“If you don’t like this, darling, just let me know,” Kolvar said, piquing my interest at what was about to happen.
His large hands spread my ass as Dakath continued to slowly fuck me, teasing my body with the promise of what was to come. A wet tongue ran along the tight ring of muscle, making me jolt slightly with surprise.
He immediately stopped, but my voice came out breathy and a bit flustered as I said, “Don’t stop. I was just surprised at the feeling.”
His tongue returned, and my pussy clenched as he began to push it inside of me in the same rhythm as Dakath’s cock.
“Yeah, she likes that,” Dakath purred, likely using the way my pussy constricted around him as a source of affirmation.
A moan puffed out of my lips as my lashes fluttered, “Yes, I do.”
Relaxing into the rhythm and with the new pleasure coursing through me, I reached for Elijah’s cock and opened my mouth. Batting my eyes at him, I waited for him to move close enough for me to work his cock as I had Kolvar. I should have known better than to think that he’d ever do what I expected.
His hands wrapped in my hair as he pushed his cock pushed into my mouth, not stopping until his length was deep in my throat, making my eyes water as I fought the urge to gag.
“Breathe through your nose and relax that throat, love,” he instructed in a deep timber that made my pussy flutter with arousal.
My thoughts were hazy with the pleasure coursing through me, leaving me feeling off-kilter and like I was floating in the depths of an ocean of swirling, insistent heat. Dakath’s and Kolvar’s tandem movements pushed me closer toward the peak of pleasure, and impatience for the orgasm that had slowly been building swirled within me. I wanted to shatter for them. Badly.
I relaxed my throat, breathing through my nose as Elijah pulled his hips back before he thrusted into my throat, steadily increasing his pace as he began to fuck my throat in earnest. Tears fell from the corner of my eyes, but it wasn’t sadness that filled me.
I wanted this.
I wanted more.
I wanted everything they had to give me.
Moments later, my screams of my pleasure were only muffled by Elijah’s cock as my orgasm roared through me, turning my body to a tingling mess. He pulled out seconds before Dakath sped up, pounding into me as his grip on my hips tightened.
“Fuck,” Dakath roared out, “I’m going to cum in your pussy, baby.”
My eyes rolled back in my head at the sound of his crude words bristling past his lips. If it was wrong of me to enjoy this so much…Well, I didn’t ever want to be right.
“Yes,” I moaned out, lost entirely to my pleasure. “Finish in me.”
Groans sounded from all three men at my words.
Dakath thrusted twice more before stilling, his cock pumping his release into me.
A sigh of content slipped from my lips as he pulled out, but my breath hitched a moment later as I felt fingers pulsing inside of me, making my hips jerk. I was so sensitive from my orgasm that the fingers pumping inside of me were a slight over-stimulation, but he wasn’t letting me get away that easily.
He draped an arm over my waist, holding me firmly down. A shiver raced down my spine as he murmured, “Can’t waste any of this.” I bit my lip, swallowing a groan as he pumped his cum that was dripping out of me back into me with his fingers.
“Shit,” I huffed out as I felt my body coming alive once more.
There was something so fucking sexy about him pushing it back inside of me over and over that I let out a cry of disapproval when he stopped. A chuckle came from him before he soothed me, “We’ve got you, Ky. We’re not done yet.”
My body felt light as a feather and ready for so much more. I wasn’t sure entirely what they had in store for me next, but I knew I wanted it. Whatever it was.
Hands scooped me up from where I’d practically melted into the bed, positioning me on my knees as Elijah made himself comfortable in front of me. He was lying on his back, shooting an infuriatingly sexy smirk my way.
Curling a single finger at me, he ordered, “Come here, love.”
I wasn’t sure where my brattiness came from, but I crossed my hands over my chest and smirked back. “Make me.”
A sting of tingling, pleasure-filled pain blossomed on my ass as a crack echoed through our room.
Had I just been spanked?
