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“Yours. My three Daddies.” I moan loudly as Noble flicks my clit with his tongue. “Please,” I beg. The pleasure unfurling in my belly is almost too much to bear as I feel it working its way through my body.
My eyes close, and I arch into Noble’s mouth while chasing the pinching pain of Lorde’s fingers. When I feel the heat of a different mouth latching onto my other nipple, I combust, screaming out my ecstasy as the three suck me in unison. Lorde replaces his fingers with his mouth at the same time Duke falls onto me, and I can’t think straight, can barely function as my body goes haywire and electric currents tingle like a livewire.
“It’s too much!” I cry out, but they don’t stop, they work harder. Push for more. Take everything until I’m a panting, squealing mess, unable to form a single thought. “Please, stop.” I’m crying now; it’s too sensitive. Too intense.
They don’t let up, though. Noble moves from between my legs, and Duke takes his place. Circling a digit around my throbbing center, he uses my juices to coat his fingers before slipping down to my back hole.
“Oh god!” I scream again. The pleasure is mind-numbing, overwhelming, as someone lifts my legs and spreads them wider. Duke pushes one finger through the tight ring, pumping in and out, slowly at first. My vision blurs as I try to look down at him.
“Daddy,” I keen on another cry when my clit gets flicked. My entire body convulses, and I want to run and lean into their touches simultaneously.
When a second finger is pushed in with the first, I yank Duke’s hair, pulling him closer or away, I’m not entirely sure.
“Over here, little girl.” Noble’s roguish voice calls my attention, and as I turn my head, my mouth hanging open, he shoves the head of his dick inside the awaiting cavern. I moan as I wrap my lips around him.
Rubbing my tongue up and down his length, massaging him while feeling like I could cry, I’m distracted enough that I don’t realize Duke has added a third finger to my ass until he’s praising me for it. “Look at you, little girl, so perfect with half my hand in this divinely tight little hole. You’re going to take Daddy Duke’s cock so fucking well.”
I moan again, and Noble pushes farther until I feel him at the back of my throat. My hips begin to seek out more of Duke, too.
God, what are they doing to me?
Reaching up a hand, I grip the base of Noble’s cock that won’t fit in my mouth, squeezing as he pumps steadily. “Fucking natural little cocksucker, aren’t you, princess?” I whine my agreement as our sights meet. “Keep those pretty eyes on me, Sol.” He pets one side of my face as his hips speed up.
When I feel fingers sliding down my belly, I try to see what Lorde is doing, but Noble lightly taps my cheek to get my attention. “Eyes on me.” His growl is ferocious, and my heart beats harder in my chest.
Feeling Lorde’s fingers circling my clit, I nearly come unglued as the desire that was beginning to ebb roars back with vengeance. As he first slips one finger into my restrictive channel, bringing his lips to my ear and sucking on the lobe, it’s more than I can take.
When the second finger slides through my folds, Duke is still stretching my ass open, and my body explodes and splinters. I’m delirious from the onslaught of decadency. I can’t handle any more. The pinpricks of pain are inordinate, and I attempt to shove all three away, but they refuse to budge. Only pushing me harder, driving me higher up the cliff of absolute satisfaction, and I’m unclear whether I’ll survive the fall…
Shaking my head is impossible because Noble is fucking my mouth now, like it’s his own personal toy, and it’d be a lie if I said I didn’t enjoy it because I do. I love the way he’s using me.
“Fuck.” Duke is the one cursing. “I’m sorry, little girl, but Daddy needs this.” I barely have time to look and see him pulling out his cock. Big, red, angry-looking, and a craving settles in my belly to taste him.
Pulling his fingers out of my ass, he replaces them with the head of his cock. I try to inch away, but he won’t let me, easing the large bulbous head inside. That’s all he gives me before furiously working his cock with one hand.
Surprisingly, Lorde pushes that hand away and pulls his own away from my pussy to wrap around Duke’s impressive length, pumping him in earnest. “Ah fuck, Lorde,” the man groans, his head thrown back as pleasure grips him by the balls. Literally.
Noble refocuses my attention as he grabs a chunk of my hair and fucks my face more forcefully. “Fucking take it all, little girl.” It’s the only warning I receive before his length pulses and releases in my mouth as he shoves to the back of my throat. Swallowing around him, he growls and pumps harder as I gulp down his unending streams of cum.
“Fuck she’s hot,” Lorde whispers in my ear as Noble slips out of my mouth, and I feel the minute Duke finally releases inside my ass. Someone pinches my clit again, and I skyrocket into a world of pleasure that takes me from this earth, swirls me around like cotton candy, and spits me back out into an unconscious state.
SEVEN
Duke
My anal fetish has typically scared women off. I’ve never blamed them, not once. I’m an imposing fucking man, and my dick matches my size, so I’ve never pushed it on a woman before, never even thought about it. But from the minute we met Sol, I worried more than ever that not only would she be repulsed by my need to fuck her so intimately, but her petite body wouldn’t be able to handle it.
It’s been hours since just the head of my dick has been in her glorious asshole, and already, I’m craving it again. I need it like I need air to breathe, and after that tantalizing treat, I know she enjoyed it. She lit up like a sparkling Christmas tree once she realized the pleasure that can come with such a filthy act.
Even now, she’s lying on her stomach, passed out cold from a solid night’s rest, and I’ve got her legs spread, ass cheeks open, and I’m watching as my semen lingers at her puckered entrance.
“Never thought I’d see you so damn obsessed,” Noble comments from where he stands in the doorway.
“You seen this?” I glance over at him to find his eyes glued to her creamy holes.
“We need to talk,” he informs us. Lorde has been lying beside her, rubbing gentle circles on her back to keep her calm. Something she hasn’t told us yet is that she suffers with nightmares from time to time, presumably from the shooting.
“So speak,” I demand, not wanting to leave my post.
