“I’ve memorized the way he fucks you, Clari,” Ben whispered. “I fist my cock and come shouting when I’m home in my bed alone, remembering how you two look when he fucks your bottom for me.”
“Oh God.” Clari’s arms trembled and she started to lower herself but Dominic stopped her.
“I’ve got to get inside you, Clari,” Dominic whispered, his voice filled with desperate passion. “Ben…”
Dominic lay down and let Ben take over. It showed Clari more than anything how overcome Dominic was by this experience. Ben wrapped an arm around her waist and supported her against his chest as Dominic slid down and positioned his cock underneath them. Ben slowly lowered Clari, moving with her, within her, as she sheathed Dominic’s penis in her cunt. It was tight, tighter than it had ever been.
“God,” Dominic groaned, voicing her thoughts, “you’re so tight, Clari. Christ!” His back arched of the bed as he slid the last inch until he was seated fully within her.
Ben was breathing hard behind her, his arm locked around her waist, holding her still. She felt so full it was just this side of pain, the good side. How she loved the sting of it. She wanted to ride these two cocks until she screamed. She tried to move but both men protested, Ben’s arm tightening, Dominic’s hand flying to her waist to grip her there.
“No, Clari!” Dominic’s back arched again when she squeezed him with her inner muscles, her vagina clamping tight around him. He fell back to the bed with a groan. “I’m not going to last, it feels too good, it’s been too long since I’ve been inside a woman with Ben.”
“Don’t last,” Clari cried out. “I want to feel you fucking me. I want you both to come inside me.” She fought them. “Please, Dominic, please.” She was sobbing, and she didn’t care.
Ben spoke, his voice guttural with the effort to hold back. “She’s right, Dom. Christ, let’s fuck her hard and fast now. We can fuck her again later, slower. But right now I’ve got to give her what she begs for.”
“Do it,” Dominic’s voice lashed out. “Fuck her.” He pulled out and then slammed into her as Ben pulled out and she screamed at the pleasure of it, the pain of it. Ben slammed into her as Dominic pulled out, and Clari sobbed. The two men fucked her roughly, but their movements were smooth, choreographed, as if they’d done this dance before, many times. Clari reveled in their skill and expertise.
Dominic reached down and pressed his thumb against her swollen clitoris, each thrust of their cocks driving her against that pressure.
“I’m going to come, Dominic, I’m going to come,” she chanted, her breath panting, her voice hoarse.
“Yes, angel, do it, come,” he urged her. “I want to feel you squeeze us both as we fill you.”
Clari sobbed out his name as the spasms overtook her, like a wave gaining speed as it sped to shore, only to crash violently upon it. When the peak hit, she screamed again, the sound rough and desperate. She could feel her cunt and her rear strangling their cocks with the force of her orgasm, and both men cried out. Ben came first, slamming into her and shouting. It was the first time he’d come inside her while fucking her. He’d come in her mouth, but he wouldn’t risk it in her cunny, wouldn’t risk impregnating her, the scandal it might cause. But she could feel the heat of his semen as it filled her behind, and it made her clench tight on them again.
“Ben,” she keened, “God!”
Dominic’s neck arched and he gasped. “Christ! I can feel it.” And then his shoulders hunched as he cried out, and Clari felt his cock jerk inside her over and over, felt his cum run out of her and down her thighs as he filled her to overflowing.
It was darkest night when Clari woke to find herself cocooned between the two men. She didn’t remember much after she’d come again from Dominic’s climax. She didn’t feel sticky, so she guessed they’d cleaned her up. She smiled in the dark. It wouldn’t be the first time.
“What are you smiling about, minx?” Dominic whispered in the dark, and she looked up to see him smiling at her. She lay on his chest while Ben spooned her from behind.
“How you two take care of me,” she whispered back, and laid her head down again, listening to his heartbeat.
Dominic stroked her hair tenderly. “The first time I saw you, Clari, a little lost debutante hiding in Merwell’s woods, I knew you were the woman for me. I don’t know how I knew it, I just did. My soul must have recognized yours, seen a spirit and passion that could match my own. By the time I asked you to marry me—”
Clari laughed. “You didn’t ask, you told me I was going to,” she reminded him.
She could feel his smile in the dark even though she wasn’t looking at him. “Fine. By the time I told you you were going to marry me, I wanted you so much, I loved you so much…even if you couldn’t accept what I wanted. I hoped you would be strong enough, brave enough to be free with me, but even if you weren’t, I meant to have you.”
“Oh, Dominic,” Clari said softly and she kissed his chest. “I’ve come a long way from that lost little debutante.” He chuckled. “I was almost too afraid to dare reach for what we both wanted.”
Dominic kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep, my daring debutante.”
About the Author
Reviewers have called Samantha Kane “an absolute marvel to read” and “one of historical romance’s most erotic and sensuous authors.” Her books have been called “sinful,” “sensuous,” and “sizzling.” She is published in several romance genres including historical, contemporary and science fiction. Her erotic Regency-set historical romances have won awards, including Best Historical from RWA’s erotic romance chapter Passionate Ink, and the Historical CAPA (best book) award from The Romance Studio. She has a master’s degree in American History, and taught high school social studies for ten years before becoming a full time writer. Samantha Kane lives in North Carolina with her husband and three children.
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