My second orgasm coiled deep inside, and I bucked into his hand chasing more.
Hunter ’s cock swelled, his tip glistening with precum as a small groan escaped him.
“I want to feel my cock stretching you open again, pretty girl. I want to give you everything you could possibly dream of,” Graham whispered into my ear.
I stroked them in unison until Hunter moved into position over top of me. Graham pulled his fingers out and brought them to my lips.
“Taste yourself, princess,” he whispered.
Slowly, I glanced to the wetness glistening on his fingers and parted my lips for him to dip them inside. I savored the salty sweetness. He kept his middle finger in my mouth, running it gently over my tongue before he removed it. Then he placed both hands on my face and sucked me into a heart-stopping kiss. He held his hand on my throat as our tongues fought for dominance, then moved it lower, past my breasts, over my belly, straight to my throbbing clit.
I gasped into Graham’s mouth at the way he caressed me, while my pussy stretched around Hunter’s cock.
We stared at each other as Hunter thrust, bringing himself closer and closer to the edge.
I couldn’t help but let my arousal grow, the scorching desire about to crest had me shaking—trembling as these two men took turns inviting me to Heaven.
Graham loved it. Seeing me crumble made that devilish smirk smear across his face. He knew exactly what was about to happen. He wasn’t going to stop until I dissolved.
My eyes blurred.
My mind went foggy.
I clawed Hunter’s back.
And finally, he broke, his movements quickening until he came forcefully inside. His heavy breathing and shattered groans mixed with the throaty, drawn-out growls Graham teased… the gentle nips on my earlobe… the perfect circles rhythmically rubbing into my clit.
My eyes slammed shut, and I came hard, my back arching as electric waves of pleasure shuddered against my body.
“Gra—Hunter!”
Fuck!
After I stopped seeing stars… after my body stopped being boneless… I dragged my hand down Graham’s length, running my fingers to his balls then back up to his tip. I loved how small and dainty my hand looked wrapped around his swollen, girthy cock. Feeling him stiffen even more in my grasp kept me riding the high from my orgasm.
My eyes fell shut for a moment, and I let the waves vibrate through me, my cheeks flushing hot as the pleasurable stars danced across my body.
When I opened my eyes and found Graham watching me, one eyebrow quirked and that smirk he always had when he liked what he saw? It was undeniable. That alone was just as erotic as the realization I was in the middle of a threesome with two men obsessed with me—two men I’d grown to love.
I focused on him, rubbing my thumb over his crown, until he couldn’t resist any longer… until I saw the change in his face.
One more precise graze of my thumb over the soft skin of his frenulum and it was over.
“Careful—stay right there… don’t move.” Graham sucked in a breath through his teeth, tensing his entire body, gripping my hand, holding it still. “Shit—don’t move, don’t move, don’t move!” I ran my hand up and down his length in two quick strokes. He gasped and his eyes trailed down his own stomach to where he watched his cock bounce—raging for one more. “Ah—fuck it,” he breathed, jerking into my hand. “Goddamn it, Max,” he groaned into my neck as he finally let go.
A wicked grin spread across my face as I giggled watching the thick, hot ropes shoot out across my belly and onto my tits. I couldn’t help it. Seeing him come undone for me gave me some sort of twisted high that I craved. I couldn’t tell you why it was different withhim. Why seeing him—a literal wall of muscle, desire, and strength—transform into a vulnerable puddle of mush did something to me.
Maybe my brain mistook it for some sick sense of power, but I didn’t care. That man was my kryptonite, and it had become my personal mission to keep him in that vulnerable state as often as possible.
After his spasms stopped, I brought my free hand to his face and stared into his eyes. The sadness had dimmed slightly. I was his. I never stopped being his, and I could never feel what I did with him, with anyone else.
Unfortunately, I had a strong suspicion that Hunter had caught on—even through the spell, because the moment I stopped looking at Graham and looked back to him, he shoved off the bed and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.
The sound of the shower was my cue to attempt to clean up the pieces of a shattered man.
Fuck.
Before I got up, though, Graham pulled me into him and squeezed me tight.
