“You sure you can take it?”
There’s an undercurrent in his voice, a slight smugness that feels like a dare. Big bad Colby daring me to fuck him even though it might hurt.
I’m willing to take a little pain when I know it’s going to be iced with a whole mixing bowl of pleasure.
“I took your brothers, didn’t I? How much proof do you need?”
“No proof,” he says, smiling darkly. “In fact, maybe your mouth needs a little more cock. I could fuck the sass right off your tongue.”
“Go on then,” I say, sticking my tongue out defiantly. Colby smirks, running his hands up the inside of my thighs, pressing them wider. “I could, but then again, I’ve been waiting for this pussy for way too long.” He bends, breathing in my scent, using the point of his nose to brush my clit, all the while looking directly into my eyes. Wetness trickles out of me, running over my taint, shameful evidence of just how horny his nastiness gets me.
Truth.
I never knew I could be like this with a man, let alone three. I never imagined myself being so brazen. How could I know I had this sexy, demanding part buried deep because neither of my other boyfriends ever pushed my boundaries?
Nice missionary sex was about as stimulating as rubbing lotion into my forearm. It felt okay, but never got me off.
Now I know what it takes, and I feel enlightened but also a little scared. Colby and his brothers know what I need. They don’t require instruction. I’ve found the perfect men who can deliver perfect sex. The only problem is they’re my stepbrothers.
My throat tightens at the thought of walking away after Colby’s turn and never looking back.
Finding someone else to fill their shoes is going to be impossible.
How could I ever ask for the things I’ve discovered I need? How could I tell another man to press his thumb against my asshole as he pushed his cock into my pussy? And how could I find two other men to grip me tightly and stroke me softly, whispering how beautiful I am and how perfect I feel under their palms? How could I ever find the courage to explain what I want and what I need? I didn’t even find the courage to get me here. Dares got me to this place of absolute physical bliss. Dares brought me the first signs of heartache.
Is it possible to find perfection once and then match it later? I don’t think so.
“Concentrate,” Colby barks, noticing that my mind is whirring away from what he’s doing.
His hand moves to my throat and grips it with just enough pressure to get my full attention. “Watch while I fuck you. Watch while I turn this slick pussy inside out. I want to see your face when I make you come.”
“Yes,” I whisper because I want that too. I want everything he’s saying and everything he’s doing; Sebastian’s hand on my breast and Micky’s clever fingers pinching my nipples. I want the thickness of Colby’s cock to rub the bundle of nerves inside me that only my stepbrothers have been able to find.
“Tell me how it feels,” Colby says.
“Good,” I hiss as he squeezes just a little tighter. My head swims, and he speeds his thrusts.
“Your pussy feels so tight and slick. Perfect for my cock.”
“Mmmmm....” I moan as his pelvic bone slides over my clit.
“That’s it, Ellie. You’re such a good girl taking my cock. You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked while my brothers watch. Letting three men play with your body and ravish and ruin you for any other man.”
All-knowing-Colby keeps moving, keeps grinding his hips, and I get lost in the push and pull, my head spinning and my body climbing until I’m almost there, almost free.
“Oh god,” I call out.
“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Come around my cock,” he growls.
Sebastian moves to suck on my nipple, tugging it into his mouth in the same rhythm as Colby’s thrust, and Micky presses his thumb between my lips, completing the ring of dominance that I need to trip my switch.
And that’s it.
That’s everything I need to find my bliss.
Throwing my head back and arching my spine, I come again, but this time it goes on and on, my pussy clamping down around Colby’s working cock, clit fluttering like the wings of a hummingbird. I see stars behind my eyelids, flashing like the lights on the Red Devil dancefloor. Blood pounds at my temples, and my entire face feels hot. And all the while, Colby thrusts and thrusts, never breaking his flow, somehow keeping control through the most intense orgasm the world has ever seen.
Colby’s hand releases my throat, and Seb and Micky drop my feet to the bed. I’m still breathing fast, my heart racing when I feel Colby’s weight on me and then his lips pressing to my cheek. He kisses my jaw softly, grinding closer, hitching one of my legs over his arm so he can move deeper. My insides ache at the penetration, but I don’t complain because when I open my eyes and look at him, he kisses my lips, and everything slips away.