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Jessica
Oh, my God.
I wasn’t sure when it had happened, but I was lost between my men. For the second time, completely mindless, as only these two seemed to be able to make me. I had no idea when I’d lost control of my body, when I’d lost the ability to reason. Nor did I care.
I didn’t want to think anymore. I wanted to fuck. I wanted to feel like I totally and completely belonged to someone. I was tired of feeling lonely and isolated. I was so tired of facing the world alone. I had no more barriers, no will to resist.
None. I simply floated, flooded with intense satisfaction as I drove my mates harder and faster down my throat and in my pussy. Their attention was laser focused, their naughty words and hard cocks pushing me closer and closer to the edge as I reveled in being what they needed me to be. They needed me wild and eager, they needed me to welcome them, to want their hands and mouths, their cocks and their adoration. I wanted it all, and they were giving it to me, pushing me until my legs trembled and my heart threatened to burst. My ass still stung where they’d spanked me, but even that had just turned me on, the hot sting spreading like a wildfire through my veins. I was on the razor’s edge, and they held me there, on the precipice of an explosive orgasm, not letting me go over, forcing my anticipation to build.
I looked up at my second, Ander, as I deep-throated his huge cock. The taste of his seed was like a drug and I couldn’t get enough. At first, I hadn’t been able to breathe and I’d panicked slightly, but he’d kept his hand on my chin and his eyes on mine. Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, would push my limits but never place me in danger. I gave him my life in that moment, trusting him to let me take a breath, trusting him to keep me safe as I pleasured him.
Once I felt that reassurance, I’d given over to pleasing him, to fucking him with my mouth. He tasted perfect, manly and dark and the hot feel of his cock, pulsing and thick, made me wetter and wetter.
Ander pulled on my hair and I looked up at him, eager to fulfill his desire, to be whatever he needed me to be. He pulled back and wrapped his own fist around the base of his cock. “Suck on the head, mate. Suck it like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted. Suck on it like if you don’t swallow me whole you’ll die.”
I grinned and opened my mouth, pulling the tip of him in and exploring the edges with my tongue as he continued, “If you can’t make me come in the next minute, Nial is going to stop fucking you. He’s going to pull out of that pussy and leave you empty.”
While Ander seemed to be the one in charge, Nial’s cock bottomed out inside me and I felt safe in his protective silence. He was the mountain at my back, my
anchor as Ander was my storm. In this room, and with the Prillon people, Nial had ultimate power, the power of a prince. But if disobeying Ander would cost me the pleasure of Nial’s cock moving deep inside me, I’d do whatever Ander said.
I sucked on him, hard, making him buck and moan until his hand shook as he tried to maintain control. I couldn’t allow that. I needed him to lose himself in me with the same mindless pleasure they’d given me. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to swallow him down and make sure he knew exactly who he belonged to.
What did that make me? A woman eagerly obeying a man’s orders? I’d fought my entire life against this level of submission, but here I was, being fucked by two men like a porn star. I should feel debased, dirty even, from Ander’s words. But I didn’t. I felt powerful locked between them, like a queen holding court with two men so engrossed, so hypnotized by my body, by my mouth and my pussy, by my surrender, that they were losing control.
It was fucking hot. I loved the dirty talk, the taboo way they possessed me together. I was between them, practically skewered by two cocks. I couldn’t go anywhere if I tried, and hell, I didn’t want to try at all. I wanted to own them both. I wanted them unable to look at me without remembering me like this, without wanting more.
Nial took hold of the plug’s base and began to move it in and out of me just as if it were a cock. I was so full. I had every hole filled and fucked and stretched.
I didn’t close my eyes, didn’t turn my gaze from Ander’s. I watched him as I sucked harder, focused on him, obeyed him. I needed him to know I was his, that I wanted him in my body more than I wanted to breathe.
I needed to obey him more than I needed to come.
“I can’t hold out any longer,” Nial growled as his hips slapped against my ass, pushing that plug in deep.
“Jessica,” Ander growled and I pulsed my tongue against the tip of his cock and squeezed down as hard as I could on Nial’s cock in my pussy. Nial groaned and I did it again as Ander gave us all what we wanted.
“Count three thrusts of Nial’s cock, mate, and then come.”
That permission winged through my body like a jolt of electricity and I held off my orgasm by a sheer force of will, my eyes drifting closed as Nial plunged deep.
One.
Ander’s cock swelled in my mouth.
Two.
Nial’s fingers on my hip tightened, his palm gripping flesh that still tingled from the spanking.
Three.
Nial slammed hard against me, filling me completely. When I felt the hot jet of his seed filling me, I came.
Ander groaned as he let go of his cock and pushed deep once more, hitting the back of my throat as the pulsing of his own seed slid straight down, warming me like a shot of whiskey.
Their seed filled me and I lost my balance as wave after wave of pleasure coursed over me, my nipples tightening, my inner walls clenching around both Nial’s cock and the plug in my ass. I tasted Ander’s tangy flavor on my tongue as the hot wash of their essence seeped into me, lulling me and almost drugging me with the hottest, sweetest pleasure.