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Who knew laughter could be so sensual?
Though I tried to move slowly in my perusal of Keane’s naked body, my focus was drawn downward to the thick rod of his manhood standing tall amidst the coarse hair surrounding it. I swallowed hard and licked my lips. Oh my.
As if reading my thoughts, Keane took hold of his shaft and stroked up and down. "All of this is for you, sweet Lily."
"H-how?" I stared. "How will it fit?"
"Oh, don’t you worry, little wife," Rye said, lifting me in his arms. "I have thoroughly checked your sweet pussy, and I am sure Keane will fit in there perfectly. As will I, when it is my turn to plunder you."
I’d just had a powerful climax, the most powerful in my life, and yet I craved more, Hungered for them and the feel of their cocks—was that what they called them?—inside me. I wanted them both with a desperation I had never experienced before.
Rye deposited me onto the bed and then stood next to it to rid himself of his clothing. His body was no less impressive than Keane’s. Broad and muscled. Powerful. Both of them exuded strength and masculinity. The area between my legs pulsed with need, and more of the juices I could not control slipped out.
I reached for them. Rye leaned down and took one breast between his lips. "Oh. Oh good lord," I cried out as his tongue lapped at my hardened nipple. Not to be excluded, Keane moved around the bed and took the other breast into his mouth.
Making incoherent noises, I grasped each of their heads and held them in place. Such decadence. Hedonistic pleasure unlike anything I’d ever imagined. My body thrummed and twitched, aching for something more. Something I couldn’t define or articulate and that felt beyond my reach.
Rye nipped at my breast. "Oh, yes," I cried out.
Keane’s hand—or was it Rye’s—strayed to the curls of my womanhood, tugged gently, and I whimpered. "Please." I didn’t know what I was begging for, but I needed it. Needed them. Keane released my breast and buried his face between my thighs the same as Rye had done moments before. Even this early in our acquaintanceship—marriage, actually—I could tell them apart in subtle ways. Where Rye had taken his time laving and sucking all around, Keane’s mouth was urgent. Insistent. I wrapped my fingers in the length of his hair and gave a small pull. I glanced down at him, and our gazes met. Heat flashed between us, and he growled against my nether lips.
Rye positioned himself behind me, my head resting on his chest, he cupped my breasts, toying with them. His lips caressed my neck, and I was lost in a haze of sensuality. Whimpers fell from my lips. I didn’t know where I left off and they began. We were all one mass of desire and heat.
Rye shifted me upward while Keane spread my legs wider. By now, I had both hands deep in the thickness of Keane’s hair, desperate to keep him in place. His tongue and lips on my womanly parts had me seeing dark spots, and I bega
n to quiver.
"That’s it," Rye whispered in my ear. "Let it go, Lily. Let us see your pleasure."
I didn’t think I could reach another climax so soon after the first, but I was mistaken. It seemed the first had only been a precursor to this second, much more intense explosion that ripped through me, sending me spiraling to the sky where I floated for a few indescribable moments and then drifted back down.
All the while, Rye held me against his broad chest, the firm length of his manhood pressed against the crevice of my bottom cheeks.
Despite the two earth-shattering orgasms, I wanted more. The feel of Rye’s thick rod behind me and the sight of Keane’s in front of me, for Keane had left his place between my thighs and now stood next to the bed, had me in a frenzy. "I am going to claim you now, Lily. I’m going to shatter your maidenhead and make you mine."
I nodded. "Yes," I whispered.
"And then it shall be my turn to claim you, plunge my cock deep into your pussy." Rye’s deep voice echoed in my ears.
"Oh, yes," I said, my voice husky.
Keane climbed onto the bed, placed his knees on either side of my thighs. His eyes were dark, intense, full of passion. His hair had come loose from its binding and flowed around his shoulders. He was gorgeous. Masculine and virile while gentle in the way his gaze softened when he spoke to me. "There might be some pain, sweet Lily," he said. "It cannot be helped. But, I promise you, there will be nothing but pleasure for you afterward."
My virtue, that thing that had been hanging around my neck like an albatross, was about to be claimed, shattered, given over to these men. My husbands.
I squirmed, inching my hips closer to him. His massive cock beckoned, and I reached out to touch it. When my fingertips grazed the head, Keane inhaled sharply. "Jesus, Lily, how much willpower do you think I have?"
Immediately, I withdrew my touch. "I’m sorry," I said. I had no experience with cocks. How was I to know how to treat one?
"Do not shy away, sweet Lily," Keane said, taking my hand and placing it on his cock again. "Your touch is the thing I’ve been dreaming of."
"But you said—"
"Yes, I am near to spilling my seed as it is." He wrapped my fingers around his girth. "See what you do to me, Lily? This is all for you." His member pulsed against my palm, and his eyes flared with need.
Behind me, Rye shifted and pressed his equally hard cock against my backside. "You do the same to me, Lily. Soon, it will be my turn to fill your hot pussy with my cock."
I whimpered and squeezed Keane’s cock.
