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All three of them shifted to give me room, and Cross was kissing me once again, Rhys returned his attentions to my breasts—he seemed to have a slight fixation with them—and Simon nudged my thighs apart with his hands and flicked his tongue over the place where Cross' thumb had been rubbing.
They were definite warriors, all of them, for they gave all their energies to a task and if they wanted to defeat their opponent, they could do so with sheer will alone. While I was not the enemy, they definitely laid siege and I could not uphold any of my defenses against them, not that I even wanted to. My head fell back and my eyes closed as the delicious pinch on my nipples set my body on fire. A hint of perspiration coated my skin as they again built me up to the brink of that sweet pleasure. They'd given it to me several times now and I recognized what it felt like just beforehand. I cried out and I could feel my belly tighten, my knees squeeze Simon's dark head for I did not wish him to move from that pleasure spot. I wanted him to stay right...there...and...lick...one...more...time. Yes!
I screamed my release, every muscle in my body tensing, my back arching off the bed, my inner walls clenching down on nothing...that thin dildo had just been a quick tease. They didn't stop their attentions, only Cross stopped kissing me but instead stroked a hand gently over my hair and crooned to me.
You are so beautiful. I love to see you come.
I felt a dip in the bed just before Simon's knees nudged my thighs wide as he settled into the cradle of my hips, his cock slipping over my slick woman's core. I was still coming, the luscious feelings making my heart pound, the blood roaring in my ears, as the large head stretched my opening as he slowly pushed his way in.
"Yes!" I cried, my inner walls now having something to clench onto.
"Christ, ye are so bloody tight."
I looked up at Simon, his eyes so dark as to be black. His hair fell over his forehead and his face wa
s all hard lines, his neck tightly corded. He held himself up on his forearms, the hair on his chest tickling my breasts and tormenting my nipples. Rhys and Cross were watching, hands stroking their cocks.
Slowly, Simon slipped into me, one delicious inch at a time. While I'd just come, the new sensation of being stretched wide, being filled deeper and deeper had my arousal simmering. My body was soft and pliant and I brought my legs up to Simon's hips, giving him room to go even deeper. Finally, his hips bumped into my bottom and he was fully seated.
My eyes widened at the feel of him and he watched me carefully.
"Am I hurting ye?" he asked, his voice as dark and rumbly as a thunderstorm.
I shook my head and clenched down on him, testing my body.
"Nay, dinna do that unless ye want me to move."
I grinned and did it again. He groaned and gritted his teeth. "I want you to move."
His eyes flew open and he grinned, his blinding smile combined with the dark intent in his eyes had me eager.
"I need you to move, Simon."
And so he did, slowly at first, but when I arched up to meet him, tilted my hips into his thrusts, he didn't hold back.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his shoulders. "Yes!" I cried out, his cock rubbing over new places deep within me that had me back to the brink within seconds. He rubbed over my clit with each stroke and I just broke, coming again while Simon continued to move. It was so much better than ever before, the way his body could make me come, knowing that it was because we were joined, that his cock being so deep inside me. I screamed, for I could not hold it back. I felt my body soften and get even wetter, the sound of our joining loud. Simon's breathing was ragged and all at once he stiffened, embedded all the way and groaned. I felt his hot seed, the thick emission I'd stroked from him in the stable just that morning, flood my womb, coating me and marking me. There was no doubt I was his.
He kissed me gently, his breathing mixing with mine as he settled. While he was still inside of me, I could feel the wetness seeping out around him and when he pulled out, I whimpered.
"I'm speechless, lass," he said standing up before me. I was too replete to close my legs as I looked at his cock, slick and wet from our combined fluids, still hard. His face lost that tenseness and his smile was soft. He appeared very satisfied and I felt a surge of...something at knowing I was the one to make him that way.
Rhys moved off the bed to stand before me, his cock weeping clear fluid from the tip as his hand gripped the base. "I love this view. Our wife, sated from coming, our seed all over your pretty pussy. My turn, love."
He settled in between my thighs, his cock nudging my inner thigh. Up on his hand, he looked down at me. "Sore?"
I shook my head, anxious and ready for his turn. He took one leg and lifted my knee up to his hip, aligned his cock at my entrance and slid all the way in in one long, smooth stroke.
"Oh!" I gasped. This angle was different than how Simon had me. The feel of Rhys' cock was different and when he began to move, I recognized that he fucked differently as well. Simon had been gentle, perhaps because of his large size he had been afraid to hurt me, but when he let his baser needs take over, he became rougher, but even then he hadn't hurt me.
Rhys' motions were more deliberate, as if he knew just how to use his cock to bring me to pleasure as fast as possible. He was almost ruthless in his attentions, precise in his motions. "So hot and slippery wet. You feel incredible."
I smiled at him and he lowered his head to kiss me as his hips moved, filling me again and again.
"You'll come for me."
He said it as if I didn't have a choice. Perhaps I didn't, for he used his cock like a weapon and I was powerless against it. I could do nothing but give in, and so I did. As I tensed and tried to hold him within me, he came on a harsh stroke, a guttural sound escaping his lips that were sealed over mine.
When he pulled out of me, a gush of seed slipped from me and he stood before me, just as Simon had, proud of that fact.
