Faster, more aggressive, so muchmore.
He felt even bigger inside my pussy than he’d felt in my mouth. I wondered if I could take it. Still, the surprise turned quickly to pleasure, and then to a feral need that had me meeting his thrusts with my own.
Not wanting to be cut out of this moment, the other two men, who until now had just watched as Jonathan took me for the first time, jumped back into action.
Alex found his way behind me, sliding himself underneath so that I was slightly propped up against his chest and he could get a firmer grip on my throat again. It gave me a delicious view of where Jonathan’s body and mine connected.
Alexei’s own hard erection pressed against my back and made me gasp, wishing there was a way I could have him inside me, too.
Devin, on the other hand, sat to the side, his own cock in his hand, pumping himself slowly as he watched me take all the pleasure my body could.
Each of the three men was impressive, crudely male, intimidating in size—but Devin was maybe the thickest, with a wicked curve that emphasized the prominent length, too.
He spoke filthy words of encouragement, and I was rapt, seeing the gleaming bead of moisture at his crown, the way he slicked it over the hot head with no sense of shame.
“Christ, Frankie, your body was made to get fucked good and hard like this. Can’t wait to get myself inside you,” he panted, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he slowed his hand.
He squeezed the base of his cock, staving off the pleasure. Denying himself with discipline that made my mouth water.
He looked me in the eyes, intense and possessive. “Can’t fucking wait to feel that tight little pussy of yours squeezing my cock as you come again. Felt fucking perfect on my fingers.”
“Oh,” I cried out, lost in the erotic delirium of it all. “Oh, please,” I felt my lips say.
Alex snarled, as if to agree with Devin, and his teeth came to scrape across my jaw.
I felt his hips buck a little underneath me, his own straining hardness seeking friction from my body.
Out of control, almost, which I already knew was unlike the man.
Meanwhile, Jonathan was still riding me hard, and I felt the familiar flutterings of my inner muscles preparing to come apart again. Close, so close to utter bliss.
“Come for Daddy, baby girl,” Jonathan growled. He leaned in to kiss me hard and fast on the mouth, then pulled away again, adjusting the angle of his thrusts so that he somehow, by some miracle, got even deeper. “Come for all three of your daddies.Now.”
As if he’d activated some secret code word, in that exact moment, I did, screaming out as pleasure unlike any I’d ever experienced shook through my entire body.
Alex clenched harder at my throat, restricting the blood flow just enough that I saw stars, then he let me go, and the scene was shifting again.
Leaving no time for me to recover, or think, or wonder about what came next.
I didn’t have to, anyway. There was the open-close sound of a nearby drawer, and then Alex and Devin were each tying up one of my wrists with a satiny material. Jonathan pulled out of me with a groan, and a hot spurt of liquid struck my belly.
More streaks of him, the undeniable evidence of his pleasure, arrived as my wrists were secured to the headboard.
“My turn,” I heard from Alex’s smooth voice.
And Jonathan moved to lay beside me, playing idly with my breasts again as Alex got into his own position.
This man, the light to Jonathan’s dark, was like a Grecian statue in the nude. Though I’d never seen one with an uncut, boldly rigid cock before.
Even that turgid member was elegant, smooth lines, a defined, wicked vein along the underside of it—and Alex allowed me to look my fill before he reached for me.
Then, quick as lightning, he was shoving my legs back toward my torso, spreading my soaked pussy wide for his inspection. He held my inner thighs apart and leaned in for one, self-indulgent lick through my wetness.
“Hm,” he said thoughtfully, as if he hadn’t just given me a sinful mental image to cherish for eternity. “Devin was right. Delicious.” He trailed his lips and tongue up my inner thigh, further and further up until he reached the arch of my foot.
There, he removed my heel and planted a kiss that was more tender than any I’d had tonight—any I’d had ever. “I like the heels,” he said, slipping my foot back into the shoe. God, why was that hot? I wanted to tell him I liked them, too, and that I heard he liked lingerie. But then, he was guiding the crown of his cock to my entrance.
“Beg nicely again,” Alex commanded, almost lazily. “Unless you think you’ve had enough.”
