“No one is stopping you.” I bite his bottom lip, and yelp as he takes me to the ground, grinding his erection between my legs.
I clench at his back, his shoulders, his neck—unwilling to break contact in case he isn’t real. In case it’s all a lie. I’m soaked through my panties, and his fingers dig into my hips, positioning me to add more pressure from my clit to his cock, then rocking along its length.
I gasp into his mouth.
Dessin grunts. The sound like two fingers massaging me between my legs.
“I have dreamed about this for years,” I mewl.
Dessin slides my panties off, clutching them in one hand, and brings them to his nose.
“God-fucking-dammit, I love your scent when you’re turned on.”
I grin up at him; hair puddled around my head among the fallen red leaves and weeds of the earth.
Right as he pushes his cock halfway inside me, Dessin pauses and begins dissociating.
“What’s wrong?” I pant.Please, don’t stop.
He breathes through his teeth. “They all want you, Skylenna. They’re all pushing their way to the front.”
I moan at what I am about to say next. “Then let them have me. Whoever wants me. I want all of you to make love to me.”
Dessin’s eyes roll back as he growls.
And as his cock slides into me, they each rapid cycle to the front, fucking me slow and hungry. Slightly disoriented, like having a wet, lucid dream. They growl against the side of my face. They each have a unique way of loving me. At one point, Greystone pulls out to lick me for several minutes, sticking his tongue as far into my drenched pussy as he can get.
Dessin returns, fucking me hard, propping one of my legs over his shoulder and kissing the side of my knee, my calf, and then my toes.
It’s been so long of making love, and yet not nearly long enough. I’m pulsating from two strong orgasms, lying limp and writhing on the ground.
“Flip over. I’m not done with you yet.”
I reposition myself to arch on all fours for him, but Dessin lowers me to the ground firmly.
“On your stomach, baby,” he says huskily in my ear.
Hooking his arms under mine, Dessin cradles my jaw in his hand, angling my head up so he can bite my neck while he fucks me.
“Harder, please,” I beg.
I want it all. Pleasure. Pain. Euphoria.
“I want you to leave marks all over my body.”
Dessin bites down harder, roaring through clenched teeth as he crashes into the hilt again and again, crushing me under his weight as he comes inside me.
“Dessin!” I yelp as he spins me onto my back.
“God, I fucking missed you! I love you so much, baby.” He kisses my entire face. My chin, cheeks, eyelashes, the tip of my nose. “Every day. I don’t care if I’m sick. I don’t care if we just argued. I am inside you every day, praising my girl.”
My eyes fill with tears as I nod weakly.
“Deal.”
Those dark eyes study me, lying on my back, taking a meaningful mental picture.
“It’s confusing,” he finally comments.
