Marly's Choice (Men of August 1)

Warm, possessive, two pairs of hands roved her body. Sam lifted his head from her breast, one hand caressing it again as he leaned close.

“Let me kiss you, Marly.” His voice, so tender, so filled with emotion whispered at her ear. “Please, Marly.”

His lips settled over hers. Sharp and hot, sensation after sensation tore through her body. Her lips opened, his tongue entered and he groaned harshly. Marly’s body bucked as a hand—Cade or Sam’s?—moved between her thighs. The twin stimulations took over her mind, throwing her into a vortex of pleasure there was no escape from.

Sam’s lips possessed hers, the hand between her thighs moved slow and easy through the slick dew coated on her bare flesh. From her slit to the little bud of her anus it moved, spreading the thick juices.

Sam’s lips lifted from hers as the hand between her thighs moved and another returned.

“So good,” Sam growled. “You taste exquisite, Marly.”

Her eyes flew open as his finger slid from between his lips. He knelt beside her, his erection raising along his abdomen, long and thick, the head throbbing, pulsing, a small pearl of pre-come dotting it.

“You’re looking, Marly.” Cade turned her head to him.

There was no time to answer him. His lips covered hers as her thighs were pulled further apart. Sam moved; she felt him at the end of the large couch. She no longer wondered why they had such a large couch now. He lifted the leg nearest him, placing it over his shoulder.

Marly cried into Cade’s kiss as she felt Sam’s fingers part her slick flesh. Cade’s tongue dipped into her mouth, drinking in the sound, causing her hips to arch, involuntarily reaching for the exquisite sensations to be found in the ultimate caress. Sam’s lips touched her inner ones like a kiss. She whimpered in need, arching to the tongue reaching out, running between them, dipping into the well of cream that flowed like honey from her body.

Marly shook, trembled. Her hands gripped the pillow rest behind her, clenching hard. Cade’s lips moved to her breasts once again, enveloping the tip of the swollen mound, rasping it with his tongue.

“Cade. Cade. I’m dying,” she cried out, her thighs widening for Sam so he could continue to stroke, thrust, lap at her flesh.

“Not yet, baby,” he growled, denying her claim. “Wait a little while. Then you can explode for us.”

“No. It’s killing me,” she wailed, her voice harsh. Sam’s diabolical tongue plunged deep inside her, his mouth emitting sighs of pleasures that vibrated against her flesh.

“Easy, Marly.” Cade’s head lifted, his eyes staring down at her. The carnality of his expression had her stomach tightening in a surge of echoed lust.

Sam’s tongue wasn’t letting up. It plunged inside her over and over again, lapping at her, drinking in the flow of desire that poured from her body. Cade’s hands roved over her upper body, her breasts, stomach, his lips sipping at hers, his eyes staring into hers, refusing to release her.

“I want to watch you come for him, Marly,” he groaned against her lips, his eyes never leaving hers. “I want to watch your eyes daze, your face flush, and see the ecstasy ripple through your expression. I want to see it, Marly. I want to know you’re feeling it. Needing it.”

Desperate. His expression was desperate. Her body was desperate. She was going insane with need.

“Cade. I’m scared.” Sam’s tongue was driving her closer, his fingers on her clit making it swell, making it throb, pulse, throwing her closer to death.

“I’m here, Marly.” Inexpressibly tender, eager, so aroused and filled with desire, his look flooded her with the approval she saw there. “I’m here, baby. Just hold onto me and let it go.”

She could do nothing more. She felt the explosion build. Felt it swell through her, ripple over her. It shattered through her body as she felt a finger, one broad finger breach the small portal of her anus and slide in. It tore through her body, heaving it, sending her scream echoing through the room as it tore through her, destroyed her.

“Yes. Oh hell, Marly.” Sam moved as Cade lifted his body over her, his voice ragged.

Then Cade was settling between her thighs, wrapping her legs around his hips and plunging his cock deep inside her. Deep. So deep and hard she shattered again when Sam filled her mouth with his erection. It didn’t stop. They were insatiable. Whispered pleas, a chorus of encouragement as they moved inside her, loving her, worshipping her body and the pleasure she gave them.

Her mouth tightened on Sam’s cock. Her vagina tightened on Cade’s. Her eyes closed, feeling Sam pulse in her mouth, feeling Cade riding the last thrusts to completion as she built again towards the next.

“I’m going to come, Marly,” Sam groaned, harsh, guttural as he thrust the thick flesh between her lips. “Move. Move back, baby, or I’ll come in your mouth.”

She wasn’t going anywhere. Her lips tightened on him, her legs tightened around Cade. Both men groaned, cried out, pulsing inside her body to their shattered male cries. Lust pulsed through the room to the tune of their cries. Her own moans joined them, and she began to drown in wave after wave, spurt after spurt until her world became only the men she pleasured. Only the men who pleasured her.

Sam settled on the floor beside her long moments later. Cade collapsed over her, bracing his weight on his elbows as his chest heaved, fighting for air.

“Marly. Baby,” he rasped against her cheek. “Thank you.”

She sighed against his chest.

“I love you,” she whispered back, wishing above all things that she could take the pain from his eyes.