I grind into him, losing myself in his thickness as he swells inside of me, making me flutter in pure delight.
I love the way he feels inside me. I’ve never felt so complete, so whole.
It’s like that with them both. Although our last session had to be quick, Hunter knows how to get my pulse going. He’s bloody good with that tongue.
But shy little Patrick on the other hand... Albeit more reserved, he knows how to use those fingers, and I wonder who taught him.
It definitely wasn’t Hunter. Maybe my humble lover read about it in a book?
A hot book, I bet.
He’ll have to show it to me sometime...
I plant my feet onto the bed next to get a better angle, but then Paddy digs his fingers into my hips, changing the trajectory of my thrusts, and fuck...
That hit the right spot. Now stars sparkle around my periphery, and I begin to mewl and whimper, thrusting faster and faster.
I bet he calculated that move too, thenerd...
I’m racing toward my peak. It’s just in sight, that sharp precipice up ahead, and I’m about to go completely over the edge. I just need to get there faster.
At once, I envision Brent’s gleaming, silver eyes, and the blood rushes through my head as I edge closer.
Then Hunter’s flaming, orange orbs fly up before me and sweat works its way down my spine. It drips down the groove of my back, collecting in the dimples above my ass, and I’m almost there...
My heart’s thumping a mile a second. Even Silver is lost in the pure rapture of the moment, panting like a bitch in heat right along with me.
We’re both loving this.
Patrick’s face is a mask of sweat, and when I open my eyes and peek into his, that’s when I break apart.
I release all over him, throwing my head back as I dig my claws into his chest, leaving pink marks. Paddy follows suit, emptying his balls inside of me as I clench around his cock.
Holy shit.
Another orgasm rocks through me, chasing the heels of the last one, and then I’m hit again and again, each wave bigger and sweeter than the last.
I can’t help myself anymore. I bare my teeth, lean down, then clamp my jaws around his neck.
Patrick responds in kind, his own fangs tearing into the tender flesh of my throat as we draw each other’s blood, and I think it’s about time we got our own place once we get back home.
I want to do this twenty-four seven.