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“I’m sorry,” Arabella said, embarrassed.
“Don’t apologize for that!” Davy said, positioning himself at the entrance where she had felt such pain. “We want you lusty and desperate. Needy and voracious.”
That was a good thing, Arabella thought. Because in spite of the pain, she was all those things. And she found that it didn’t hurt very much this time when Davy eased his shaft up into her. Sore as she was when they both thrust up inside, she was stretched, too, and now there was room enough for him without agony.
In fact, what she felt when Davy slid up into her wasn’t anything related to agony at all. It was…strangely like relief. It was as if she had been empty her whole life without knowing it, and was suddenly filled.
“Noooo,” she said.
“No?” Davy asked, freezing mid-stroke.
“I mean, yes,” Arabella said. “I just can’t quite believe how good that feels.”
Davy’s concerned expression melted to a cocky grin. “Believe it.”
“Take more of me,” Malcolm commanded, from behind. And she used her hand to hold her cheeks apart so that he could push in deeper. He did and when she felt the swell of Malcolm’s steely erection stretch her impossibly, she cried out, burying her face against Davy’s chest.
Then Malcolm stopped, waiting for her to adjust. To take him.
How Malcolm and Davy could hold so still while she writhed and squirmed, was beyond her comprehension. But they had done this before, she remembered. They had shared women together. They knew how to do it. And while some part of her exploded in sudden jealous fury at whoever those nameless women were who were blessed to be between these two men, another part of her was grateful that they’d taught the men what to do.
The rest of her drowned in the pure ecstasy of it.
The way it felt when they were both pressed inside her as far as they could go…the way it felt to be filled in both places. It made her entire body quake, from head to toe. It made her sob with pleasure against Davy’s pale freckled shoulder. It was too much to stand. And yet, she wanted more.
Arabella moaned for them. She clutched at them. She was dying for them.
It was Davy who moved first, with slow, steady, gentle strokes. She felt it so strongly, every sensation. Even the friction of a thin membrane that separated the sex organs of the two men inside her. “Do you like that, lass?” Davy asked.
She could scarcely answer. She could only throw back her head and groan. She answered him with her eyes, which she knew were filled with a wicked lust. Surely he must see the fires that burned inside her now.
“Tell us,” Malcolm insisted, perhaps because he could not see her face. “Do you like to be fucked this way?”
“I like it so much,” she cried, a little sob at the end. “But I need more.”
“Greedy girl,” Davy teased, beginning to fuck her in earnest.
After Davy nodded to him over her shoulder, Malcolm began to move too. Arabella nearly shrieked, then. Not from pain, but from being overwhelmed by the sensation. Two men moving inside her. Alternating strokes. And though she knew this must be a very depraved act, condemned by all right-thinking folk, she felt she was meant to do this. That it was supposed to feel this way. Because it was so arousing that she had begun to pant.
“Dear God.” She groaned, low in her throat, as a feeling coiled in her belly.
They began to work her body harder. They began to let loose, freed to worry over their own pleasure, and not just hers. Their hands held her down. A wall of sweaty muscle behind her and in front of her, hard cocks thrusting in and out as they picked up the pace. She smelled their sweat, felt it slip over her skin, loved the base animal abandon of it all.
She wasn’t sure what gave her away. Maybe the way her breathing fell apart, disintegrating into desperate gasps. Maybe the way heat swept down her neck and over her breasts while her belly trembled.
Davy said, “You’re going to come off with us now, lass, aren’t you?”
“I—I don’t know,” Arabella cried, thrashing her head upon the pillow.
In her ecstasy, Arabella raked her nails down Davy’s chest, scratching his nipples, causing him to hiss with pain and pleasure. Her reward was a nip on the shoulder, the head of his cock burying itself deeper inside her.
“You are going to come,” Davy argued. “No girl can help it when she’s taking this much. I told you, it makes a woman insatiable.”
Arabella certainly felt insatiable
Malcolm snarled, “Come with a cock in both holes. Come now.”
It was a command. And Arabella obeyed at once. The explosion started between her legs, fire fanning outward to her belly as her body spasmed over and over, convulsing on both men inside her. Milking them. And when she screamed—loud enough to hurt her own ears—Davy stiffened, his cock pulsing and releasing a flood of warm cream inside her. Then came a chorus of orgasmic cries. She heard an agonized animal groan behind her as Malcolm pressed upon the small of her back, and found his own release. The warm rush of seed went on even as he continued to stroke in and out of her, battering against her cheeks with every jerk of his climax.
