Mastered by the Zandians (Zandian Brides 3)

He kisses me and our mouths attack each other, our hands grasping, squeezing. I find his cock and grab it, wrap my fist around and tighten it. He groans in pleasure, even though I’m using nearly my full power. My Zandians can handle anything I dish out, and that lets me go wild when I need to.

I cry out a battle roar and bite his shoulder as hard as I can, sinking in my teeth, and the taste of his skin sets me aflame. As does his roar of pain and pleasure. He tosses me over his lap and spanks my ass with his hand. “Did I give you permission to bite me, vipn?”

I scramble off his thighs and straddle them. His enormous cock prods the entrance to my pussy. “You love it when I bite you.” I lean in and nip his lower lip, then grab his arms and dig in my nails. “Veck me now. Do it or I’ll go insane.”

He growls. “You think you call the shots in here?” But the way his hands tease my skin, tug at my nipples, lets me know that I own him as much as he owns me. The look in his eyes is pure desire.

“I always call the shots.” I rise up on my knees to position myself, then slowly lower myself so the tip of his cock pushes at my entrance. “You want this shot? Tell me how much you like my pussy.” I grip his triceps and squeeze. Lean in and lick his neck. Suck his horns, one, then the other. “Tell me. Vecking tell me.” My voice trembles.

“You don’t already know?” He grabs my hips and stops me from sinking further onto his cock. “You don’t feel it with every touch, see it every time I look at you?”

I groan in frustration, trying to push closer to his iron length. “Let me.”

He laughs. “When I’m ready.”

I use all my strength, fighting him for the power position, but he holds me off easily. “Domm!” I punch him and struggle, leaning in as if in hand-to-hand combat, squeezing him with my legs, trying to use my arms to force him to do what I want.

“Yes, fight me,” he murmurs, his eyes flickering shut, his whole body taut. “Vecking fight me. You know I love taking you down.”

He rolls over suddenly so I’m lying on the bed and he’s on top of me, his entire body pressing me into the covers. He pulls my arms over my head and pins them down to the pillow. His thighs push into my body, and our chests are skin to skin. My nipples sing with the pain and stimulation of the clamps and the friction of his body. I try to open my thighs, get his cock closer, but I can’t move.

“I win, as always.” He smirks at me. “And that means I get victor’s choice.”

Quick as lightning he rolls over again, placing me on top of him. “You ride, Mirelle. And Lanz is going to take your ass from behind. You can come once both of our cocks are in you and we give permission.”

Lanz

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She moans, and when she sinks down onto Domm’s cock—he controls it, letting

her take him inch by inch, until she’s fully seated—she sighs and closes her eyes, a look of bliss on her face.

It’s about vecking time. I’m going to explode if I don’t get to veck her soon. It’s hotter than anything to watch her be dominated, except when I get to do it.

“Shift up so I can take your ass,” I order, coming up behind her and running my hands down her sides. I reach around and squeeze her exquisite breasts, using them like handles to help position her, enjoying her squeals and moans.

The three of us move until she’s in the right configuration to handle both of us. I grab the bottle of lube I’ve brought along and squirt some along her tight bottom, rubbing it in with my finger.

She makes a noise of appreciation and pushes back into my hand, asking for more. I add more lube and insert a second finger into her body, moving them around to stretch her out. She helps by grinding her hips, squeezing her muscles.

‘Yeah, you ride him,” I order her. “Let the pleasure distract you while I prepare your ass.”

Her body is so tight, and I don’t want it to hurt when I take her, so it requires some time to get her ready. I insert the long, thick plug into her body gently, pushing even when she sucks in her breath and tries to move away. She doesn't have much room to work with, though, riding Domm’s cock as she is, and I chuckle as I grab her with one hand and slide the plug home. “Don't fight it,” I murmur into her ear, pulling her body back against my chest, “You know it feels good once you let it in.”

She hisses and then relaxes when it happens. “Mmmm…” she agrees, rocking back and forth. “Let me come, please.”

“Not just yet.” I tease her by twisting and playing with the plug as she grinds on Domm, until she’s so needy that she’s gasping and whimpering with each movement.

“I think she’s ready.” Domm’s voice is taut with need. “And I can’t wait another vecking second.”

I can’t either. I pull out the plug and get on my knees, setting my cock in line with her ass. “Push back,” I tell her, as I start to sink into her body. I go slowly, because handling two Zandian cocks isn’t simple, but she leans back, forcing me in faster. “Do it now,” she demands, and cries out in pleasure. “Mother Earth. Yes. Yes.”

I love vecking her every way, from every angle, and her ass is exquisite. She rides Domm, and I thrust from behind, and soon the three of us are in a rhythm that works. Little by little, the pace quickens; Domm pulls her down onto his cock, then I tug her back onto mine, and she urges us on with her sound and by clenching around me so hard I almost come too soon.

We’re all crying out—mixed grunts, groans, sighs, and then she cries out that she needs to come.

“Do it,” I tell her, although she’s not going to wait, none of us are. She tightens her entire body, I explode with pleasure, squeezing her body anywhere I can. The pleasure goes on and on, and my body is full of electric delight.