“Don’t rush me. I’ll give you what you need, sub-muffin. I always do.”
“Yes, but when can I give you what you need?” she asked anxiously, her body pulsing with too much desire.
“Just as soon as you’re prepared to fuck, and you aren’t ready for us yet,” Grant crooned, wedging his middle finger inside her ass.
“Oh hell and damnation, Grant!” Her body clenched around the digits as his hand bumped against her bottom. His probing finger slid in and out, the center bone causing enough friction to make her wish for something wider, longer. “If I’m not ready now, I swear it won’t take but a minute, especially at this rate.”
“Relax,” he rasped, working another finger inside her, fucking her anally as he assaulted her back hole, deeply penetrating her as he stretched her.
Her breath caught in her chest as Blake passed off a large, cold stone, a butt plug with a wider head and shape than the typical dildos she’d purchased in the past. The mere sight made her shake as she anticipated the delicious erotic torture awaiting her.
Grant squirted lube on the toy, rubbing the rough, gritty end around her opening. Her ass clenched around the object with the initial impalement. What she’d give to fuck one of them with the toy trapped between her globes.
She squeezed her ass cheeks together then, allowing her imagination to run wild. Could her small body handle an invasion from front to back? She’d like to give it a try and see.
Grant rooted the object inside her rectum. “There, baby. Enjoy.”
“Oh my God! What is that?” The cool texture of the stone made her senses come alive. The solid formation lodged inside her rear passage and she squirmed with the intrusion. Then, she bucked against Grant’s busy hand, realizing his middle finger worked around the perimeter of the object. He fingered her anus as he traced the stretching veins, feeling his way inside her until the pad of his fingers r
an back and forth over the delicate tissues and straining muscles.
Grant tapped the oblong end one final time and his palm landed against her bottom. He busted her ass with repetition, the sounds of an erotic spanking resounding around them.
A zipline of heat gushed through her body. Her cunt was on fire. Her breasts, regardless of how small, were full and heavy. Good God, she needed something to ease the heat, stabilize the lust.
She had never wanted anything more than the sex she needed from them right then. “Please, enough!”
“We’re not even close to finishing you off.” Grant shoved his arm forward. The stone took a vibrating spin as he throttled her, pushing the toy high inside her channel.
Morgan’s body groveled for satisfaction. Her clit felt as if a heavy tongue pressed flat against the sensitive button. Her bottom was numb from the spankings. As another firm wallop struck her globes, she was more than lust-ridden. Morgan became arousal in motion, bucking under each heavy strike.
“What a pretty red ass,” Blake said, licking his lips as he knelt to observe.
“My ass is your ass,” she teased. “Now, do something productive with my bottom. Will ya?”
Grant laughed. “What do you think, Blake? Is the old Morgan resurfacing?”
“I hope so,” Blake responded. “I think so.”
She strained against the hands steadying her, dipping her head lower. She soon buried her face in Grant’s lap and trembled under a loving smack, locking her hands around his calves. She accepted the pampering while fantasizing about what came next, something close to pleasurable pain. A harder spanking, a more intrusive toy.
Grant tapped the butt plug and her body endured a true enhanced prodding, closing around the object stuffed inside her rectum. She would come, if he’d only let her.
She ground against him, throwing her leg over his muscular thigh. “Wench!” he exclaimed, pushing his hand under her pussy. “Don’t rush me. Remember what happens to naughty women when they become greedy with need.”
With his palm underneath her, she bumped under the manual stimulation, jiggling her hips in an effort to find some satisfaction. “Please, Grant. Give me what I need.”
“Soon,” he promised, patting her pussy, stroking her folds with his fingertips. “Have I ever let you down? Don’t I always know what’s best for you, sub?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “Oh yes.”
Blake’s tongue thrust inside her mouth. She bit at the tip, locking her lips over his. She moaned as his tongue dueled with hers and she focused on the taste of him, the mix of peppermint and wintergreen filling her senses. She became mesmerized as she memorized everything about the way he took her lips, stole away with them as if they were an extension of his own.
“I need you,” she whispered, nipping at his parted lips.
“You have me,” Blake promised, framing her face as his tongue gave her a dose of the delicious events to soon follow, darting in and out of her lips in a solid effort to demonstrate the sex acts they’d soon perform.
“Here, sub,” Grant said, screwing his fingers inside her pussy. “Now, honey. Use my fingers for your pleasure. Ride ’em hard, like you never intend to let me have them back.”