My eyes fell closed. I’d had a guy there before, but it had never been like this. Hell, he’d needed a map to find my clit. Donovan, though, knew what he was doing and seemed to revel in it. It wasn’t a chore to him, it was like my pussy was a feast and he’d been fasting. I was close to coming already. When he slid one finger, then two, inside me and curled them in some magical way, I cried out. Reached down and held on to his head. Squeezed my thighs into his ears.
“Donovan,” I gasped. Begged.
He must have translated that to mean, harder. Faster. Add another finger because he did all that. I came on a scream. My back arched. My fingers dug into his hair. Tugged. My head tipped back. I’d never come so hard in my life and when the pleasure waned and he gentled his actions, I slumped into the bed. A grin spread across my face.
“I like seeing our girl looking like that,” Nix said.
I had enough energy to tip my head down, to look at Donovan. He was wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, a sly grin on his face. Yeah, he was proud of himself. He should be. With skills like that…
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“Got her all soft and ready for you,” Donovan told Nix, then kissed my calf and stood.
I blinked up at Nix, who tossed something to Donovan. A condom. He held another one in his hand, but I didn’t pay much attention to it. How could I when he was naked?
Wow. I turned so I wasn’t falling off the bed, propped myself up to look at him. I knew he was in good shape, but he belonged on a fitness magazine cover. Bulging biceps, broad shoulders. A smattering of dark hair was on his chest, which tapered over his washboard abs and into a thin line that went straight to his dick. And what a dick! I licked my lips at the sight as he rolled a condom on. Long and thick, it was a darker shade than the rest of his body. It jutted up from dark curls and almost to his navel. My pussy clenched in eagerness, but would it all fit?
His thick thighs flexed as he moved onto the bed, reached out and pulled me so he was on his back and I was on half on top of him. His skin was so warm. Soft, but the hard muscles beneath reminded me of how manly he was. And the way his cock pressed against my thigh, how virile.
I wasn’t just soft and ready, I was lust-crazed. Eager. A tongue-made orgasm was just a warmup. I wanted more, so I took. Straddling one of his thighs, I started to rub against Nix as I kissed him. His hand moved to my hair, held me in place. He took over, licking into my mouth as he flipped us. Only when I was whimpering and writhing did he move his head lower, finding a nipple, licking it then sucking on it. The rhythmic pull went right to my clit.
“Nix!” I cried, trying to shift my hips so I could get his cock in me.
Lifting his head, he looked down at me with a sexy smile. “Got a greedy pussy?”
I nodded, reached down and gripped his dick. I could barely close my fingers around him. He hissed out a breath and stiffened. “Fuck, Kit.”
“Now,” I whispered, rolling my hips up so he sank into me, just enough to tease us both.
He groaned, pushed forward. “Oh fuck.”
He was big and taking him was hard, but I was so wet that he was able to push forward, pull back, a little bit at a time until he was in all the way. I felt his balls bump my bottom.
I exhaled, relaxed my hands which had been pressing against his chest.
He kissed me again as he began to fuck me. Deep strokes that hit my clit every time. I couldn’t get enough air, and I turned my head to the side. Cried out his name.
I blinked my eyes open, saw Donovan beside the bed. Watching as he worked his dick.
In the moment, I’d forgotten about him. Knowing he was watching me get fucked by his friend made me wetter. Nix nipped at my neck when he felt it. This was so dirty. Filthy, getting fucked by two men. But this wasn’t just any two men. This was Nix and Donovan. They would never hurt me. They’d take care of me. Make all of my worries slip away. Catch me when I fell.
And that pushed me over the edge, the knowledge I could let go and they’d be there, watching and keeping me safe. I came on a gasp, pulling my knees back so I could take even more of Nix. My inner walls clenched down on him. He groaned and fucked me harder, becoming wild in his motions until he thrust hard one last time, held himself deep and came.
His breath fanned my neck, our bodies were slick with sweat. It had been so good, my fingers tingled. I had thought about being with Nix as my vibrator got me off, but it had been nothing like this. Not even close. And I wasn’t even done.
Nix reached between us, held onto the base of the condom as he pulled out, sat back on his heels. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He grinned, his eyes sated and happy.
I smiled shyly up at him. My pussy throbbed, almost ached from the pounding. But I was ready for more.
“How do you want her, Donovan?”
“Hands and knees, Kitty Kat. Face the bathroom so when Nix comes out, he can watch you get fucked.”
Nix moved off the bed and gave me a wink before he went to dispose of the condom. I rolled and looked at Donovan as I moved as he wanted. Compared him to Nix.
Donovan was bigger. Everywhere. He was just a larger man. Football big. Legs like tree trunks. Torso like a barrel. Dick like a third arm.
“Like what you see?” he asked, giving himself another stroke.