Without another word, I snap my hips back and forth in brutal thrusts that drive me to the edge of my consciousness. It’s never been like this before. I’ve fucked more women than I care to count in the last forty-five years, but it’s never felt so all-consuming. It’s never felt like I’ll cease to exist if she’s not in my arms, if my cock is not buried inside her.
Asher presses up onto his knees, positioning himself in front of her face, and she wastes no time taking his hard length between her lips, the same way she did mine not too long ago.
Together, we fuck our girl roughly, and she takes every thrust we give her without complaint. Her pussy pulses around my length, and I know it won’t be long before she comes, and there’s no doubt in my mind she’s going to drag me over the edge right alongside her.
And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
CHAPTER TEN
HANNAH
Unfamiliar sensations run rampant through my body, but I’m quickly realizing this is exactly what I’ve been craving.
I thought it was just dominance that I needed, that it was enough to fill the empty void inside me. Then I thought it was Asher. But now? Now I think it’s the two of them. Together.
I don’t know how to explain it. Not when I don’t even know my stranger’s name. But this is as close to peace as I’ve ever felt, and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep this feeling forever.
Asher’s cock nudges the back of my throat at the same time the stranger surges forward and fills me so completely it borders on pain, and I’m barely able to keep myself from tumbling over the edge into oblivion. I’m desperate for release, aching for it, but I won’t disappoint them by coming without permission.
The stranger chuckles behind me as he picks up his pace, making it almost impossible to keep myself away from the edge as his cock drags over the place inside me that threatens to detonate me into a million pieces.
“Come for me, sweetheart. I want to feel your sweet cunt strangling my cock.”
His permission is all I need, and my body takes it and runs.
My orgasm crashes over me violently. My entire body convulses under the weight of it, and stars dance in my vision as it ravages me in crashing waves.
The sound that escapes my throat is strangled as Asher surges forward and empties himself in my mouth, his salty taste coating my tongue and dragging out my pleasure.
The stranger shouts out his own pleasure, and the only thing holding me up right now is their hands on me, keeping me steady despite how badly my body begs to collapse in a heap.
My eyes drift closed, and I allow the fatigue to tug me toward the blissful quiet. I’m not ready to sleep, not while my body is thrumming with the aftershocks of my release. But the beckoning quiet is too much for me to fight, and I find myself lifted from the bed with a softness so at odds with the brutality they’ve just shown me.
“You did so good, baby,” Asher murmurs against my cheek, and I’m keenly aware of another body pressed against my other side.
“You’re such a good girl for us, sweetheart,” the stranger praises, and I preen under his attention.
I never imagined I’d thrive like this with two men, but maybe I just don’t know myself as well as I think I do.
A soft blanket is wrapped around me, and a bottle of water appears at my lips. “Have some of this for me, Hannah,” Asher instructs, and I do as I’m told, following his commands without hesitation. He rewards me with a soft smile and a kiss to my forehead.
I try to remember a time I ever felt this at peace, but I come up empty.
This is where I’m meant to be. Pressed between these two men, their hands running over my naked body as they do everything they can to gently bring me back to myself. It’s everything I never knew I needed.
Ifind my way out of the fog inside my head, the dim light of the lamp glowing in the corner, and a warm body pressed against my back.
I shift, and a soft moan escapes my throat as my aching core protests.
The arm banded around my waist tugs me back against him, and when I peer down at the tattoos, I realize it’s Asher who has me held against him like I’m the most precious thing in the world to him.
Where’s my stranger?
Did he leave? Without saying goodbye?
I try to keep the disappointment at bay. Perhaps he didn’t feel the same thing I did. Maybe it really was just for the night, and I was a fool to believe he could want me for longer. It’s not like I don’t have a long list of people in my past who have disappointed me. He certainly wouldn’t be the first.
But then I spot him sitting in the armchair in the corner, his icy gaze locked on me with an unreadable expression.
