He knots his massive hand in my hair, grinning down at me. “I’m gonna fuck this mouth of yours now, babe. Get ready.”
My pussy gushes with need. I love the way he wants me. I love the way he needs me. I sniffle hard, the saltiness of my snot mixed in with the deliciousness of his pre-cum.
Now Hale takes me from behind, pushing into my pussy. My whole-body rolls with pleasure as he pushes into me and I have no choice but to relax. To give in.
To submit to these two men who want me so, so much.
Flint fucks my mouth, slow and greedy, and Hale works my pussy. I start to choke because Flint is so far down my throat, and I signal to him for air, please air. He pulls out, letting me suck in a big breath, and in his eyes, I see greed, and ferocity. And pride.
And love.
He makes me feel so, so amazing. Like, finally, I know my place and my future and how everything is supposed to be.
“You’re doing so fucking well, princess. Just let go. Let us show you what you need.”
Hale doubles-down behind me, fucking me deep and hard. I just let myself go to all of it, with every thrust and gasp for air, until they’re fucking me so hard that I know nothing and think of nothing.
Only them.
“You know what this is called, baby girl? What we’re fucking doing to you now?” Hale asks, savagely plunging into my pussy.
I shake my head, but can say nothing because my mouth is full of Flint’s cock. “Nnnn-hmmmm,” I manage to say, with my lips around his shaft.
“We’re spit roasting you, baby girl,” Hale growls. “We’ve got you from both sides.”
I moan around Flint’s cock and reach back, holding Hale’s hand for comfort. He grabs it instantly. Because he is brutal, and cruel, and intense, but he is also my protector. As they both are.
I feel myself starting to cum on Hale’s cock. My pussy clenches and rolls with waves of primal need that are completely beyond my control. I look up at Flint to signal to him that I’m getting close, so close.
“She’s almost there, Dad,” I hear Flint say as my orgasm starts to curl my toes.
Hale ramps up the pace even more, brutally fucking me from behind, and my body starts to give in completely. I open my throat, let go of all my inhibitions, and spill, messy and happy, into submission and love and want.
The first taste of Flint’s cum opens my mouth, so I let him in even deeper until tears pour down my cheeks. At the same time, Hale hangs onto my hips like handles and thrusts hard into me. I feel his cock pulsing within me. I moan when I feel his rhythm change.
As they come, so do I, as if all their pleasure is flowing into me and making my body melt, melt, melt.
I yank my head away, gasping for air, and the rush of oxygen with the gulp of air intensifies my pleasure even more. I’m coming so hard, it’s almost painful. It’s almost like I’m losing myself to them.
And it feels amazing.
My body goes soft and limp when I finish. I can’t move, I’m so spent and slippery and exhausted. My throat is sore from fucking and screaming; my pussy is exhausted, my butt cheeks sting in the most pleasurable way. And now, I don’t need to do a thing. Because they’ve got me. Completely.
They wrap their arms around me, holding me close, taking care of me, keeping me safe and warm.
“Love you both,” I whisper on a dreamy sigh.
“Love you too, baby girl.”
“Love you always, sweet girl.”
I’ve never felt such contentment. Never, in all my life.
Right or wrong, I don’t care anymore.
CHAPTER 9
Isabel
It’s been three of the most glorious, filthy, wonderful days. Flint and Hale have treated me like a baby, an equal, a love and a slut and I love it all.
Now, the sun is slipping slowly toward the ocean’s horizon as we head out to sea on the Baby again.
We’re heading to the bioluminescent bay at Laguna Grande for the evening, and I’m so excited to see it. But even more than that, I’m just excited and content to be with the two of them. I am just so happy to simply be with Flint and Hale together.
Where I belong.
I head down below decks to pee really quick and to grab my lip gloss. I’m wearing a dress they picked out for me on another shopping spree yesterday; a little white number with purple flowers, sexy and innocent that, they say, shows off all my curves in exactly the right ways. And if they say so, I believe them.
From my purse, I grab my lipstick, and there I see my phone as well. I’ve been so focused on them, so out of touch, that I haven’t checked the darned thing hardly at all.