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“Because my secret door is just for you, Sir.”
“You are my best girl, Margaux.”
His praise shouldn’t mean anything to me. The part of me that praised my good boys bucked and screamed at the other part of me that strut like a peacock at the compliment.
I heard the wet squelch of lube and knew it was coming. The bite of pain, losing my breath, the desperate need to turn inward and fight against the pain instead of to breathe and push out and welcome that pain in. I didn’t know how Lazlo and Dax did this all the time. Eventually, that dark pleasure twisted my insides and sent me flying, but these first few minutes always made me forget the pleasure that waited for me on the other side.
“Go to your boys, Margaux,” Gideon patted my ass, now filled with the viscous gel that would help his cock breach me. “Lazlo, take her over. At least twice.”
Lazlo reached for my thigh and positioned it over his hip. He pressed his cock deep into my pussy, pushing and pulling with torturously slow movements. I became so distracted with chasing the pleasure Lazlo promised me; I didn’t notice the slow press of Gideon in my ass. Not until the fattest part of his head met the tight ring that tried to reject access.
“Now Lazlo.” Gideon snaked his hand between us, manipulating my clit.
“Do you know why we’re like this?” Lazlo whispered, pumping hard and fast to take me over quickly. “Look over my shoulder. Do you see what Dax is doing? His fingers are tracking my own puckered rim right now, my love. He’s going to breach me just as Gideon has you. We’ll both be the cream in a delicious cookie.”
I couldn’t see what Dax did, but picturing it, knowing his fingers touched him in the same way Gideon had just touched me, started the dark tendrils of pleasure from unspooling.
“He feels so good, Margaux. I love when he fucks me. When he goes out of town, and I’m left to my own devices, I pull out my version of Mr. Big and imagine his arms wrapped around my waist just as they are right now. I imagine the bite of pain as his monster cock splits me wide open. What gets me every time, though, is when my ass finally lets him in, and he makes this little sound in his throat like a puppy that just discovered a bed in front of the fire.”
At that moment, Dax pressed home and let out a pleasured sigh.
“It feels so good, dove.” Gideon murmured in my other ear. “I can feel Lazlo’s cock rubbing against mine. We’re so close right now. The thinnest barrier separates us, and it’s turning me inside out. I wanted to spend the rest of my life buried in this ass.”
That was all it took to bring Lazlo over. He came with force, ejaculating deep into my pussy. We’d done away with condoms. As a committed foursome, and actively on birth control, we fucked too many times a week to blow through that many condoms. Besides, I loved them painting me with their come. One day, one day, I wanted them all to put a baby in me. Either one at a time or all at once.
Lazlo’s orgasm triggered both of my other beautiful men. I came as Gideon did, losing my tether to earth and slingshot Ing into the dark crevices of the stratosphere. We lay in an exhausted heap, unable to move.
Thankfully, we owned the penthouse at Club Sin exactly for these evenings. Brooklyn hadn’t played at the club in quite some time, so when I texted her and asked if I could buy her out, she enthusiastically agreed. We were even partners, even if I did occasionally kneel for him.
“My brother called me this morning.” Gideon chuckled as we all finally reassembled and went about the penthouse getting ourselves cleaned up. “I guess him, Clover, Odin, and Joaquin are going to be moving to New Mexico. They’re going to build a kinky camp and housing community. He asked if we’d come out and try out the campground. What do you think? Maybe we can even convince Rae, Fraser, and Leo to join us.”
I would go wherever Gideon led me. Or Lazlo. Dax too. I tied myself to my three men with loving enthusiasm. No matter what our future held, Id found love, devotion, and unconditional acceptance with my three men, and I had no interest in spending a second without them.
