And a spanking? Yes, please!
But somehow, all at once, it was as if I had a hit of some serious drug. The pleasure that swamped me was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. My skin tingled. My pussy ached and literally dripped. My clit throbbed. Even my ass, which had never experienced any sexy times, clenched and felt empty. My nipples tightened to almost painful points and when Axon did some magical swirl or press on my g-spot, I died. My muscles went taut, my breath caught, then I screamed.
Finally, finally, I caught my breath, came down from it, but only a little.
Need coursed through me. Desire so potent I could almost taste it. It was as if I were in heat.
“What. Was. That?” I asked, grinning. I opened my eyes, saw the three of them staring at me as if I were part of an all-you-can-eat buffet. Axon sli
pped his finger from me, lifted it to his lips and licked it clean.
“What you get from your mates,” Zed growled. My hand was still firmly wrapped around his cock but I’d completely forgotten to continue to stroke it as I came. “You want more?”
I licked my lips, nodded.
“Then ride my cock.”
I glanced down at the hot, hard-as-steel cock in my hand. I couldn’t wrap my fingers around the shaft and when I slid up the length, I watched as the vein pulsed. Bumping the broad crown, I licked my lips and wondered what he tasted like.
“I decide where my cock goes, mate, and I want it in your pussy.”
My gaze flicked to Zed’s. While he was calm, I could see the tick in his strong jaw. His cheeks were flushed; I knew he was restraining himself. I didn’t want that. I wanted all that dominance, all that intensity focused on me…while I rode his cock. With what I held in my hand on offer, I wasn’t going to argue.
Sitting up, I became annoyed with my pajama top and tugged it over my head, let it drop to…wherever. I didn’t care where it went. I moved to straddle Zed’s waist, then shimmied my hips so that he was aligned. His hands settled on my hips and worked me down onto him. I was so wet it was a quick slide.
I gasped, shimmied some more as my thighs met his. He was so big I was clenching, rippling trying to adjust to being…stretched. Filled.
His eyes flared.
Mine fell closed. There was that heat again, that burst of need. I started to move. I couldn’t hold back. Opening my eyes, I put my hands on his shoulders, lifted and lowered myself on him. Fucked him. It wasn’t enough. I stared at his gorgeous face, realized I was matched to him…that he was mine and I really was riding his cock. Leaning in, I kissed him, our tongues mimicking what his cock was doing.
I might’ve been the one on top, but he took over, his hands lifting and lowering me as he wanted, circling my hips, fast. Slow. Hard. Deep. My breasts bounced, swayed.
“Look at her. Fucking perfect,” Calder said.
“I know. Wait until you taste her.”
I heard movement, but I was too lost to care about what they were doing. That was, until I felt a finger on my back entrance.
My eyes flew open and I pulled back from Zed’s kiss with a gasp. Looking over my shoulder, there was Calder. One knee was on the couch beside my calf and he had his hand…there. His finger picked up my arousal, circled it over my untried hole. I clenched down and Zed groaned.
“She’s mine,” Zed said. “But whatever the fuck you did, Calder, do it again.”
Calder chuckled. “Gladly, as long as this hole is just for me. Mate, have you ever had your ass fucked?” His finger circled, then pressed, trying to get past my resistance.
I shook my head, my hair sliding over my bare shoulders.
His lips settled on my shoulder and he kissed me there, gently. His tongue flicked out, tasted my heated skin. “You taste so good,” Calder murmured.
“Her pussy’s even better,” Axon added.
Zed’s hand came back to my chin, turned my face to his. “Calder may play with your ass, but you will look at me as I fuck you. I will watch your face as you come.”
He lifted and lowered me in a steady rhythm, all while Calder carefully pressed, then slipped into my bottom. It was so good, so hot, so…much, but not enough.
I shook my head, my frustration growing at the intensity of it. “I can’t…I need…”
“What?” Zed asked, his breath becoming ragged.