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Wyatt's kiss consumes me, his tongue plundering my mouth relentlessly as his deft fingers make quick work of my sundress tie. The fabric falls away, exposing my still-damp breasts to the cool cave air and their hungry gazes.
Emrys growls his approval, the feral sound sparking heat low in my belly. His rough palms skim my newly bared skin, thumbs brushing my taut nipples and wrenching a pleasured gasp from me. My back arches, pressing my breasts further into his calloused hands.
Frantic with desire, I tear at the front of Wyatt's shirt, needing to feel his hard body against mine. He shrugs the material off and crushes me closer, our bare chests colliding. The contact makes me dizzy.
Emrys palms my breasts almost brutally, pinching the sensitive peaks until they ache and I'm writhing mindlessly between them. Wyatt's thigh presses between my legs, the friction hitting just right against my throbbing clit through the thin barrier of my panties. I grind shamelessly against him, chasing more of that delicious pressure.
Wilder falls to his knees, hands greedy as they smooth up my thighs and hook in my panties. He growls at the slick evidence of my desire before tearing the lace right off of my body, the cool air on my exposed sex making me shiver.
"So perfect," Wilder rasps, hot breath teasing my tender flesh. I make an impatient sound of need, trying to direct him where I need him most. But he avoids that sensitive nub, instead sucking a mark into my inner thigh that borders on painful. I'm helpless to do anything but take the exquisite torture they inflict.
Sensing my desperation, Wyatt fists my hair tightly, wrenching my head back to meet his smoldering stare. "You don't get to come until I allow it," he reminds me, his gray eyes burning with dominance.
Emrys lifts me effortlessly until my legs wrap around Wyatt's hips, his thick arousal now nestled directly against my soaked entrance where I need him most. We both groan harshly at the intimate contact, so close yet not enough.
"Keep your eyes on mine," Wyatt commands roughly. Helpless to resist, I hold his stormy gaze as he pushes inside, stretching and filling me deep and hard. The unrelenting eye contact as he claims me makes me tremble, the vulnerability almost too much to bear.
But Wyatt shows no mercy, quickly building to a relentless punishing tempo that has me writhing and keening as Emrys forces me open and in place for him. The obscene sound of slick flesh meeting echoes off the cave walls, interspersed with my pleasured cries. I'm trapped in his gaze, pinned and ravaged simultaneously by his cock and Emrys’ unyielding hold.
When my climax crests, crashing over me violently, Wyatt doesn't falter–fucking me straight through the intensity. I'm reduced to choked sobs, overstimulated nerves sparking with each rough thrust.
He clicks his tongue, eyes darkening even more as he shakes his head at me. "Bad. Bad. Girl. Did I say you could come?”
Wyatt's harsh reprimand sends a bolt of heat straight to my core even as aftershocks continue to wrack my frame. I stare at him wide-eyed, still breathless and trembling from my illicit climax.
"I'm s-sorry, I couldn't stop it," I gasp out. But the blaze of hunger in his eyes warns me my disobedience won't go unpunished.
Wyatt braces his hands beneath my thighs and lifts me effortlessly off his cock and out of Emrys’ firm hold. Placing me feet on the floor, I stumble on shaky legs, cheeks flaming.
"On your knees," Wyatt commands sharply. I obey without hesitation, arousal and unease mixing within me.
Once I'm positioned before him submissively, Wyatt grips a fistful of my hair, angling my face up to meet his dangerous stare. "Open that pretty mouth, pet."
I part my swollen lips eagerly. With his other hand, Wyatt guides his thick cock to my waiting tongue. I take him in greedily, tasting my release on him as I swirl my tongue and suck in apology.
Wyatt's eyes blaze down at me, his own pleasure tightly leashed. "Look at you on your knees, so eager to make amends." His gravelly praise sends a pleasurable shiver through me.
I continue lavishing him thoroughly, gazing up submissively. When his hips buck forward and he hits the back of my throat, I suppress my reflex to gag and relax my throat to take him deeper still, breathing hard through my nose.
"That's it, just like that," Wyatt grits out approvingly, guiding my efforts with a fist tangled in my hair. I'm utterly lost in my task of pleasuring him, determined to earn his forgiveness.
Just then, I feel hands on my hips from behind as I’m lifted to a standing position bent at the waist. Wilder lets out a low chuckle right before a sharp stinging blow radiates on my ass as I scream around Wyatt’s cock–the ache blending perfectly with pleasure. Another succession of quick slaps follow the first before his palm is gently rubbing away the sting, leaving me a dripping, mewling mess.
Without further warning, he drives into me hard and deep in one smooth stroke. I cry out around Wyatt's thickness, the dual sensations pushing me rapidly back to the edge as I grab onto Wyatt’s hips for stability.
Sensing how close I am already, Wyatt jerks my hair roughly. "You don't get to come again until I give the word. Behave."
I whine in dismay, but redouble my efforts on him. Each punishing thrust from Wilder jolts me forward, forcing me to take Wyatt deeper down my throat. Drool leaks from my lips obscenely as I struggle not to climax again too soon. I am caught in an exquisite torture, overwhelmed with sensation, yet denied the release my body craves.
Just when I think I can't take anymore, Emrys moves to the side of me. With a wolfish grin, his tattooed hand cups my throbbing sex. I jolt at even that light contact on my sensitized flesh.
Emrys’ finger traces maddening circles around my swollen clit as Wilder's pace grows increasingly brutal behind me. Wyatt's length invades my mouth in time with each snap of Wilder's hips. It's all too much. I'm trapped on the knife edge, every nerve ending sparking, ready to combust into oblivion.
Sensing my unraveling, Wyatt finally takes mercy, giving me the command I desperately need, "Come for us, pet."
His gravelly order hurls me over the edge once more. My release crashes through me violently as I swallow around him. Wyatt groans harshly and grips my hair tightly as he spills down my throat in long, hot spurts. I greedily take everything he gives. Behind me, Wilder's thrusts grow erratic before he finds his own shattering climax, fingers digging almost painfully into my hips as he empties himself inside my quivering walls.
“Good girl,” Wyatt’s voice is soft and smooth as he retreats from my mouth, tone filled with affection and approval before he strokes my hair out of my face. Wilder moves closer behind me as they pepper me with soft kisses and gentle touches.
