“Sax…” she whimpered his name, unable to hold back the unspoken plea raging through her body. “Please…”
“Please what, baby?” His hands held her face steady. “Tell me what you want, Marey. All you have to do is ask me for it. That’s all. Anything you want. It’s yours. ”
She wasn’t going to make it. She moaned at the knowledge that he had known her better than she knew herself. She couldn’t deny it, the pleasure, the edge of pain, or her need for him.
“More…” she mouthed silently.
His thumb smoothed over her lips.
“I have to hear you, baby,” he groaned, compassion and more reflecting in his gaze.
She didn’t want to see that more. That emotion she couldn’t admit to, even to herself.
Behind her, Daniel continued to move, each stroke breaking her control further. She was full, yet she was empty. She needed more, needed that something that would push her over the edge and send her screaming into climax.
“Fuck me,” she demanded roughly, driving back on Daniel’s cock as his hold slackened.
Instantly, a light, reproving smack was delivered to the curve of her buttock.
Sax chuckled as she jerked, snarled and drove back again. Another smack sounded on the opposite cheek. It was making her crazy. How the hell was she supposed to survive this, to hold on to any part of her heart if he kept forcing her to relinquish so much to him?
“Sax, fuck me. ” She tossed her head, jerking from his hold, tossing her head in demand. “Damn you, fuck me now. ”
Chapter Eleven
“Easy, sweetheart. We’re going to do this slow and easy…”
Together, Daniel and Sax had eased her up, keeping her impaled on the cock penetrating her ass as Sax stretched out on the couch beneath them. Her legs spread, knees bent as together they began to lower her.
How they kept her suspended in such a way, she didn’t know and she didn’t care. All she knew was finally, finally, Sax’s cock was tucking against the folds of her pussy, pressing against the weeping entrance as she was lowered by slow degrees.
Daniel’s erection throbbed in her ass, filling her so full that she feared Sax would never be able to work his inside her convulsing pussy. But slowly, by smooth, thick degrees, he began to fill her, working in and out as Daniel had done, forcing her muscles to stretch, her cream to flow faster and slicken his way until he slid into the very depths of her.
Her head lay against his chest, her arms around his neck, and she swore she wasn’t crying as she listened to his crooning words.
“So good, baby…hot and sweet…so fucking tight… That’s it, love, take all of me now. All of me, Marey…”
He had all of her.
“Sax. ” She was dazed, weak, despite the fires erupting from nerve ending to nerve ending and the pleasure-pain consuming her.
“That’s okay, love,” he whispered. “Just lay there. We’ll do the rest. ”
They began moving then. Perfect, practiced moves that drove Sax’s cock deep in her pussy as Daniel retreated from her rear, only to then have Sax retreat as Daniel pumped inside her ass. At first, their movements were slow and easy, allowing her to accustom herself to the fullness, the hunger. Allowing the inferno building from the dual penetration to destroy her mind.
She couldn’t just lay against him, she fought the arms that held her close, her hips writhing, struggling to increase the strength of the thrusts as the sensations began to grow, to build, to tear through her body until every inch of her flesh was sensitized, pulsing, waiting…
When it came, she screamed. The words that escaped didn’t matter, the tears ran down her cheeks unheeded, all that mattered was the release exploding through her, deep, brutal detonations that convulsed her quaking pussy and sent her cream spilling past the cock shuttling hard and deep inside her. She was consumed by it, destroyed by it, barely able to understand that the men filling her were finding their own release as well, pumping her body full of hot semen, sending another series of contractions ripping through her.
Finally, she collapsed wearily on Sax’s chest, her body still shuddering almost violently as she felt Daniel ease slowly from her rear, his hand sliding over the curves gently as Sax whispered soothing nonsense at her ear.
“I’m going to shower, buddy,” she heard Daniel breathe out roughly. “Should I stay or go after I’m done?”
“Hang around,” Sax grunted. “We need to talk. ”
The words drifted around her as she lay against Sax, feeling him ease from her, holding her close as he lifted himself from the couch then swung her in his arms.
She was only distantly aware of the trip upstairs, or of how he washed her tenderly before tucking her into his bed. She curled beneath the blankets, into his pillow and let sleep overtake her.