That’s when Mangelli really goes to town. He strokes that finger in and out in a steady rhythm as he devours my clit. Then the single finger is joined by two, and I’m starting to crack apart.
“Soak my hand,” he grunts between licks.
I don’t think I have a choice. I cry out when he wrenches it from me, that sparkling orgasm, and I definitely feel myself gush a little.
Mangelli raises his head, his lips soaked, and grins.
“Should I get another one out of her, guys?” he calls to Bennett and Jack.
“For safety,” Bennett says. “One more.”
I’m going to lose my mind.
This time, Mangelli is even more relentless, teasing and fucking me with his fingers, spreading me open for him. I’m so ready for his dick that I can barely contain it, but then the dam bursts again and I’m clinging onto his horns for dear life.
“There we are,” Mangelli says, getting up to sit on his haunches. He palms his cock, eyeing me up and down.
“I need you right now, Mangelli.” I reach for him, and he agreeably crawls his way up so he’s crouched over me.
“Why do you still call me that?” he asks. “My last name.”
I blink at him. “Because that’s how you introduced yourself at the studio?” I’m getting impatient, but he just tilts his head.
“You can call me Arthur, you know. Since I’m about to put a fawn in you and everything.”
“Oh, okay.” I bite my lip. “Arthur.”
It feels strange rolling off my tongue, like it’s too intimate of a thing, something he shares with just his husbands. But he appears infinitely pleased by it as he smirks and licks his blunt teeth. He looks like he wants to eat me whole.
“Yes, say it again,” Mangelli—no, Arthur—commands me. “Say my name, Bree.”
“Arthur.”
He groans above me as he grinds his cock against my belly. Then he drags it down, staring down fiercely into my eyes, and teases me with the soft head.
“Do you want me inside you?” he asks, rubbing it over my clit before sliding down to my opening, then back again.
“Yes!” I hook my legs over his hips and try to pull him closer. Arthur snickers again as he continues teasing me. “Fuck me already, Arthur.”
Bennett crows at that, and even Jack barks a laugh.
“Give the lady what she wants,” Bennett calls to us.
Arthur positions himself right at my entrance. “I suppose I should.” With a grunt, he pushes through the outer layers, and then slides inside me.
It’s exactly what I needed. Just a taste of him, that bulbous cockhead spreading me open, is what I’ve been craving for weeks now. I grip Arthur’s arms as he only gives me the tip, when I want far more than that.
“What?” he asks at my annoyed expression as he pumps only the head in and out. “You want more?”
He’s got me right where he wants me and he knows it. Arthur grins even wider as he gives me another fraction of an inch before pulling back, taunting me, asking me to beg.
Jerk. He’s not the one who’s been waiting for the last six weeks.
“Yes, I want more.” I lift my hips and try to bring him in deeper, but my satyr is intent on playing with his meal. He gifts me another fraction of an inch, then pulls back again, and I can’t stop a pathetic whimper from escaping me.
“Aww,” Arthur says, pausing to cup my cheek. “You need to get fucked, do you?”
I nod, biting my lip.
