The Chase

“Now I’m going to squeeze into your hot little cunt and pack you full of cock,” Beck murmured at her ear.

His words painted a thoroughly indecent picture in her head. Heavenly’s nipples tightened. Her clit throbbed in time with her racing heartbeat. Her legs shook. She mewled and nodded as much as his commanding grip and Seth’s thrusting cock allowed.

“Take me balls deep, little girl.”

Heavenly braced herself for a long, feral thrust, but Beck changed his strategy, feeding each thick inch inside her clutching core so slowly she wailed with need.

“Oh, christ, this pussy feels like lava. Like liquid fucking velvet.” His voice was rough and hoarse.

“Her mouth, too,” Seth choked out. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last. Jesus…”

“Keep it together so we can take her apart.”

Seth nodded and began rocking his hips in relentless thrusts. Desperately, she wrapped one hand around his shaft, stroking him up and down in tandem with her mouth.

“Oh, angel…” he panted. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Behind her, Beck drove in and out of her with long, wild strokes. One hand gripped her hip so hard she swore he’d leave bruises, but she didn’t mind. The other slid lower and strummed her where she needed him most.

A starburst of tingles scattered from her swimming head to her languorous limbs, then centered in the one spot that had her moments from bursting into a million helpless pieces. Heavenly cried out, a moan muffled by Seth’s deep, demanding strokes. She sucked harder and arched her ass higher for Beck, focused on giving them every bit of her she could.

But her body soon clawed for the satisfaction converging behind her clit. Legs shaking and back bowed tight, she stretched out for the last bit of pleasure she needed to fall in the swell of ecstasy.

Around Seth’s cock, she let loose a pleading moan and sent him a beseeching stare.

“We’re losing her, man.” His voice sounded ragged as he dragged his hand from her nape and cinched his fist into her hair, controlling her pace as he shuttled even faster into her mouth. “I’m not fucking far behind.”

“There with you,” Beck admitted in a gravelly voice.

“Thank fuck.” Seth sent her a tight grimace, clearly hanging on by a thread, too. “Angel…come.”

Heavenly managed to bob her head as all the sensations they heaped on her converged—Seth’s manly flavor, their clutching hands, Beck’s savage thrusts. They combined to steal her mind and send her hurtling toward aching, excruciating relief.

Suddenly, Beck plastered his slick chest against her back with a growl. “Together. With us. Now.”

The masterful way they plied her body left Heavenly no choice.

Bliss shimmered right in front of her when a loud, animalistic roar tore from Seth’s chest. Thick streams of semen erupted, spilling onto Heavenly’s tongue and blazing down her throat. She drank him down, reveling in the tangible proof of his satisfaction. It was her last coherent thought before every muscle in her body seized. She couldn’t breathe, only shudder and shake, as her tightly wound need uncoiled, springing a billion sparks of blinding light behind her eyes. Heavenly continued milking Seth’s cock with her mouth while her involuntary spasms pulled at Beck’s swelling shaft. As languid euphoria rolled through her, he bellowed as if someone had ripped open his chest, clamped his hands on her tighter, then stilled with one final shuddering grind inside her.

She didn’t know how many panting, heart-thudding moments passed before they gently withdrew from her. She only knew exhaustion, tranquility, and repletion. Beck and Seth constantly stole more of her soul because they made her feel special. And when they put their arms around her, pressing kisses of praise to her face and back, she wondered how she could truly belong anywhere but with them.

Seth’s strong, capable fingers combed through her hair as Beck’s lips brushed her shoulder. Even with her eyes closed, she could already distinguish their individual touches, just like she could discern their unique scents. The realization made her smile.

“You good, angel?” Seth’s voice was barely above a whisper.

“Mmm,” she moaned, still unable to string words together.

It would be so easy to tell them she wanted to spend the rest of her life between them. They made her feel so steady and centered. But there was a whole world she’d promised her dad she’d see. Could she know what would truly make her happy until she saw it?

Beck stirred, moving away and taking all his musky body heat with him. Her moan of protest was quickly replaced with one of gratitude when Seth draped a nearby cotton blanket over her exposed skin. As she snuggled in, she pressed her ear to his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heart.

“Open, little girl,” Beck urged.

The scent of chocolate tickled her senses. Heavenly parted her lips and wrapped caressing fingers around his wrist as he placed a sugary square on her tongue. When the sweet treat melted on her taste buds, she lifted her lids halfway to send him a sluggish smile of thanks.

“Keep floating, little girl.” Beck chuckled.

“Still flying, is she?”