Theirs to Keep

Camden peeled his friend off me just long enough to take me to the ground. He took me down into the soft green earth, away from the flagstone circle surrounding the central fountain. His kisses were fierce. His hands were everywhere. But as he pulled himself up and down through my dripping entrance, I was already bucking my hips up to meet him.

“Fuck me…”

It wasn’t only a request, it was the most desperate of requirements. We weren’t making love right now, we were consummating something important. Sealing our intentions in the most fiery and intimate of all possible ways, right here in the heart of the one place that brought us together.

I needed all three of them to shoot inside me. To put their seed in my belly, and somehow make me theirs.

One by one I needed them all.

Camden shoved my legs apart and climbed perfectly between them. With the coolness of the fresh sod beneath my back, he pushed his enormous member all the way through until it hit home.

“Yes baby,” I cried, clawing at the muscles of his pumping, churning ass. “YES.”

I held on as he rode me, using me as the vehicle of his own pleasure. I was still dizzy with coming so hard on Bryce. Still reveling in the hot fullness between my legs, having elicited two monster orgasms from two lovers already.

“Come in me,” I urged over and over, clawing hard at the flesh of his ass. I might’ve been breaking the skin. I knew it didn’t matter. “Come in me...”

Camden went faster, his hips drilling me even harder. Something had to give. Something had to bre

ak first.

“Come inside me,” I whispered, as he increased the depth of his thrusts. “My God baby, you’re so fucking big in there! Ohhhh… you’re pounding me out. You make me want to screa—”

Camden was the one who screamed instead, roaring my name as he emptied himself into my writhing body. He was too big to wrap my legs around. All I could do was lay there with my head lolled back, staring up at the sky as this incredible, gorgeous man squeezed every last drop of himself inside me, adding it to the beautiful chaos already left by his two best friends.

It was a full minute of euphoria before either of us came back down.

“Well… wow.”

We were still in the grass, still a big tangle of arms and legs as the others started applauding. My black stockings were shredded. My once-sexy garters, flopping down around my thighs.

“You look like the personification of sex itself,” joked Bryce.

“That good, huh?” I squinted up at him.

“C’mere.”

He pulled me to my feet and helped me step back into my shoes. The night was growing cooler, even darker. My skin was goosebumps.

“Alright,” said Roderick. “Now that that part’s out of the way…”

He held out his hand. I took it, and he pulled me in the direction of the manor again.

“Let’s see what we can do to her in an actual bed.”

Fifty

KARISSA

They lit the fireplace in my bedroom, thinking I was cold. In reality, I was shivering in anticipation. Still reeling with the thrill of what they’d told me in the garden, my body still pumped with the adrenaline of having been made whole by them, physically and emotionally.

Besides, the flames felt good on my naked skin.

It was right there in my own bed that they ravaged me, together as a team. I took them on happily, eagerly, my body working overtime to serve their every need, my mouth constantly kissing or licking or sucking. I was taken from both ends. Sandwiched hotly between two strapping lovers, while a third kissed and caressed me, awaiting his turn.

Turns. This is what it’s come to…

And oh they took turns. Lots of turns. Slow, deep turns and fast hard turns and turns that had me gripping the bedsheets and screaming into someone’s outstretched hand that suddenly clamped down over my mouth. Not because we couldn’t make as much noise as we wanted, mind you. But because getting a hand clamped over your mouth while being screwed through your third mind-numbing orgasm is exactly the type of thing that heightens that orgasm and makes the whole crazy experience that much hotter.