“I can’t—” I don’t know what I was going to say. Can’t take it? Can’t have another orgasm? Because those were both lies.
Marz seized one of my breasts in his massive hand while Vance pushed me to a second orgasm. Marz kissed me again, just once, more interested in watching Vance fuck me with mouth and fingers. He plucked and played with my breasts, the intense pleasure he took from watching Vance shoved into my mind like water filling a pitcher. I was empty, their vessel, their desires and emotions so big, so overwhelming, I had no defense against them.
I moaned out their names, each of them sending me a jolt of pleasure when my voice registered in their minds. Their reactions threw me into a spiral and I exploded into Vance’s mouth, his fingers fucking me, the device in my ass swelling, filling me up.
I was about to collapse and neither one of them had fucked me yet. How was this going to work? If I couldn’t take them both yet, and I was pretty sure my sensitive backside wasn’t ready for Vance’s cock, what was I supposed to do?
Vance kissed his way up my body as the aftershocks made me shake. I tasted myself on his tongue, wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him closer. I needed to devour him, chase the hint of uncertainty I felt in his mind.
He thought I would not desire him. He’d said as much, apologized for being ‘ugly’. I flooded his mind with desire. For his touch. His tongue on my body. His kiss. How could I not want him when my body still rocked with pleasure he’d given?
“We’re going to fuck you now.” Marz's fingers traced wet trails down my stomach before dipping into the warmth between my legs once more. He parted my folds as Vance rolled off me, lifting me from the bed as Marz knelt on the mattress.
Somehow, they were coordinating their efforts, their plans. I had no resistance, every muscle in my body lax, no more strength than strands of melted caramel.
Vance turned me so my back was to Marz. Pressed my back to Marz’s chest.
Marz’s hands came around my hips, held me in place as he lowered my pussy onto the tip of his hard length.
Impatient, I wiggled, trying to take him in. Fuck him. Make him mine.
“Do you want my cock inside you, mate?”
“Yes.” I wanted to shout at him to hurry the fuck up, but I let my impatience simmer in my mind, clear and insistent. Knew they would both feel it through the mating collars.
Marz chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking out to trace the sensitive skin of my neck as he watched Vance suck a nipple deep into his mouth.
Marz lowered me just enough to stretch the opening of my pussy. Vance sucked hard, made me whimper. With one swift movement, Marz lowered my body on his cock, stretched me. Filled me up.
I sobbed, my fingers buried in Vance’s hair, locking him to me as my body adjusted to the biggest cock I’d ever taken. The ATD in my ass was still swollen, stuffing me too full as Marz began to move, lifting me, slamming me down on his hard length.
Vance pulled back from my breast with a pop, leaving a wet spot on his lips as he moved lower down to nip at the tender skin above my hip.
Lower.
Marz dropped me onto his cock as Vance’s tongue traced my clit. Sucked. Teased.
My hips bucked in response to this new sensation, but Marz held me in place in front of him, his grip like iron. I couldn’t escape and that fucking made me hot.
Vance licked and nipped. My orgasm rolled over me like a giant wave. I screamed, my pussy spasming around Marz’s cock, my clit caught between Vance’s tongue and teeth.
He tugged gently. Marz thrust hard. My orgasm spiked again, relentless and unending, fed by their pleasure, their lust, desire, need, as well as my own.
My orgasm pushed Marz over the edge, his hot seed filling me, his release an explosion of pleasure in my mind.
Barely lucid, my gaze locked with Vance’s. He was still hard. Still tormented with the need to fuck me. Leave his mark on me. Make me his. Marz lifted me off his cock and lowered my knees so I knelt on the bed. I crawled forward, placed my hand on Vance’s chest.
“Fuck me.” When did I turn into such a brazen wench? Who cared? He needed, I would provide. They were not the only ones in this relationship who would take care of the others’ needs.
He groaned. “I cannot.”
“What? Why not?” Did he not want me? Had I been wrong in reading his emotions?
“I am not your primary male. I cannot give you my seed until Marz has an heir. You are his first.” He reached out with trembling fingers and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I will fuck you. mate. I will fill your ass. I will taste you. Give you pleasure. But I cannot take your pussy. Not yet.”
The scent of arousal filled the air, thick enough to cut with a knife. I looked at his cock. I could work him with my hands. I could take him—maybe—into my mouth. I’d never tried to suck off a guy this big, but the need to taste him drove me forward.
I reached for him.
