When Wilder curled his finger in time with the flicks of his tongue on my clit, I tensed, held my breath, stared up at the ceiling. “Oh my god. What. Was. That?”
King chuckled. “If I had my guess, Wilder found your g-spot.”
“Do it again,” I said, my breathing ragged. I lifted my head, looked down my bare body at Wilder. His gaze was fixed on mine and the sight of him between my parted legs was just so wicked. “I know I’m not supposed to be bossy, but I need that. Whatever, the swirly thing is. God, I need you to do that again.”
Wilder lifted his head. “That good, huh?” His lips were glossy, his chin shiny. I knew I was so wet but seeing it was really hot. His finger curled.
“Oh, yes.”
He did it again, and again and brought his other hand around, brushing his thumb through my slick folds, then over my clit.
I yanked on my restraints, the feel of his thumb like an electrical current. King cupped my breasts, tugged on the nipples, flicked the rings.
The thumb disappeared from my clit and I whimpered, but within a second, I discovered where it had gone. To my bottom. Coated in my arousal, my back entrance was slick and so was his big thumb. He pressed and the way his hand was, he hooked himself right inside. Somehow, I couldn’t give any resistance to keep him out. I stretched around him, felt the twinge of pain, the strange sensations I’d experienced from their finger and plug play before now. But combining it with his finger—no, fingers…he added a second—in my pussy, it was so much better.
“I’m going to come!”
“Good girl,” Wilder said. “You’re going to come and when you do, King’s going to fuck you.”
“That’s right, princess. I’m going to stretch you around my big dick and I’m going to take that cherry. Pop it nice and hard. Make you mine. Then I’m going to fuck you, break you in and then fill you up with my cum.”
I moaned at the words. Between that and Wilder’s fingers, I came. Arching my back, I went taut, screamed. I’d never come like this before, never felt so intense, so hot, so bright. I had no idea what it was going to be like when—
“No!” I cried when Wilder’s fingers slipped from me.
The bed dipped, shifted as I still came and I barely processed that Wilder had moved away, King settling between my thighs, this time leaning over me, aligning his cock and sliding in.
My eyes widened as he stretched me. Then stretched me some more.
“Oh my god.”
I squirmed, shifted, trying to take him all. Deeper and deeper he went as I continued to come. He really did have a pipe in his pants. It felt like I was being impaled on one.
“Fuck, princess. So tight,” King growled, his forehead pressing gently against mine. I felt the hairs of his chest tickling my nipples as he kissed me tenderly. “I’ve never felt anything so good before. You’re coating my dick with all that sweet cream.”
So much for tender. He talked as dirty as could be and it made me drip all over him even more.
My inner walls rippled and clenched around him trying to adjust as he held himself still. I’d seen how big he was. It felt like he was huge. Hot and thick, now I knew why they called it a claiming.
“Why…why aren’t you moving?” I breathed after a minute, shifting my legs, feeling the wiry hairs on his thighs against my calves. He was so warm, hot even. His skin was slick with sweat and the scent of sex and King swirled around us.
King lifted his head, studied me. “I just want to make sure I didn’t hurt you. I popped your cherry, princess, with my big dick.” His voice was deep, clipped, as if it were costing him to speak. I noticed his muscles quivered, his cock pulsed inside me, even though his hips hadn’t moved.
I shook my head just a touch, licked my lips. “You did, but you didn’t.” I took a deep breath, let it out. Not only was it weird to have him inside me, having him on top of me was different. He wasn’t heavy since he was up on his forearms, but his hips were pressed against mine. I felt…pinned. Skewered. “My gyno broke my hymen when she put the IUD in. God, that hurt. So I’m a virgin, but it didn’t hurt like my friends told me it would the first time. And you’re right. Your dick is really big.”
He grinned then. This close, his eyes were a dark, stormy blue and his smile was like heaven.
“Let’s try something,” he breathed, slowly pulling back, the slide of his cock over my newly sensitized tissues had me gasping. When he pushed back in, I groaned.
I couldn’t move my arms, but I wrapped my legs about his waist, crossed my ankles.
“I think she likes it,” Wilder said, settling onto the edge of the bed. Watching.
“I do.” I closed my eyes when King started moving now. Fucking. In and out, a slick slide that hit all kinds of places I never knew existed. “God, it feels so good.” But just looking at King and I knew this wasn’t all of him.
“This isn’t topping from the bottom, really.” I glanced up to the right toward my wrist trapped in a belt. “But you’ve got me tied up. You want me at your mercy. Don’t hold back. I’m not saying red. I’m saying green. Very green.”
King’s eyes flared and then he glanced down my body. “You’re right, princess. But I don’t want to hurt you.”