Tyson took his time, scissoring his fingers inside of me. Letting my body relax until he could work a third finger into my ass and I push back against Tyson’s fingers, chasing the delicious sensation that made my walls grip Ace.
“More,” I moaned.
“Such a good girl.” Ace growled into my ear, his hands moving to my hips. Shifting me around so that my knees were braced on either side of his hips, and my hands were braced beside his head.
“Ace.” I whimpered.
“Go slow until she relaxes, then you can fuck her good.” Ace ordered, and Tyson nodded, notching himself against the tight muscles of my ass.
His hand moved to grip my hip, the other one at the base of his cock as he worked himself into me. Past the tight muscles that made me burn.
“So tight, Lucy. Oh, goddess.” Tyson hissed, his hand clutching at my hip as he held still.
“She’s fucking perfect, isn’t she?”
“Yes.” Tyson groaned, thrusting deeper inside of my ass.
I wanted to push forward or buck my hips back. I felt full of Tyson, pleasure moving through me as Ace worked his fingers over my clitoris. Trying to take my mind off of the burning pain/pleasure that was building inside of me.
When Tyson was deep inside my ass, he went still, both of his hands moving to my hips. “Are are you okay? Is this okay, Lucy?” he groaned.
I nodded, gently thrusting myself back into him. His breath caught in his throat, and his fingers tensed on my hips, digging into the soft flesh hard enough that I knew I would have bruises.
He pulled out of me, and Ace thrust into me. The rhythm was wonky as they tried to figure it out. Soon enough, though, we all found our rhythm, and I lost myself to the pleasure my mates were building inside of me.
I didn’t know where I began, and they ended. Wanton moans filled the room with the scent of sex, and I realized that the cries were coming from me.
Bracing my hands on Ace’s chest, I pushed myself up, so that I was riding his cock. My back pressed tightly against Tyson’s chest. His hands moved around my body to massage my breasts.
“That’s right. You like taking us both. Don’t you?” Ace growled from beneath me, his eyes growing dark as he got closer to the edge. His movements grew rougher with each flex of his hips.
“Yes,” I keened, bringing my hands up to cover Tyson’s hands. Making him squeeze my breasts harder.
“Then come for me, Lucy.” Ace growled. “I’m going to fill you up with my come.”
“Tyson,” I moaned as he squeezed my breast.
His breath was hot against my ear. His hips stuttered, and I could feel the wave of his orgasm rushing through me, driving me closer to the edge. I gripped his hand, moving it down my body.
Showing him how I liked to be touched, how I needed him. I worked his fingers over my clit, feeling everything inside of me tense up. My eyes slipped closed, and flecks of gold painted across my eyelids as I came, my pussy and ass milking both of their cocks.
Tyson cried out behind me, his hand tightening on my breast as his movements grew frantic. My name fell from his lips as he came inside of me.
Ace followed, his cock twitching deep inside of me before painting my walls with his release. The three of us collapsed together onto the bed, each of us panting and trying to catch our breaths.
“Fuck, that was-” Ace started to say, but I cut him off.
“Amazing, fucking amazing,” I said, opening my eyes.
“I hope it’s always like this,” Tyson asked, his voice quiet behind me as his penis grew soft inside of my ass. I rolled my hips, letting them both slip from my body.
“Only with her.” Ace said, and my heart fluttered at his words. Rolling over, I went to look back at Tyson when I spotted a face at the window, making me shriek. Tyson’s eyes darted to the window before he grabbed something, covering himself.
A growl ripped out of me as she quickly turned her face away. “Fucking Melana,” I growled, climbing off Ace and stalking toward the window.
Chapter seventy-two
Melana