fingers, fucking herself against his hand as she thrust her breasts higher into Garrett’s exquisitely skilled mouth.
The high-pitched gasps streaming from her mouth sounded foreign to her ears. She never made sounds like that. Not even when she was by herself. Her cries sounded shocked and overwhelmed—like a woman on the verge of the biggest damn orgasm of her life—and that was just from Dalton’s fingers. She might die when he finally decided to use his cock on her.
Well, in.
Dalton’s fingers circled around her clit again, but this time he pressed harder as he swirled and rubbed. Madeline’s legs started trembling, and her breathing hitched.
“I–I…”
I’m going to come!
Her lips were too busy opening on a gasp to form the words.
“You’re what?” Dalton’s deep, gritty voice caressed her like a hot breeze on a summer night. “You’re going to come?”
“Mmm,” she muttered as she flicked her hips higher.
Dalton pinched her clit, hard, then nipped her earlobe with his teeth and nuzzled the sensitive flesh under her ear. “Not without my permission.”
The dark undertone in his voice ravaged her insides and made her anticipation soar, made her desperate for more of him and his addictive touch. Dalton’s body shifted next to hers, and he kneeled between her legs, kissing down her body—her ribs, her tummy, her hipbones, the top of her mound. His hot breath fanned over her sensitive pussy lips, and her clit started throbbing to the point of pain.
Holding her eyes with his, Dalton gave her a firm, long lick from cunt to clit.
“Dalton!”
Madeline spread her thighs as far apart as they could go, and she did not even try to fight Dalton when he pushed her knees high and wide, opening her up for his questing, demanding tongue. Her body still hummed from her arousal, her nerve endings tingling and buzzing as she came down only to start climbing up…up.
The tension in her body coiled around itself in her lower belly, and Madeline did not even try to fight it. The way Dalton mastered her body let her know there was no way in hell he would let her take control. She was at their mercy, and she let the pleasure they gave her take over her entire being. She became a thing of feeling, of utter subjugation to the sensations swirling and thundering through her, over her. Dalton flicked his tongue over her engorged clit until the need to come burned like a hot brand between her legs.
She glanced down her body to where Dalton’s dark head lay between her legs, and his hot, intense gaze was upon her, ravishing her just as thoroughly as his tongue and his fingers while Garrett sucked the nipple closest to him, twirling the other with his fingers. The pleasure combined somewhere below her belly button, pulsing, spiraling until she grew crazed with it. She writhed and groaned, but they shackled her to them with their tongues, lips, hands.
Then Garrett pulled away from her breast, leaving the wet, pebbled tip to shimmer in the light. She missed his heat and his weight. But then Dalton spread her pussy lips with his fingers, fully exposing her clit to his laving tongue. She grabbed his head and pulled his face closer to her cunt as she ground her pelvis into him.
Dalton’s growl vibrated against her intimate flesh. “Come now.”
The leash he kept on her pleasure broke with the command, and she flew apart, crying out her release as her body shook from the raw, uncontrolled power of her orgasm. It was overwhelming and felt like nothing she had ever experienced before. Even though she knew her body was completely at the mercy of these two extraordinary men, she felt strangely free and empowered.
When the pulses finally stopped and she slowly drifted back down into her own body, she realized Dalton still stroked her lightly, helping to bring her down and ease her through it.
“You taste so sweet, like the flesh of a fresh, juicy plum.” The erotic lilt in Dalton’s voice almost set her off again.
Her limbs were heavy and numb, tingling and sensitive. But they did not give her time to catch her breath. Dalton went at her with his mouth again, and Garrett lifted her upper body and stuffed a pillow under her shoulders, then kneeled next to her face.
“Open up, Maddie.”
She turned her thrashing head to the side and came face to face wit
h Garrett’s long, thick cock. It was just as extravagantly large as Garrett’s personality, the graceful ridge of it glowing red with his arousal.
Madeline gripped his cock in her palm and stroked it down to the root. His pubic hair tickled the outside of her wrist when she lifted up to lick the drop of pre-cum off the tip of his dick. He sucked in a breath above her, and he ran his fingers through the hair that fell over her face, brushing it aside.
“Oh, yeah, Maddie. Suck me.” Garrett’s thighs shook as he spoke, and when Madeline wrapped her lips around his cockhead and slid her mouth down his thick stalk, his lower belly started to shake as well. Dalton’s tongue flicked over her clit just right, and she moaned around Garrett’s cock. “Shit.”
Madeline glanced up, and Garrett’s eyes were fastened on where he disappeared into her mouth. His face was a mask of rigid control, and his touch was gentle, even though his body told her otherwise. His body told her he was holding back, and she would have none of that. Not while he was in her mouth. Holding his stormy gaze, Madeline gripped him harder and, holding the base of his cock, she sucked her way back to the mushroom tip and swiped the pad of her tongue over it.
Garrett’s head snapped back on his shoulders, and Madeline reveled in her moment of glory until Dalton pushed a thick finger inside of her as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Madeline sucked Garrett’s cock harder to keep from letting go, and he gave a rough groan above her.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it.” Garrett’s hand cupped the back of her neck, and Madeline reveled in her moment of victory. She was slowly undoing him. She sensed it in the way he started bobbing his hips, thrusting his cock into her mouth ever so gently, and the way his breathing grew shallower and sounded as though he were sucking in air between his teeth.
His cock completely filled her mouth to the point that she found it hard to breathe, but the taste of his man flesh, and the feel of his blunt cockhead on her tongue were too hard to resist. She loved the earthiness of going down on him, loved the musky scent of his skin as he grew hotter to the touch. But mostly, she loved the way his muscles tensed and bunched as he moved. His abs were so defined that shadows danced under the ripples of his hard flesh.
She sucked, licked, and caressed Garrett’s cock in time with Dalton’s tongue-lashings against her clit, with the rhythm of his fingers fucking and swirling inside her. Deep in the recesses of her mind, Madeline marveled at how Dalton controlled everything—everyone’s pleasure—with just the tip of his tongue.
Madeline was growing close again. She felt the pleasure rising up in her like a living being, and her body demanded to be sated, but she did not want to be the only one this time. She rose up on her elbow and cupped Garrett’s balls. His virile sac was heavy in her palm, and when she gently applied pressure, Garrett grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth, his strokes shallow and desperate.
Dalton hummed something against her cunt, and Madeline clenched on his fingers, needing to feel fuller, to hold the pressure against her G-spot right there.
Right there!
“Oh, God. Dalton!” she cried as he pushed her right to the edge of the precipice. Her heart sped up again as the storm built in her body, the pleasure so acute, so intense that she almost shied away from it.
“No you don’t,” Dalton growled over her clit. He worked her again, fucking two fingers into her as he pressed his thumb against her clit and rubbed, circled until she pumped her hips to catch more of the overwhelming friction.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come.” Garrett tried to pull away, but she sucked hard on his dick as he erupted on her tongue. She took everything he had to give her, and held his gaze as she swallowed his cum. For a moment, a bolt of electricity flowed between them, and then Dalton did something magically wicked to her clit, and she flew apart.
Garrett’s cock popped out of her mouth as she gasped, and her back arched off the bed. The satisfaction of making Garrett come heightened her pleasure, making this orgasm more intense, even more overwhelming than the last, if that were possible. Never before had she experienced this much pleasure. Apparently the Ellis brothers had no qualms about exploring the number of times a woman could orgasm before they got to the real stuff. She did not even want to think about what they could do with their cocks if their foreplay skills said anything about their other abilities.
When Madeline finally had enough strength to open her eyes, she saw that she had somehow moved down the bed with all of her thrashing. She turned her head and saw that Dalton leaned against the headboard, naked, with his thick thighs spread in blatant sexual invitation. She let her gaze wander lazily down his masculine form, starting at his wide shoulders and down to his muscled chest and his rippled abdomen. A thick vein ran down the center of Dalton’s heavily muscled biceps, but even though he was muscular, he was not overly bulky. Her gaze traveled lower, to the muscular indentations just above his hips. His long, thick cock rose like a club from the thatch of man hair at the base, and his balls, full and heavy, drew against his body with his arousal.
With erotic mischief in his eyes, Dalton reached down and wrapped a big hand around his dick, and Madeline’s pussy watered at the sight of his muscles bulging as he fucked himself for her, his cock so long and thick that he had to use broad, sweeping strokes. His was the most imposing, most virile-looking cock she had ever seen, and it terrified her with its size. The tip of it stretched up to his belly button, and a drop of his pre-cum landed on his muscled abdomen, inviting her to lick it up.
So she did.
Crawling forward until she was face to face with his impressive cock, Madeline let her tongue run over Dalton’s skin as she lapped at him, purposely teasing him with her nearness to get him back for torturing her so exquisitely and to work her confidence up a bit. Dalton’s cock was like a big-girl ride at the carnival, and right now, she did not know if she was woman enough to suck on it, let alone ride it. He was so different from Garrett, who made her feel comfortable with his devilish sexual charm. A few days ago, Dalton had just plain intimidated her with that damn poker face of his, but now she had seen his softer side.
He smelled good, like earthy, sexual man and a hint of his soap. The tang of his skin mixed with his pre-cum made her tongue hungrier for more even as her nervousness mounted at his blank features. The only hint he gave of his arousal was the intensity of his eyes, the way they went from cold jade to a blazing, flashing emerald green
Making sure he watched, Madeline flicked her tongue over the slit in his cockhead, lapping up the seeping pre-cum and savoring his taste. The tendons in Dalton’s neck stood out, and his breathing quickened, but he made no other movements, gave no other signs of his desire, so she wrapped her lips around his tip and sucked while she cupped his balls.
“Shit,” he whispered, clenching his jaw.
She smiled around his cock and got to work, bobbing her head over him, sucking his hard flesh, exploring his silk-over-steel texture. She licked him, used her hands along with her mouth, and worked him until he surged heavily into her mouth, groaning. Whereas Garrett pressed against the back of her neck, Dalton wove his fingers into her hair but did not press or pull, just left them there, stroking her scalp as she stroked him with her mouth, guiding her, encouraging her with his words.
“Just like that, Madeline. Oh, fuck, that’s good.” The desperation in his voice made it more guttural and grating. She loved it.
She sucked harder and moved her head faster, until Dalton groaned with every movement of her tongue. His hips surged under her touch, and she accepted him in the back of her throat, loving the way he no longer held the reins of his control. She did, and she let the knowledge feed her confidence. She took him deeper, then dragged her tongue over him from base to tip and down again. Then, doing something she had never done before, she took one of his balls into her mouth and suckled gently while working his cock with her hand. His back stiffened, and he sat up straighter.
“Madeline.” Dalton gently tugged her hair,
but she moved to the other side and took his cock into her mouth, running her tongue over the bottom of it. He groaned from deep in his chest.
“Keep going, Maddie,” Garrett said, his voice deep and dark. “He’s close.”
She smiled to herself, then pressed her lips against the vein on the underside of his cock, following it back up to the tip. She looked into his face and saw his pleasure-ravaged features and knew Garrett spoke the truth. She sucked Dalton into her mouth again and used her hands, her mouth, her tongue, to work his hard cock until he growled, grabbing her head and fucking himself between her lips, surging, pumping. Then, suddenly, he let go of her and grabbed the sheets below him.
“Aw, fuck! Like that, Madeline.” And then he exploded in her mouth, his cum shooting out of his cock, forcing her to swallow multiple times as he heaved under her. His belly quivered, and his breath sawed in and out of his mouth. But when he looked at her, it was with such fierce possession and power that his reaction did not make him seem spent at all, but rather charged and ready for more.
“You’re amazing,” Dalton said as he panted. “Let’s get out of here and do something special.”
“Like what?” Madeline sat up, bewildered at the sudden change of plans.
“Like a road trip, but Ellis style.” Dalton smiled. “What do you think, Garrett?”
“I think that’s a fantastic idea. Treat this princess of ours the way that she deserves to be treated.”
“But now? I thought we were…” Madeline’s body still clenched with need, a desire to be filled by their cocks, to be completed by them. She pouted, drawing her knees into her chest.
“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Dalton asked.
Madeline let out a heavy sigh and forced herself to look at them as she spoke, no matter how embarrassed she felt. “It’s just that, I thought foreplay was supposed to lead to…you know.”
“Princess,” Garrett picked up her hand and pressed a warm kiss into her wrist, “what makes you think foreplay is over?”
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