Ashe stood and stripped off his clothes so his dick stood out, long, thick and proud. A bead of pre-cum oozed from the slit and I leaned forward to lick it up.
He stopped me with a hand. “Oh no. Every drop is going in that pussy.”
Putting a knee on the bed, he moved to the middle and settled, gripping me at the waist and lifting me up so he could straighten his legs.
I straddled him, his cock nestled between us. My bra was uncomfortable so I reached back, undid the clasp and shrugged it off.
“Better?” he asked, cupping my breasts in his big hands.
I nodded, moaned as he tugged on my sensitive nipples. He had to feel how much I liked it since I just dripped all over him.
“Up you go. Let’s get your cr
ammed full, sweetheart.”
I went up on my knees as his hands slid to my waist, helping me settle on him, then lower, taking him all the way to the root.
We both groaned. He was big, so big and deep. I loved it this way because I could take so much of him. I leaned down, kissed him, my breasts pressing into his chest.
“Good girl,” Sam said. “Stay right like that.”
I felt the bed dip as he moved behind me. Cool, slick fingers pressed against my back entrance, then slipped inside. Two at once.
I gasped into the kiss. It didn’t hurt, quite the opposite, but it was…weird. The feeling was intense, especially with Ashe already in me. He started to lift and lower me, which only worked Sam’s slick fingers into me deeper. He retreated, added more lube, slid deep. Stretching me, preparing me.
“That’s it, open up. Yes. Fuck, Natalie. It’s time.”
Sam’s fingers slid from me and I heard the slick sound of more lube.
Ashe cupped my chin. “Look at me. I want to see your face when you take us both for the first time.”
My eyes widened as I felt the broad head of Sam’s cock nudging me, then pressing. He was insistent, but careful. I focused on breathing, on relaxing, but it was hard—and so was Sam.
I clenched Ashe’s shoulders, but held his gaze. Sweat dotted his brow, obviously straining to keep himself still.
“Ah!” I cried when Sam popped inside.
“Shit, so tight, sweetheart.”
Carefully, he pushed in, then back, fucking me slowly, carefully. Deeper and deeper until his hips pressed against my bottom.
My eyes were wide as I stared at Ashe, saw the way his mouth turned up.
“Well? How is it being fucked by your two men?”
“You aren’t fucking me yet,” I countered.
Sam pulled back and his cock hit every nerve ending within me.
“Oh god,” I moaned.
As he slid back in, Ashe pulled his hips back. A back and forth motion, one in, the other out. Fucking me.
“That’s it. Take us both. You can’t do anything but feel. Let your men take care of you. Love you. Make you feel so good,” Sam crooned.
Sounds of our ragged breathing filled the room. Slick sounds of fucking, too. This was it, the most amazing thing. Sex made the bonds of love strong, but this, with both of them, was the most intense thing I’d ever felt.
Just like Sam said, I couldn’t do anything but feel. And come.