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“How?” she asked, wanting them to tell her verbatim.
“I’ll fuck you,” Grant replied.
“By yourself?” she asked, a mischievous edge in her voice.
“No, Blake will fuck you, too. Better?”
“Much,” she said, satisfied. “I’m curious about that. You know, about the two of you penetrating me at the same time.”
Grant’s eyes darkened and he leaned over her and said, “Why? Are you scared?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But you still think you’ll enjoy having two dicks stroking you?”
“Yes.”
Blake shot her a wink. “You’ll be hooked. That’s a promise.”
She gasped as the wheel began its first rotation. The wood jarred as the center spoke allowed the circular piece balance. Soon, the wheel moved in a clockwise rotation. She stretched her neck and watched as she passed Blake, then Grant, then Blake again.
All the while, she was focused on her sex. The ginger made her pussy sizzle, and the scorching heat was more than superficial. The juices pooled at her entrance, burning her to her very core, the erotic fires dancing through her channel, licking her clit, and tantalizing her nipples. Everywhere the ginger had been rubbed or stuck, her body was brushed with a lingering reminder.
Now, as she spun around, she redirected her gaze, catching a glimpse of Blake’s hard dick pressing against his jeans, and then noticing Grant’s eyes filling with lust. Oh God, how much control could they possibly have now?
If she’d been the one behind the violet wand, if the electric device had been in her hand, how much punishment could she issue before the delivery itself became physically painful to watch?
The answer itself was evident in the thick package settled between Blake’s legs. He was enticed, tempted. Her mouth watered as she thought about Blake.
Good God, how they used to fuck away the days. She specifically remembered the first time Blake laid her down and loved her. They’d been practicing Domination and submission up until her nineteenth birthday. He was leaving for college soon, and he feared he’d leave her a virgin and someone else would take what he failed to grab for himself.
As the wheel spun, round and round, Morgan imagined herself in one of those old movies. The clip from her past started rolling backwards, squares spinning around and around until there was a huge pop. The modern-day scene vanished, tossing her back into the past, recapping another year, another setting. There, her history unfolded.
She was nineteen and in love. She’d been teased and taunted, loved hard, humped dry. And she wanted more.
Apparently, Blake did, too, but he wasn’t about to have sex without her brothers’ permission. She’d been so angry when she discovered Blake talked over his goals and ambitions with Kit and Kemper, she’d almost left him standing on her porch when he stopped by later that evening. Instead, she swore she’d make him pay for embarrassing her.
Morgan kept her promise.
Later that night, as they consummated their love, she’d enjoyed multiple orgasms. Blake, on the other hand, was so nervous and excited, he never got off.
He later made up for where he lacked, of course, but that first night together, oh hell. Their first time was something else. Nonstop loving led the way into an unforgettable night full of romance and perfection.
Blake did everything right. From music to candlelight, the man made sure her first time was special, wonderful.
Morgan took a deep breath, closed her eyes and concentrated on those memories. When the wheel stopped, she opened her eyes. Blake hovered over her, placing a peck on her lips.
His mouth trailed down her neck and he caught a nipple between his teeth, dragging his tongue over the point. He then returned to her mouth, wedging his tongue between her sealed lips, and that’s when he gave her one hell of a heated, lust-driven kiss.
At the same time, Grant shoved a dildo in her pussy, one she never saw in his hand. She released a sudden sigh as she anticipated the climax, wishing she could close her legs and trap his arm between her thighs.
Gr
ant fucked her with the toy until her breathing became ragged, an indicator he probably recognized. As she prepared to take the first orgasm, he managed to force the climax away, removing the toy and slapping her bare mound until the wallop resounded, an echo designed to make her ache for another slap, another smack, and so much more than what they’d already allowed.
“Fuck me,” she whispered against Blake’s lips. “Tell him I want the damn thing buried inside me.”
“Not yet, sub,” Grant said, shoving the toy between her folds and withdrawing the gadget even faster. He gave her pussy another solid smack and then finally left the tip of the device right inside her pussy lips, but the impalement was hardly worth a mention, and fell quite short of her appreciation.
