I'd never been able to come from penetration alone before, but these men… They did things to me. Like their bodies were perfectly designed just for me.
"Come around my cock," Cass ordered. "Come right now or you'll get more than a paddling."
I wasn't sure what 'more' he had in mind. Didn't have time to think about it as a wave of bliss swallowed me whole, washing over my entire body.
Starting at my toes and flooding all the way through me, all I knew was pleasure, and two cocks pumping into me.
Cass followed right behind, leaning down to bury his face in my hair, muffling his groans as he thrust faster and came.
"So fucking good," he moaned. "So good…"
He sagged over me for a couple of minutes before rolling off and lying beside me.
"Boner, fuck her pussy."
"Will you paddle me if I don't?" Boner asked.
Cass looked at him for a moment before reaching over to grab the paddle back up. "On your stomach."
"Yes sir!" Boner pulled his cock out of my mouth and lay down between me and Cass, his ass in the air.
"Fuck," Cass breathed softly. His cock was already half-hard again. He sat up, readied the paddle and slapped it down against Boner's ass cheek.
"God yeah," Boner groaned. "Again."
Cass's eyes narrowed. "I decide." He still brought the paddle down on Boner's ass again, harder this time. Hard enough that Boner's eyes visibly watered.
"I think I'm going to be a bad boy more often," Boner moaned. "Can I fuck Harlow's pussy now?"
"Please," I said softly. I'd come once already and Cass' release was still leaking from me, but I wanted—needed to feel him inside me.
"Please what?" Cass snapped, aiming the paddle at me.
"Please, sir," I corrected myself.
"Do it." Cass pointed the paddle in the direction of my needy pussy.
Boner rolled me onto my stomach, pushed me up until my hands were gripping the headboard, right above where they were tied. My knees pressed against the mattress. He bracketed my hips with his hands and slammed into me from behind.
"Oh, fuck you feel good." He pulled out and slammed back in again. "So hot and wet." He reached around to rub my clit while thrusting into me.
"Make her wetter," Cass said. "Fill her up."
"Yes, sir." Boner thrust faster and harder, his strokes over my clit increasing speed and intensity until we were both tipping over the edge, coming loudly with the perfect friction.
His arms around me, Boner held me on my knees, waiting for both of our pulses to slow.
"I'm not done," he whispered. "I want to fill you up more. Tell me you'll let me. Trust me?"
I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I did trust him. So far, he'd given me no reason not to. And lots of reasons why I should.
"I trust you," I whispered back.
"Such a good fucking girl," he said softly.
A moment later I was filled with a rush of liquid heat. Like a warm current of water deep inside me. Flushing everything away before trickling out down my legs.
Boner sighed with satisfaction. "I've always wanted to try that."
