I screwed down with all might… and his hand abruptly disappeared. I felt the rush of impending orgasm slipping away.
No! Please!
The bed shifted again, this time somewhere below me. I gasped out loud as two strong arms suddenly wrapped themselves around my thighs. I felt my body being manipulated. My legs being pushed apart…
And then the unmistakable pressure of a thick cock being pushed against my opening. Parting me like a glistening flower…
“Or maybe I’ll just call for reinforcements,” Brody chuckled. “So we can fuck you properly.”
Thirty-Five
HOLLY
My eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as a second lover slid into me. He was wonderfully long. Deliciously thick. His hands felt like two steel clamps, holding my legs in place as he rocked into my body.
“Oh… YESSSS…”
I cried the words more than said them. Had I not been wearing a blindfold, they would’ve been accompanied by tears of joy streaming down the sides of both cheeks.
Thank God!
Brody’s cock slid from my mouth. It laid there heavy against my cheek, sawing back and forth across my face as my new lover began really fucking me.
“You good now, baby?”
Brody asked the question lovingly, while caressing my face. I moaned greedily in response. The pleasure between my legs was total now. It scratched that unreachable itch, obliterated that unquenchable ache of longing. I hooked my legs behind my mystery paramour’s back, realizing by the thickness of his torso and the rhythm of his strokes exactly who it was…
“Lincoln…”
The blindfold came off, and I was staring into Brody’s grinning face. “How’d you know?”
“You all have your own style,” I chuckled, looking down my body. Now that my eyesight
was back, I wanted the visual. I needed to save it.
Lincoln winked at me from between my legs. He didn’t stop fucking me though. “You also had a 50/50 shot,” he pointed out. He shrugged his big shoulders. “Just sayin’.”
“I know,” I smiled in satisfaction. “But you’re all just… different.”
“Oh yeah?” asked Brody. “Who’s style’s the best?”
“Mine,” I purred, rolling my head back.
Oh.. Oh fuck…
My climax hit me like a freight train, rocking my body with wave after wave of sweet, orgasmic release. Lincoln did the right thing by picking up the pace. He screwed me harder and faster, digging so deep it made me delirious with pleasure. My grunts became animalistic. I was moaning, groaning. Screaming…
“Ohhhh… Ohhh please…. Don’t stop…”
It was a needless worry. As I floated back to reality, my extended climax spun itself out into another series of contractions — a second orgasm, even bigger than the last.
And Lincoln fucked me through that one, too.
My mind was a haze of sex-fueled euphoria. My body a piece of clay, to be molded and shaped and positioned in their hands.
“Let me take a shot at her for a while,” I heard Brody say. “I’ve been dying to fuck her all night.”
I lay supine and helpless, my arms starting to ache from being spread eagle for so long. Lincoln took pity on me… but only long enough to handcuff my wrists together, behind my back. He pushed me face-down, ass-up on the bed. Then he held me there, so Brody could slide into me from behind.