“Talk dirty to me,” I said. “Please, while you’re fucking me.”
Gunner grinned, stroking his cock while he looked down at me. Even with the condom on, I could see the thick veins pulsing against the side. “You want me to talk dirty to you, slut?” he asked.
I whimpered, rubbing my face against the sheets. I don’t know why I had always found dirty talk so sexy, but I did know that Gunner had some filthy things to say. It was naughty to want to be his slut, but with the word in the air, it was all I could think of. “Yes,” I pleaded. “Please.”
He pulled his fingers from my hole, then started jerking his cock between my legs, bouncing his tip against my entrance and rubbing his hand up and down my cheeks. “Prince,” he said, “I am going to fuck you until you lose your damn mind. I am going to shove my cock so hard inside of your hole, you’re going to feel it for days after.” He fisted his cock, thrusting the tip against my quivering edges, then spit on his hand to lubricate it.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “I want that.”
“Say it so Maddox can hear you,” Gunner commanded.
“I want that,” I called out, raising my voice. It sounded strained, and when Gunner pushed his cock into me, I let out another long, desperate whimper.
His cock felt amazing inside of me. His shaft stretched me open, and as my tongue lolled out of my mouth, my muscles clenched and tugged at him.
“You feel so good, babe. You’re so tight and warm. It’s like my cock is going to explode just being inside of you.” He grabbed my hips, pulling me backward and plunging even deeper. Steadying me, he rocked in and back out slowly, always leaving an inch inside of me so I stayed full and stretched. “I’m going to keep fucking you real slow like this,” he said, “and Maddox is going to keep watching your cock drip all over the bed. And when you think you can’t take it anymore, I’m going to start fucking you faster and harder, and I’m not going to stop until you spray your hot, messy load.”
I gasped, falling forward so that my face landed on the sheets. The pressure of Gunner’s cock against my prostate was driving me wild, and I didn’t know how much longer I could last.
I turned, staring again at Maddox. He was standing above us, stroking his cock with a firm, long grip. There was just enough light to catch the flecks of silver in his hair, and as precum dripped down the swollen, purple head of his cock, I heard a rumble in his chest.
Gunner started fucking me harder, just like he promised. “You getting close, babe? You going to shoot that cum for your Gunner?”
“Gunner,” I gasped, falling back against the sheets. My muscles were pulsing around his dick, tugging him into me. With every spasm, I was closer to the edge. “I’m going to come,” I moaned.
Gunner pulled my hips close, plunging into me and holding himself there. When he started bouncing his hips softly, shaking my body, my balls clenched up tight. I felt an orgasm building at my prostate, and with every small thrust, Gunner fanned its flame.
“Unnhhh!” I yelled, and my ass clenched tight as cum sprayed out of me. It was unlike any orgasm I’d ever had, and the explosive pleasure of it kept rocketing through my body. My vision went blurry as my legs shook wildly, and when I heard Maddox’s deep, orgasmic groan, another wet spray erupted from my tip.
“Hell yeah,” Gunner grunted, bucking his hips and shooting his own load. “Just like that for Gunner. Get it all out, babe.”
I fell forward, collapsing against the bed with the last trembles. Gunner fell with me, his cock still buried deep. We laid like that, panting and sweating, until the world came back to us.
Maddox stood up, wiping off his hand on a tissue. He stepped across the room, taking a glass of water from the side of the bed and offering it to us.
“Thank you,” I said, taking it and gulping deeply. The water felt so refreshing and crisp; I felt like I could have drunk an entire lake. Stopping myself, I handed the rest of the glass to Gunner instead, smiling as he swallowed it down.
My head was still dizzy, and with Gunner inside of me, my ass was still clenching and twitching with pleasure. I reached back, patting his side, and he slowly pulled himself out, pausing to kiss at my back while he did.
And then Maddox did the last thing I expected. He bent down, shook out the sheet that was folded at the end of the bed, and draped it over us. “You two sleep here,” he said, his voice filling the room. “Enjoy the bed. You’ll need a good rest after that.”
“No,” I said, pushing myself up on my elbows. I wanted to saystay, stay with us, but it felt like too much. Dizzy all over again, I fell back against the pillow. “That’s too much to ask.”
“You didn’t ask,” he said. “And it’s my pleasure. It will make me happy to know you two are snoozing up here.”
I turned to Gunner and saw how dazed he looked. He threw his arm over me, pulling me closer. “Thanks for the bed, Maddox,” he said, his voice coming out breathy and slow. “I appreciate it.”
Maddox pointed down at him, smiling. “No problem, Gunner.”
And the next thing I knew, with owls hooting across the forest, I fell asleep in Gunner’s arms, and he fell asleep in mine.
