He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes.
“Can I open you up? Can I take you deep and claim you slow?”
The question is steady. There’s no pressure to say yes or no behind his words.
“Yes,” I answer breathily.
He kneels between my thighs. Pushing my legs wider.
“Our Princess is making a mess all over you,” he grunts matter-of-factly.
I jump when I feel the heat of his tongue licking up the mess Lena is making. His tongue is patient. Attentive. Explorative as he pushes inside my backdoor and feasts.
“You taste so good on my tongue,” he murmurs.
My fingers dig into Lena’s hips as she continues moving sliding up and down—the sensual rhythm of her hips displaying just how much of skilled dander she is.
Calil replaces his tongue with his lubricated finger. Pushing in one—slowly—twisting it in and out. Then another. Then a third.
I moan louder this time refusing to hide ecstasy my body is feeling.
I feel empty when he removes his fingers though I know what’s next. He applies more lube to my pulsating hole as he rises and positions himself carefully at the entrance.
“Stay with me,” he says.
“I’m here,” I answer.
“Fuck,” he laments just above a whisper as he pushes himself inside me inch by inch. There’s a tenderness in the way he’s claiming my body. It’s not just for his pleasure. It’s for mine.
“Am I making you feel good, baby? Please tell Daddy how good you feel when I rake you slow and deep,” he pleads as if his gratification is dependent on mine.
This was the first time I didn't have to lie to a man about being on the brink of eruption. I was used to men taking their pleasure from me and discarding mine like yesterday’s newspaper.
The stretch makes my breath hitch. Lena uses that moment to hit me with an earth-shattering kiss.
“Yesss. So good. Please don't stop,” I cry out.
Calil’s hands settle at my hips.
“That’s it. Good girl.”
Lena keeps riding. Our rhythm becomes unified. One movement feeding the next.
“You’re taking me so perfect,” Calil groans.
I can feel him fully now. Feel Lena above me. Feel everything at once.
“I’m so full,” I whisper.
The tension coils tight between all three of us.
“Both of you,” Calil growls low. “Belong to me. Mind. Body. Soul. Every pole. Every hole.”
The bed moves harder now. Faster. Controlled chaos.
I grab Lena’s hips not able to hold on any longer as I pump wildly into her as my body shatters. My release triggers Lena’s and now she’s bent over riding me like an experienced cowgirl.
“Z, you feel so good,” she whimpers as her body shakes.
