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Okay. I get it. Don’t fucking talk.
The guys pull me up by the arms and fortunately don’t let go, because I’m dizzy as hell from being upside down for so long. I look around for my champagne even though my jeans are still around my knees. I start to shuffle over to the coffeetable where I left it, but another hand grabs my arm and stops me.
“This way, baby,” Levi says, pointing at the dining table.
Oh. Okay.
He takes the chair Wyatt spanked me in, and turns it, facing away from the table, leaving the chair back touching the table’s edge.
“Kneel on the chair, resting your arms on the table.”
Still hobbled by the jeans around my lower legs, I manage to get into position, knees on the seat, and lean forward. This puts my ass up in the air, which I kind of like. I wag it around a little to be cute.
Smack.
Jesus. Enough already.
A hand lands on the back of my neck, forcing my upper body flat on the dining table. At the same time, someone behind me dribbles something gooey down the crack of my ass.
“Yeah,” Henry growls. “I’ve wanted this ass since the first time I saw you sashaying around the office in your tight jeans, baby.”
Huh. So they did notice me.
I hold my breath, unsure exactly what they are up to. I mean, I obviously have an idea. I’m not an idiot.
And someone plunges into my pussy. It happens so hard and fast it takes my breath away. Fingers dig into my hips and ass for leverage, and a huge cock drives in and out of me, shoving me further forward on the table where I am pinned.
“Fuck, she feels so fucking good,” Henry groans. “God, this fucking pussy, it’s gonna be the end of me…” he trails off.
I feel a finger press against my backside. Yes, that backside. Actually, it’s not pressing against it as much as pressing into it.
The finger breaches my ass and pumps at the opposite rhythm Henry’s fucking me. His cock goes in, and the finger pulls out. His cock slides out, and the finger goes in.
And oh my god I’ve never felt anything like it. I slap my hands on the dining table under me because that’s really all I can move with someone’s hand still on my neck. This much pleasure can’t possibly be normal, or legal, or moral. Or something.
And I fucking love it.
I love the cock in my pussy and the finger in my ass and in the next moment, they’re both withdrawn from me. But not for long. A big cockhead positions itself against my bottom, and as soon as I focus on relaxing, it pops inside me.
Fuck if it doesn’t hurt like a bitch. I want to say to stop, that I can’t do it, and that I don’t want any more.
But I do want more.
The cock in my ass pulses gently, not really moving in or out, while I get used to the sensation. After a minute, the burn subsides, leaving behind a warmth that I start to like. I wag my ass to ask for more and slowly, slowly my ass is filled.
More lube is dribbled as the cock bottoms out in me and I’m full and struggle to relax and breathe so I can enjoy it.
I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to block all sensation except what’s between my legs, and I contract and throb and I’m pretty sure I’m going to come even though I didn’t realize you could from being ass-fucked. Sure, I’ve read about this in my romance novels, but I have to admit I was always skeptical. Now I know it’s true. I’m living it.
The hand on my neck is abruptly removed and Levi, now without any clothes, jumps up on the dining table and positions his cock in front of my mouth. Without a word, I take him the way I’m taking Henry in my ass and I start to come but keep sucking like my life depends on it.
Maybe it does. Because I feel pretty fucking alive right now.
Henry comes, then Levi comes, and when they’ve pulled out, Wyatt helps me up, my body stiff from holding the same position for so long. He takes me to a hot bath he must have prepared when the guys were having their way with me, and helps me sink in up to my chin. He kneels at the side and soaps up a washcloth, gently washing every inch of my body.
When he sees I can barely keep my eyes open, he guides me out of the tub with Henry’s and Levi’s help, dries me off, and puts me to bed.
Of course, the moment my head hits the pillow, I’m wide-awake. Isn’t that always the way?
“No longer sleepy?” Levi asks, taking my hand and kissing the back of it.
I smile. “I don’t know. I kind of feel like I’m floating, not asleep and not awake, but warm and safe. And happy.”
The guys smile back and me and I could swear Wyatt wipes away a tear. I don’t say anything though. No reason to embarrass the guy.
I let my eyes flutter closed and as I do, someone’s lips cover mine and I reach up to pull him under the covers. I part my legs and he presses into my entrance, and now I’m getting ideas for Levi’s next sexy novel.
