I’m getting fucked.
And the room knew it.
His hands clamped on her thighs and wrenched them open.Oh, shit. The moment Eden realized how exposed she was to him, he drove into her –impaledher. A gasp stole her breath. She was so full. Stretched to her absolute limit. He stilled, giving her a single, thundering heartbeat to adjust to this presence inside of her.
Suddenly, he was fucking her with anything but slow and sensual strength. His hips slammed against her ass. Eden moaned in unrestrained bliss. She loved this. She loved the raw power. A stranger picking her out of a sweaty crowd and taming her wild freedom.Yes, yes, make me feel it.Pin her down. Keepher from escaping. Make everyone watch in a dark, busy room as Brim the Butterfly and Eden Hailstone fused into one boundary-busting woman.
He grabbed her sides and pulled her hips up, angling her body for deeper access. He changed the angle of his thrusts. Now he was hitting that spot inside her, the one that made her see stars. A bolt of pure lightning shot up her spine. Her hands flew to the armrest, scrabbling for purchase against his kingly tide.
Eden’s fingers drifted down, between her legs, toward her aching clit. One touch. Justone. She would come. Instantly. The orgasm was already there, waiting to be unleashed. She pulled her hand back. She wanted to savor this. To feel every single, devastating thrust of this magnificent stranger's cock. She clenched around him and tried to make it last. This beautiful, perfect agony that her men had gifted her.
God, I love them. Please tell me they’re watching. I need them to know.Eden needed to know that Benson and Liam wanted this for her as much as she wanted it for them.
She gave herself over to the pleasure. To being fucked.
He was relentless and unforgiving, his stamina inhuman. He built her up, higher and higher, pushing her toward the precipice of orgasm with nothing but the savage thrust of his cock. Just as the wave crested, about to crash, he slowed to nothing but a teasing pace that drew out the ache spiraling within her. As good as his cock felt, Eden was ready for more.
The couch dipped. The air, previously warm from their own exertions, was now bent beneath the onus of a new presence.
Another man.
A large silhouette filled her blindfolded vision. Before she clocked what was happening, her head was wrenched back as her stranger from the dance floor tugged with such force that Eden had no choice. Her neck arched. A new cock, hot and insistent, pushed against her lips. She opened up quite willingly.
They used her. One drove into her cunt from behind, deep and hard. The other filled her mouth, her tongue barely ready before the new, slightly curling tip was halfway down her throat. One pulled her back onto one cock as she pushed forward onto the other. She was the fulcrum of something so hot and wonderful that she could only pray that her men imagined the next time the three of them could do this together.
I’m your Butterfly.
A Butterfly. Not the paid kind, an object for anyone’s use. The other kind. A creature born to live for one brief, brilliant moment, to taste the sun, to feel the wind, to grab every drop of nectar before disappearing back into the ether.Thiswas her nectar. This was her sun. She was fragile, yes. But in her fragility was her power. To be so wanted, so desired, so utterly consumed in this single moment. How could she not? Life was short. This night was shorter. She would take it all.
She would takethemall.
With one surprisingly sharp spank, the man behind her pulled out. With a demanding touch, he flipped her on her back, her head smacking the armrest beneath it. Even with the blindfold, she was damned dizzy.
The second man was now between her legs. Without announcing himself, he thrust inside her with his hands barely on her waist. Already, he was deep. So deep she felt his balls slap her ass. He fumbled with her negligee, tearing open the ribbons so her breasts spilled out. He braced his hands on them, squeezing, pinching, using them for leverage as he fucked her.
The first man loomed over her face. His wet cock, fresh from her pussy, rubbed against her cheek. She arched her head back, throat bared as a vulnerable offering. He pushed inside. Upside down. Backward. Her throat stretched. Her pussy clenched. They filled her completely. There was nothing left of her but this.Be my pleasure. A perfect, brutal stillness pierced the couchbefore both men had swapped positions so seamlessly that it was like they had rehearsed this.
The world shrank to the couch. To the three of them and the shared heat of Eden’s body. To the overwhelming, all-consuming sensation of being taken. Fucked.Owned.
She was a Butterfly, dancing on a storm of pleasure. And she never wanted it to end.
The man between her legs was a force of nature. His thrusts were brutal. Relentless. He hit a spot so deep, so perfect, a starburst of pleasure exploded right between the eyes. The cock in her mouth was forgotten. Instead, all she could do was hold his cock in her hand and cry, "Oh, god! Yes! Right there!"
Her toes curled as the orgasm seized her.So good. So fucking good!Her cunt clenched, a vise around the stranger's cock. She screamed, hoping the whole VIP section heard her coming.
He must have felt it.Surely,he experienced that pulsing heat around his cock. Just as she was sure she'd feel him burst inside her, though, he pulled out. The sudden emptiness was a shock that incited Eden to quickly rub her clit to extend her pleasure. “Fuck!” she cried, as she continued to come on the couch. Her body shook from the force of it. A second wave. A third. Eden could barely breathe or recall where she was by the time that hard cock returned, rubbing itself in her soaking wetness as she covered her mouth with her hand. She had squirted like this only once in her life before, and here they were, still all over her, no matter how messy she got.
The man who had fucked grabbed her arms, hauling her up from the couch cushions into a sitting position. His hands cupped her face before he kissed her for the first time.Oh, my. A knowing pressure of his lips against hers, a certain tilt of his head that sent a jolt through her, all too familiar. A flicker of recognition sparked in the darkness behind the blindfold. That specific way he tasted. Thefeelof him…
Before the thought could fully form, before she could unravel the thread tugging at her curiosity, the other man moved. He settled on the couch behind her, hands finding her hips and pulling her back against his chest. The man in front of her broke the kiss, his forehead resting against hers. They had her trapped, and it was like her whole body knew exactly what to do.
The fantasy surged back, stronger than the doubt.Liam… Benson... They were here. They were these men. They were watching her. They were the ones using her. The thought was so potent, so intoxicating, it washed away the last of her uncertainty. She sank back against the man behind her and opened her mouth to the one in front, ready to be used by her loves. Ready to bewanted.
The front man claimed her mouth again.“You are mine,”he said with that single kiss.“Even if he’s got his hands all over you.”
Behind her, another man guided his cock back to her entrance, sliding in slowly, inch by devastating inch. He penetrated her fully, then pulled her back against his chest, wrapping an arm around her waist.
A sob of pleasure broke from Eden. "Please," she begged against the other man's lips. "Please, fuck me. Give it to me.”
