“Youwillhold off. The show has just started and I haven’t had my way with you yet.”
Following his word, my pace slows. I bite my lower lip, fighting my body’s desperateneed for release.
“There you go,” Felix praises, continuing to stroke his dick. “Build your orgasm. You’ve waited so long for this moment. Don’t let it end quickly.”
My hips roll in languid circles as I watch Tyler beneath me. His eyes are half-lidded and his jaw tight with restraint. The sight of him resisting an orgasm makes my pussy squeeze involuntarily.
“Shit.” Tyler jolts, gripping my hips tighter. His breathing is ragged. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this. Felix is jerking off over you while you ride my cock. You like that?”
“Uh-huh. I need… Uh… Felix… I need to come. Please… let me come.”
“You’re not allowed to come yet, Harper,” Felix says, his voice like velvet.
Tyler grunts. “Then join in quickly because she’s wrapped so fucking tight around my dick, I can’t hold off much longer.”
Felix rises from the armchair. Piece by piece, I hear his clothes drop to the floor.
Glancing his way again, I’m in awe, his body a work of art, chiseled and covered in ink. His erection stands tall as he prowls toward the bed with a bottle of lube.
The mattress dips as Felix climbs behind me. “Lean forward, Little Sinner,” he whispers against my ear.
I obey, bending over Tyler, offering myself to Felix.
I’m in desperate need of a physical connection with these two men, yet I’m whimpering with discomfort as Felix preps my behind with lube, slowly working his dick into me.
Tyler cups my jaw, encouraging me. “You can do it, baby. I know how long you’ve needed this.”
He’s right. The three of us had sex like this only once. It was the most incredible connection, physically and emotionally. I’ve needed a repeat of it ever since. And yet I’m struggling to accommodate both of their sizes. I’m too small.
I shake my head. “It won’t fit.”
Felix hushes. “Relax for me. I’ll take care of you. We’ll make it fit. I promise.”
He takes his time, being gentle. I gasp as Felix finally fills me, stretching me to my absolute limit. The sensation of being stuffed full by both men is overwhelming—pleasure mixed with a delicious ache that makes me squeeze my eyes shut.
“God, you’re so fucking tight. Your ass was made for my cock,” Felix’s voice dips. His hands rest at my hips, soothing me with soft strokes. “I won’t move until you’re ready.”
“You’re doing so well,” Tyler adds, still caressing my face. “Our pretty ballerina. Look at me, baby.”
My eyes flutter open at the sound of him speaking one of my favorite phrases.Our pretty ballerina. I haven’t heard it since the three of us broke up. Iloveit. Ilovebeing theirs. Ilovehow much they desire me.
I gaze into Tyler’s brown eyes, finding so much more than lust within him. He’s filled with love, relief, and completeness.
My lips brush against his. The kiss is messy and desperate. My hips rock, grinding against their cocks, making all three of us groan.
“I’m ready, Felix.Please,” I beg.
Felix pulls me upright, grasping a hand around my neck and claiming my lips with his. The kiss is rough. We’re breathless, moaning against each other’s mouths as I slowly ride him and Tyler.
“Feel good?” Felix whispers. I nod. “We’ll fuck you like this whenever you like. Anything you want, Harper, it’s yours. We’re yours.”
I answer with a moan, kissing him deeper.
“Good. Go back to Tyler. I can fuck you better when you’re bent over. I want to watch my cock slide into you while he fills your pussy.”
I’m kissing Tyler again, trembling as Felix takes me from behind, wishing I could see the sight for myself.
“You’re ours now.” Felix thrusts. “Ours to fuck every day. Ours to fill with cum. Forever.”
