Arson & Ache (Surrender to Them 8)

“I hope you’re not done.” Donovan ripped open a condom and started to slide the latex along his shaft.

“No.” I looked over at him and smiled. “Not until both of you are satisfied.”

Kincaid lifted up and dropped down beside me on the bed. He practically crashed into the mattress. Donovan was between my thighs in an instant with his cock begging for the same relief I gave Kincaid. I wasn’t sure I could come again, but I wasn’t going to deny him. He pushed the head against the entrance of my pussy and began to enter me. It was easier after being stretched by Kincaid, but it was still so tight that it hurt. Luckily, I was so wet from my multiple orgasms that there was plenty of lubrication for him to force his way past the resistance. Donovan had the same look of lust in his eyes once he started to thrust. I felt a dull sensation of pleasure for the first few thrusts, but then it started to get stronger. He was against my g-spot and it felt like he throbbed each time his cock moved across it. The pleasure magnified after a dozen of his powerful thrusts. I was there again—building towards bliss—but I could tell that it was going to take me a while to come.

I might as well enjoy it, because this feels fucking amazing.

“You were right about her pussy.” Donovan let out a long gasp. “It’s fucking perfect.”

“Just wait until you feel her come.” Kincaid chuckled under his breath. “It’s going to send you into fucking orbit and you’ll never want to come down.”

I was so glad that I didn’t lose my virginity to anyone else. They were going to take care of me and introduce me to a world of pleasure I never imagined before. Kincaid was just the beginning. Donovan pounded himself into me until every nerve was reacting again. The pressure was familiar, but it was different with him. His cock throbbed nonstop while he hammered himself into my pussy and my g-spo

t definitely loved that feeling. He made the pleasure take on a new meaning, and while it wouldn’t be fair to say it was better, the sensation was different enough for me to tell that he was going to make me come harder than Kincaid did. Perhaps it was just the sensitivity from my previous orgasms, but it set my soul on fire. I needed it—I fucking craved it. I was a virgin before I first tasted their lust, but I was already feeling my brain chemistry changing. I wasn’t going to be able to survive if I didn’t get that on a regular basis once I finally had a taste of true bliss.

“Are you going to come for me?” Donovan leaned forward and gasped he spoke.

“Yes—you feel so good!” I purred into his ear and wrapped my arms around his back.

I’m not sure how much time passed, but it felt like lifetimes flashing through the thrusts. He was pure pleasure and our bodies melded together in the storm of our lust. His thrusts got so fast that it felt like once continuous flurry of pleasure. My g-spot was raging like a hurricane while a tornado twisted inside me. The pressure built, but it didn’t release. I didn’t realize how long I could be trapped on the cusp of ultimate euphoria. The previous orgasms made it harder to come, but that was a ridiculously awesome feeling. How many times could my body endure that? I was weak from Kincaid’s passion, but still surging with energy because of the building ecstasy. Donovan kept his cock moving and his hips slammed into me each time he crashed into my body. The throbs were so good that I was torn between never wanting him to stop and begging for him to send me over the edge.

“Harder! Please fuck me harder!” The words left my lips before I even realized what I said.

I never thought I would say something like that. I sound like a porn star putting on a show, but nothing about it is fake—I need him to destroy me.

“Whatever you want—I’ll make this bed explode beneath us!” Donovan roared and drove himself into me with even more fury.

That was what I needed. The bed was shaking so much I felt like there was an earthquake beneath us. The headboard slammed into the wall and several photographs were knocked off the wall. The mattress shifted and pushed over the nightstand next to the bed. It hit the floor with a thud as it toppled, but he never slowed down. He was fucking me so hard that I was sure I would be bruised when he was done—I would be lucky to walk for days. I didn’t care. My virginity was a memory and I had tasted the purity of lust. The ache would be worth it. His cock throbbed harder as each thrust made the bed creak. The mattress was barely pushing back—it seemed like he had hammered it into submission. There was another crash and I wasn’t even sure what had fallen until I realized it was me. I was at a different angle. The frame of the bed had literally collapsed underneath us. That still wasn’t enough to make me come, but it was enough to send me careening towards the cliff that welcomed me to leap. My pussy started to spasm—I was so damn close.

“Oh god!” I threw my head back against the mattress and screamed.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck that feels so good!” Donovan’s mouth opened wide and he roared with pleasure.

The broken bed was being splintered and Donovan didn’t seem to give a single fuck. He was too focused on his own lust while he satisfied mine. I became one with the moment. The moment consumed us both. I felt my pussy spasm and my muscles seized. My bones protested, and my entire body began to shake. Donovan’s cock pulsated against my g-spot. He was there. My orgasm began to surge and I felt the spasms making him throb harder than ever before. He had a crazed look of desire in his eyes and I knew mine were a mirror image of that lust. I came so fucking hard I saw stars, but it wasn’t just the ones flashing before my eyes. I felt like I was in outer space spinning in the cosmos. I crashed towards earth, but the crash was Donovan’s gorgeous body against mine. Donovan started to erupt inside me like a shotgun that fired recklessly into the condom. Each thrust brought other burst as my orgasm faded—but that wasn’t the end. My body started to surge with more pleasure before the first orgasm was done.

“You’re going to make me come again!” I squealed and writhed on the bed.

He didn’t hold back. He should have been spent, but he found another burst of energy. He was pushing himself past the limit for me—to give me the pleasure I craved. I wondered how many men would have done that. I could feel his muscles quivering as he continued to hammer me. My body reacted to his generosity with another orgasm that made my soul separate from my body for a moment. I felt my pussy spasm on his cock and he started to throb again. He was going to come too! I started moving my hips, trying to do everything I could to keep the sensation going as fast as possible while my orgasm surged out of control. His body was giving in and the passion had left us both weak, but I was determined to feel him come one last time. I felt a pulsation—that was almost enough. I squeezed his cock with every muscle I could control and begged for him to let go. He finally did and another explosion of cum filled the condom. His muscles gave out and he caught himself on his elbows as he fell forward.

“Holy shit.” I muttered with the last bit of energy I could muster.

“Yeah.” Donovan exhaled sharply and pushed to the side so he could crash into the mattress instead of me.

“Fuck, that was so hot. I’m hard again.” Kincaid slid closer and pushed his lips to my ear. “Do you have one more orgasm left? I want to come again.”

All I could do was nod. I didn’t have anything left. I wasn’t going to admit that though—not if one of my men still had a hard cock that needed to be pleased. Kincaid pushed himself into my pussy and started to thrust, but it was a lot slower than what he had done previously. That was a damn good thing. I could feel my muscles protesting because they were spent. My whole body was numb except for the ache left behind. I didn’t think I could come again. I could give him the pleasure he needed one last time—but another one was surely impossible. My head fell to the side and I saw a faraway stare in Donovan’s eyes. He was literally worn out, and I felt the same way. I was too exhausted to even lift my arms off the bed. Kincaid’s lust was in full swing again, and it was mesmerizing to see, but I was done. His thrusts started to pick up speed, and something miraculous happened—divine intervention perhaps. The sensations returned—the numbness in my g-spot faded. The pleasure didn’t return with a whimper, it returned with a bang.

“Oh god!” I felt my muscles getting tight.

“There you go, that’s what I like.” Kincaid’s head nodded, and a grin spread across his face. “Show me how hard you can come.”

“I can’t believe you have anything left.” Donovan exhaled sharply. “I can’t even move.”

I was in that same position before Kincaid reignited the fuse that had seemingly burned out. I wasn’t just ready to come again—I needed another orgasm. It built slower than the ones before it, even when Kincaid started to thrust, but it was still ready to consume me. I danced on the edge of that bliss while he hammered his cock into me. The bed began to shake again, or at least what was left of it. It was splintered and caved in around us. Donovan would surely have some regrets about that once he finally found the energy to care. All I could focus on in the moment was phenomenal bliss that was coming when the fuse finally reached the dynamite ready to explode inside me. Kincaid’s thrusts made it burn faster—so fucking fast. My pussy spasmed once—then again. I felt his cock throb. We were almost there, and that final orgasm felt like it was going to destroy me. I wasn’t even sure I would survive another trip to heaven—I might just descend straight to hell with the flames of the Devil’s fire welcoming my lust-soaked soul.

“Your pussy is mine.” Kincaid leaned forward and growled into my ear. “It’s going to come as many times as I want it too.”

“Yes.” I nodded, and my eyes opened wide. “Oh god!”