“You feel so good against me,” he whispers before kissing the top of my head.
“This feels perfect, husband,” I tell him, wanting to say the word out loud.
“Fuck, Sugar. Don’t call me that unless you’re ready to come again.”
“Hmm… Just give me a little break?”
“You got it,” he tells me before we snuggle even closer.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
PENNY
“Indy, no! I can’t take anymore!” I cry, thrashing my head from side to side.
He lifts his head from between my legs, burrowing his eyes into mine as he speaks. “I told you I wanted to make you come three times on my tongue before I give you my cock.”
“Indy, it’s too many! I’ve already had two, and that’s after the ones I lost count of throughout the night.”
It’s true, I’d lost count after the sixth one. It has to be close to lunchtime now and I don’t think I’ve had more than three hours of sleep at a time before I’m woken up by Indy. He’s insatiable. The first time he woke me up was with his tongue on my pussy, the second time was with my nipple in his mouth. This time, I woke up to him tying my wrists to my ankles before securing them to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed.
So that’s where I am now. Stuck on my back with my bent leg spread wide, trying to get this man out from between my legs before I combust from too many orgasms. Was that even a thing, death by orgasm?
Before Indy can respond, the door bursts open, making me scream and jerk my head in that direction. When I see it’s Braxton and Ryker, I give them a huge smile as the tension drains from mybody.
Braxton pushes Ryker inside before slamming the door shut behind them.
“What the hell is going on here?” Ryker asks with wide eyes as he assesses my tied up body.
Indy sits back on his heels before standing and stepping closer to me, his hands running down the outside of my thighs as he looks at my other two husbands. “We’re just celebrating our marriage. Why? See something you like?” he asks with a smirk before turning to look down at me.
“Fuck, yeah I do,” Ryker says, licking his lips as his eyes bounce all over my body, like he doesn’t know what to look at first.
In the end, Indy must feel sorry for him because he steps back from between my legs and motions Ryker over.
Ryker runs his hands up my thighs. His thumbs trailing the inside of my legs before they run up my folds, making me arch my back. “Fuck, Red. You look so hot tied up like this.”
“Doesn’t she? She’s such a good girl too, doing exactly as I ask, letting me experiment with her.”
Braxton moves around the bed before sitting down facing my head, his hand strokes down the side of my face as he asks, “Are you okay, Baby?” That’s my Brax, always taking a moment to make sure I’m okay.
“Yeah, Brax, I’m good. Better now you guys are here.”
He gives me a soft smile, then turns his head to gaze down at where I’m tied up. “And you’re okay with being tied up like this?”
“Yeah, being restrained like this is actually… really hot.”
“Good, I’m glad you’re having fun. But we decided Indy had enough time alone with you and that we wanted to join. We missed you, Baby. Are you okay with us joining you?”
Fuck, what kind of question was that? “Of course I am, I’ll always want you, all three of you,” I say, my eyes darting around to the other two.
“Good, because I’ve missed these,” he says before he swiftly drops his mouth down on one of my breasts while his hand takes the other.
“Brax!” I gasp, trying to move my hands so I can touch him. But it’s no use, I just have to sit there and take it. Ryker’s thumbs glide ever so softly up my folds, just barely a tease, and I can’t help it when my hips start thrusting against air.
“Oh, Penny. Is your poor little pussy feeling neglected?” I moan out something unintelligible, making him chuckle. “We can’t have that, can we?” I hear the rustle of clothing before I feel the warmth and hardness of a cock running through my folds. “Fuck, Penny, you’re so wet right now. Look at the way you lube me up.”
It doesn’t take long before he’s pressing into me fully, and as soon as his thumb starts rubbing my clit, I scream out my climax.
