She tried to talk, but Cole’s shaft filled her mouth between breaths. He pumped faster.
Soon he was out of control. His rhythm intense as his orgasm built. Deacon matched his pace. Pushing inside her, stretching her, taking her up a cliff where she was sure she would shatter when she fell off the edge.
“Is she ready?” Cole groaned.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Deacon answered. He leaned one arm to the bed.
Her eyes shot open, but Deacon had already grabbed the baton. Her ass was so high in the air, she was exposed. He rubbed her opened, pressing his thumb against the tight rosebud. She groaned, knowing the fire would spread through her belly when he fucked her with it fully. She tired to relax. She licked and sucked Cole, focusing on what he was giving her. Her muscles relaxed as Deacon sank the baton inside her forbidden zone.
Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. She wanted more, but the pressure was followed by prickles of pain. Deacon was so big inside her, adding the baton was too much. She wanted both. She wanted him to fuck her in both places, but her body had to adjust. They were right. There was no way she handle either of them yet.
Cole turned around to watch.
“Baby, open up. Let me see you take it like you’re going to take my cock.”
She wanted to do this for him. She wanted him to know she could handle it. She tried to relax. It was enough that Deacon thrust the baton deeper inside her.
“Fuck her again, man,” Cole instructed.
Deacon slid the baton to the edge of her opening and Abby welcomed the next thrust. It filled her.
She bucked off the bed. Every opening was bursting with fireworks. Her tits hardened. Her belly burned. Her spine fired with flames. The orgasm ripped through her. It canvassed her body, circling her pussy and spreading through her ass.
“Oh fuck. Fuck,” Cole groaned as he jerked his hips forward, releasing himself in her mouth.
“You’re so fucking amazing, Abby.” Deacon thrust hard, searing the baton in her ass as he emptied himself deep in her core. He stood at the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wider as his cock fired rockets inside her.
Slowly, Cole slid his shaft from her mouth, rolling on his side. She licked her lips, swallowing the last bits of his essence. He tasted salty and sweet. Her legs were still in the air. Deacon was buried inside her. The sweat dripped from his brow. He fell forward, kissing her breast.
“That was fucking amazing.”
Her body tingled from every pore. Her blood rushed with new energy.
Cole leaned to kiss the corners of her lips. “Did it feel good, baby?”
She nodded. “I’ve never felt anything like it.”
Deacon rolled off her to the opposite side, pulling his cock and the baton from her at the same time. She suddenly felt empty. She wanted them back. She wanted to feel whole again.
Cole’s palm coasted over her naval and slid between her legs. She was sore, but it felt good.
“Mmm,” she murmured.
He gently wound his fingers over her clit and to her entrance, making a figure eight.
“So beautiful,” he whispered. “You have no idea what you looked like with my cock in those lips.”
She couldn’t believe she was already turned on again. He pumped a finger inside her. It hurt, but it was a sweet pain.
“I want this.” He pushed another finger inside her.
She nodded. Could this possibly happen again?
She looked down and saw how hard he was already.
“Please,” she begged, but her eyes were on Deacon. Somehow it felt natural to have the two of them here. “I want the full thing. Everything. Can we?”
Deacon shook his head. “You aren’t ready. It’s going take time. More than a few fucks with a toy.”