The Royal's Pet: A MMF Ménage Royal Romance
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“Yes, just… give me a second…” Ben pants.
“Tell me when,” Roland encourages. Just the same way Ben took care of me the first time he was in my tight place.
I coax Ben to relax with my tongue lapping over his. The bodyguard doesn’t give up control easily. But then he starts breathing again, his jaw slackens, and I feel his manhood start to throb in my hand.
When Ben says, “Okay,” his voice is hoarse and lust-soaked. The sound makes my pussy buzz with need. My libido is catching its second wind at the sight of these two.
“Bloody hell, Ben, you feel so good,” Roland moans.
“So do you,” Ben sighs as his body rolls into each of Roland’s thrusts.
I’m positively soaking the chaise again. I’m tingling from my peaked nipples to the arch of my feet. I can’t sit on the sidelines anymore. I need them. I jump off the chaise, rip off a second condom, and peel it out of its packet before climbing back in front of Ben.
“May I, sir?” I ask as I tease the condom over the tip of his manhood. Because good pets ask for permission before climbing on their master’s cock.
Ben opens his eyes, and when they meet mine, those ebony coals flash. “Yes,” he growls.
I climb Ben like a tree and wrap my legs around his waist. My feet touch Roland, and my heels catch on his hips. I hug Ben and get a handful of Roland’s hair. They’re so tight together, I can’t reach for one without holding both. And I love it. I lower myself onto Ben. My pussy is so greedy for him, I waste no time getting him all the way inside of me.
Ben and I gasp in unison. It feels good—so good—to have him angled deep inside of me. It makes my very toes tingle. My pussy clamps around him, and I struggle not to cum right away. He, too, seems to be teetering on that edge because he lets out a fierce growl. In one sweeping motion, he grips my thighs tightly around him, sets my ass down on the arm of the chaise, and passionately punishes the soft skin of my throat with his teeth. I’ve never seen him lose control like this and—fuck. It’s hot.
I cry out and tug on a fistful of Roland’s hair. Roland moans in return—we’ve all lost the ability to form comprehensive sentences. I feel Roland, I feel his thrusts, I feel how the forward motion of his hips sheaths Ben deeper inside of me. Roland drives into Ben, Ben drives into me, and I’m doubly fucked. The three of us move in tandem, one perfect, synchronized wave of hands and lips and sweat and sex and love and trust.
My orgasm is so powerful that it nearly blinds me, a burst of white-hot light exploding behind my eyes. My boys moan, and their bodies jerk and twitch and throb as they climax with me, the three of us reaching our peak as one.
When it’s done, we collapse like dominos, Roland and I making a steeple against Ben. I kiss Ben’s chest, I hear Roland’s lips on Ben’s throat, and Ben just pants and swears under his breath until I hear the rapid thud of his heart begin to slow. I find Roland’s lips and kiss him in a lazy, satisfied way, savoring the warmth of his swollen lips. Ben shudders as we kiss, and I feel his spent organ rebound and twitch inside of me.
“I love you,” Roland sighs to both of us, always incredibly affectionate in postcoital bliss. “I love you, I love you.”
“Love you, too,” Ben and I say in tandem, and then our eyes meet and we share a smirk, as though we’re in on some secret—because how perfect, that I love him, and he loves him, and we love each other, and how did we get here, and who even cares, because this feels so right, and nothing has ever, will ever, feel this right.
“Do you want me to pull out?” Roland asks.
“In a minute,” Ben murmurs, and I’m grateful for that, because I don’t want to leave this, either.
Not ever.
I’m here, right where I belong. A couple months ago, you couldn’t have convinced me to stay in the same zip code, let alone with the same man. Now, I never want to be anywhere else, or with anyone else. I fit, like a puzzle piece, between these two men, with these two men, belonging to these two men.
I’m theirs. And they’re mine.
Their royal pet.
Forever.
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About the Author
The average day in the life of Adora Crooks involves sobbing about fictional characters, spoiling her nutty mutt, and watching Dr. Phil with her beloved. Adora lives off of coffee, chocolate, and book reviews. She lives in New Orleans and daydreams about dirty romances with happy every afters.
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