Theirs to Keep

I shoved aside the cynical voice rattling around in my head just as Camden was pushing me onto my back. He took an ankle, then lifted my leg high over one of his massive shoulders. A second later he was pressing himself home. Pushing the oversized head of his incredible cock right through the slick folds of my hot, throbbing pussy.

“Slow,” I warned, tapping his arm with a finger. “You’re big, remember?”

He chuckled gruffly. “I remember.”

“Good,” I sighed, biting my lip. “Because I—”

Camden leaned forward and drove into me, letting the sheer weight of his body do all the work. It was scary. It was alarming.

But it was also pure unbridled rapture.

“MMMMmmmm….”

Slowly, surely, he pushed his way in. I was already soaked. Still, drenched from the foreplay, and even more turned on from everything Bryce had already done to me. When he finally hit bottom, I let out the long, heated breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding. Camden’s balls were heavy and thick, and pressing tightly against my ass. The hard part was over.

“We good?”

I laughed, and even the laughter was tight.

“Yeah. We’re good.”

He began that slow, rhythmic push-pull. The kind that only guys with really big dicks know about, because they’ve been chastised enough times into getting a girl used to them at first.

This is so. Fucking. Incredible.

I focused on breathing, and taking him deep. In time, everything relaxed. My body. My breathing. The iron-like grip I had on his two big biceps, in case I needed to regulate the speed and depth of his thrusts.

“Hey there beautiful. Don’t forget about me.”

I blinked and Bryce was hovering over me, smiling and kissing me upside-down. The Spiderman kiss. Just like in the movie.

“Here.”

He shifted forward, and dropped his manhood heavily across my face. That certainly wasn’t in the movie. I had to laugh.

“What?”

I closed my fist around Bryce’s cock, which was thick and warm and still wet from being inside me. I guided it past my lips and into my mouth, where I found out he tasted like me too.

“Nothing,” I laughed again. “Tell you later.”

I turned my head and began blowing him, trying to keep in time with Camden’s thrusts. Or maybe Camden was keeping in time with my mouth working his friend, I wasn’t sure which. Either way…

This is beyond fantastic.

I was lost in the heat, the sweat, the sheer weight of being crushed beneath Camden’s powerful thrusts. Of being sandwiched between two sizzling hot guys, whimpering softly as I pleasured them both, taking them from each end.

All other thoughts dissolved away; the manor and its many projects, the fact that these men had been married before. The history between them and their choice of lifestyle. The pain reflected in Roderick’s eyes, looking at that photo, remembering the past.

Whether Bryce and Camden still lived in the past didn’t matter, because right now they were focused on me. They were two thrusting bodies, surging into mine. Filling me up. Fulfilling my dream. Answering the question as to what something like this might be like; the culmination of every woman’s most taboo and deep-seeded fantasies, whether they admitted to them or not.

I’ll admit to them.

So far it had been nothing like I thought it would be, screwing two guys at once. It had been way, way better. I’d expected the raw thrill of being so thoroughly and completely dominated in every way, but I hadn’t counted on the feelings and emotions that came with it. There was passion in our fucking. Tenderness and caring, in the way the guys looked at me. When they weren’t plundering my body to fulfill their own base needs, they were sweet, even loving. It was in the way they held me, before and afterward. The way they kissed me, with such depth and adoration…

It was all just so full of meaning.

We surrendered to each other — that’s the best way to describe it. These men opened their hearts to me, and on many levels I did the same. Even as we physically took our pleasures, emotionally we were forming inseparable bonds. I’d felt it with Roderick during the thunderstorm, and with Camden that first time on the couch. I’d felt the connection with Bryce, wandering the darkened halls of the manor at midnight.