My mind floated in an ocean of unspeakable pleasure as I focused on his swirling, probing tongue. I was only vaguely aware of Chase and Noah, rising up on either side of me. They took turns kissing me, covering my lips with theirs. Delving their sweet tongues into my hot mouth, where I kissed them back with a desperate passion and insatiable hunger.
Never had I wanted anyone so badly, and yet there were three of them. It couldn’t happen fast enough. As much as I wanted to savor the moment; to draw out the sweet torment of what was about to happen, I also wanted them to throw me, to toss me. To turn me over and just ram themselves inside me, again and again, switching off whenever they wanted to, filling my pussy with the combined lengths of their hard, throbbing cocks.
Instead they took their time, kissing their way down my neck. Working their way down to my supple breasts, as Julian continued dragging his tongue over my clit in slow, tantalizing circles.
My hands sifted through two heads of hair. I had Chase on the right, Noah on the left. Kissing. Sucking. Pulling my corset down to nibble gently on my stiffening nipples, while kneading my breasts in their warm, strong hands.
Oh my God…
It was indescribable, how hot they were making me. How totally drenched I was, just thinking about having them. I rolled my hands into two tight fists, pulling on two very different heads of hair. Noah’s was soft and blond and felt wonderful between my fingers. Chase’s was coarser and darker, but no less satisfying.
Fuuuuck!
A hand made its way to my neck, just enough to apply a firm but gentle pressure. Another found my face, three probing fingers worming their way into my mouth. It was crazy, being this dominated. Being held by so many hands, as so many mouths worked my body at once.
Down below, Julian had my clit pinned softly between his lips. He was fluttering his tongue over it, driving me absolutely crazy as he worked two fingers inside. I bore down, grinding myself harder into his mouth. Pulled the heads of my other lovers tighter against my writhing body, as a long, satisfied groan escaped my lips.
I felt like a queen, pampered and catered to. Loved and cherished in the most intimate of all possible ways, by three of the most incredibly hot men I’d ever known.
You don’t deserve this…
Bullshit. I deserved every minute of it. I’d sacrificed for a long time, and gone without. I’d put off dating in general, so I could take care of my uncle, his sickness, and this very fucking castle.
If this was my payday, I was definitely cashing in.
An orgasm wracked my body, surging up from out of nowhere. I screamed loudly, arching my back. For a moment I was lost somewhere white and fluffy and beautiful, and then I was drifting back, spent and sated, my lovers’ firm hands still clamping me tightly against the bed.
My eyes fluttered open. Julian towered over me, shoving my thighs apart. My whole body shook with adrenaline as he pressed himself against my entrance.
“Was that fun?”
I nodded breathlessly. As the seconds ticked by, I bit my lip in frustration, waiting for him to shove himself home.
“Good,” he said, swirling the head of his cock teasingly against me. “Because now it’s our turn.”
He rose up, and suddenly I was being pulled to my feet. I stood there on two wobbly legs, not sure what was happening. Then I felt the pressure of hands on both my shoulders, forcing me to my knees.
“There we go.”
The guys stepped forward, closing in on me. I found myself kneeling on the bedroom’s ancient Persian rug… totally surrounded by cock. The guys were all heavy and thick. Swollen and warm and engorged, as they stood slowly stroking themselves around me.
“You look amazing,” murmured Noah, his eyes scanning every inch of my body. Slowly he extended one hand to touch the side of my face. “Soo fucking good…”
I smiled fiendishly for a moment, then leaned forward to take him into my throat. He was the perfect height for this. Relaxing somewhat, I got a nice back-and-forth rhythm going.
Then I reached out with my two free hands… and grabbed hold of the others, too.
“That’s our girl,” sighed Chase.
Fifty-Eight
MADISON
I blew them in a circle, one by one. Switching off whenever I wanted. Stroking the others up and down, top to bottom, in my slick, wet hands.
It was a powerful moment. So fucking enormous, to be surrounded and outnumbered. And so turned on, too. So hopelessly lost in lust, as I went harder, faster, even deeper, going down on all three of them at once.
Their moans told me everything I needed. The guys were more aroused than usual, watching me do them each in turn. My outfit sure didn’t hurt. They kept pawing at me, stroking my exposed skin. Snapping my garters playfully. Slapping or grabbing my ass as I sucked them off, until I was going so hard, so fast, they couldn’t hold back.