“I can feel that, Emmeline.” Marcellus’s grave murmur had her moaning. “I can feel how your tight cunt is pinching Max. Feel the soft fluttering on his cock. I can feel his satisfaction at watching his cock part your flesh, to see how you stretch around him. I feel the gratification he feels from watching you squirm on him. We know it burns, we know you love it, and we love that.”
Marcellus’s hot whisper wrung soft moans from her throat. Maxwell withdrew from her slowly, the rasp of his thickness sending shivers of endless delight through her. The force of his plunge back into her jerked the desk underneath his brother. A delirious whimper of lust tore from her throat. Marcellus arched her thighs a little more, lifting her bottom almost off his lap, splaying her.
“Too much…too deep…” Her words tapered off into a short scream as Maxwell plunged into her again.
“It’s not too much. You can take us…take me. I know how Marcellus makes love, Emily. I know how he would have made you fuck his cock when you rode him. Hard and deep. I know that when your pussy burned you, you still begged Marcellus to go harder, to pleasure you. I know he has taken this tight little pussy of yours until you could hardly walk, but you still loved it. So I know you can take the pounding I am giving you now, and I know you love it from the wetness bathing my cock.”
She convulsed at his raw words, scorching delight rippling through her core and bowing her back. Maxwell kissed her lips as he lunged harder, sending a bolt of pleasure through her slick vagina that got wetter and wetter with each inward plunge.
Sweat slicked from Emily, and an aura of sensuality hung around the room.
“I have fantasized about the two of us fucking you, loving you together for so long,” Maxwell whispered in her ear, his voice guttural as he started moving with harder lunges that had her quivering in ecstasy.
Marcellus dug his hands into her thighs, holding her hopelessly pinned as Maxwell rolled his hips with power. She convulsed, ecstasy bowing her back and trapping the scream in her throat. Heat coiled in her belly and whimpers escaped from her, the pleasure building bright and tight, but it felt out of her grasp.
“More.” Her voice was a raw whisper of lust.
Marcellus released one of her thighs, rubbing two of his fingers into the juice that slicked from her, and ran his fingers into the crease of her rear. He thrust his fingers into her back entrance, and the sharp bite of pain and the rough pleasure sent her tumbling. She threw back her head, slamming into his chest, and screamed.
“Marcellus.” His name was a pleading cry. The stark sensation went on and on, consuming and destroying her with hunger.
He released her other thigh and tilted her head to claim her lips in a kiss so sensually soft and loving that tears came to her eyes. He drank her cries, his fingers screwing into her from behind in time to Maxwell’s recoiling hips. Maxwell licked her nipple, which he rolled between his teeth, sucked and bit sensually. The riotous sensations slammed into her, splintering her with delight once more, and she felt the thick jets of Maxwell’s release splashing hotly in her.
They stayed like that for almost a minute; then Maxwell pulled from her gently, and she moaned. Marcellus lifted her and carried her in his arms over to the sofa. She swallowed nervously when Maxwell removed the dozens of cushions from the sofas and made a bed on the floor.
She clung to Marcellus as he placed her gently on it. She was aware that his fingers were still buried deep in her back end. She met his gaze, and the wild, hot hunger in it had her heart tripping. He kissed her lips softly as he eased his fingers from her.
“Trust me?” His lips quirked, but she saw that he still had some reserve in his eyes.
“I love you,” she assured him, needing to remove all the shadows that she saw. She needed him desperately. “I trust you.”
He placed another kiss on the corner of her mouth, and her lashes fluttered closed. She listened to the merry crackle of the fireplace, and the rustles and opening of drawers as they moved about the room. She could picture the powerful panther-like way they would move. They were both honorable men, powerful, ruthless, but with the capacity to be loving, kind, and gentle, and they were all hers. She froze, refusing to open her eyes as the truth resounded in her. They were hers. Both of them.
The vitality of them surrounded her, and her eyes flew open to meet Maxwell’s. It was as if he knew her thoughts. His lips creased in a gentle smile as he kissed her tenderly. “You are our heart and soul.”
Maxwell and Marcellus’s muscular bodies surrounded her. Their hands caressed her, their touch rough yet soft, hot and volatile yet gentle. Sensations rioted through her. Their hands worked over her body, arousing her further. Marcellus placed a damp cloth between her legs, and she shivered as he cleaned her folds. Maxwell’s mouth clamped over her nipple, sucking and nibbling. Lust clawed at her.
She tossed her head and turned into Marcellus’s kiss; she mewled into his mouth when Maxwell trailed his lips to her pulsating center and lapped the wetness from between her legs. He flicked his tongue over her clitoris, causing her hips to jerk. She sank her nails into Marcellus’s shoulders, raking his skin frantically. She was shifted, and then Maxwell rested between her thighs, lapping at her with decadent greed. She was awash in sensual flames. It was too much yet not enough.
Without bringing her to fulfillment, Maxwell got up and sank onto the sofa, watching her and Marcellus with lust filling his eyes.
Marcellus turned her around so that she lay on her stomach. She moaned as he placed two of the cushions beneath her, arching her into the air. She cried out as a slap was delivered to her curved buttocks. She glanced at Maxwell, and his gaze was hot and approving as he stared at them.
Marcellus opened her cheeks, and she could feel the intensity of his stare at the forbidden entrance. Soothing cool touched her, and she jerked a little. He liberally coated her with some sort of lotion.
“Relax,” he crooned. “I need to oil you, so you can take me.”
“Will it hurt?” The question burst from her against her will.
“Yes.” He only gave her the unvarnished truth, and her heart tripped a little faster. “But I will also make you burn with pleasure.”
She whimpered as the blunt head of Marcellus’s erec
tion settled against her portal. He sank in, the pressure slowly increasing as he pushed hard, inexorably digging in. Fire exploded along her nerves as her tiny opening began to yield. Her head thrashed on the cushions and froze on the sight of Maxwell slouched in the sofa, stroking his thick erection, watching them with a lust-filled gaze. Marcellus started to ease in deeper, the fire burned hotter, and she writhed helplessly. He reached around between her thighs and began to play with her clitoris, his fingers devilishly skillful. She moaned as a bolt of yearning surged through her. The pleasure melded with the pain as he pushed his thickness relentlessly inside of her. Maxwell’s gaze held her through it, and she could feel the love that reached out from him across the distance that separated them.
“God, you're tight,” Marcellus growled, circling her clitoris with his thumb as he plunged two fingers into her drenched core.
He started to thrust, and Emily keened at the fiery, delightful pain. Being taken by him this way was erotic despite the discomfort. His fingers strummed her core, wringing moans and cries from her as he stoked the pleasure higher, curving his large body fully over hers. His teeth scraped her neck.