Compromising Love (The American Soldier Collection 10)

The men made comments. “Oh yeah, here we go,” Weston stated aloud and clapped his hands before rubbing them together and sitting forward in the chair.

She felt her nipples tighten and her core ache with desire. She was just as turned on as they were.

Zin got up and returned quickly with a long black piece of silk. He placed it over her eyes and tied it behind her head.

“Listen to the sound of our voices, and the feel of our hands touching you. Don’t move or make a sound,” York told her.

It was wild, but the moment the blindfold was placed over her eyes, she felt so helpless, yet she sought out Zin and York for support and guidance.

“We’re right here, baby. Right here. All of us,” Zin said as they moved her to the edge of the bed and helped her to stand.

“Spread your thighs. Widen that stance,” Storm commanded. She gulped and did just that. Her belly tightened and she wrapped an arm around her waist.

“No. Place your arms and hands up behind your head like you’re under arrest,” Zin said and she slowly moved her arms above her head and behind.

There was complete silence, no sound, no movement, nothing, and it made her body hum with something she didn’t recognize. It wasn’t fear or insecurity but an inner arousal at knowing her men all watched her standing there blindfolded, naked, and submissive to all of them. It turned her on and made her feel desperate. Yes, desperate for their touch, their voices, anything for them.

She squirmed when she felt the warm breath collide against her pussy. Instinctively she looked down, began to close her legs when she felt the light slap to her pussy.

“Stay open,” York said, and she gulped.

Fingers collided against her inner groin on both sides, but she could tell they weren’t fingers form the same person. The idea of two of them touching her together brought on a surge of arousal again.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” Zin said.

She felt one finger press up into her cunt and then come out. Before she could protest, another finger pressed up into her cunt then came out. They continued to torment her, one stroke after the next until she felt the lick to her nipple on one side then the tug of her nipple on the other side. She moaned aloud.

“Oh God, that feels so good. My legs are shaking,” she admitted.

Hands glided up and down her thighs to her ass. She was surrounded my masculinity, muscles, power, and manliness. She couldn’t focus on one sensation as her mind, her body, reacted to every touch. The nip to her ass, the slap to her pussy, the thrust of fingers, then the feel of his mouth over her nipples.

She began to rock and thrust her hips. She could feel herself begin to lose control, as the orgasm was only a tiny bit away.

“Oh God, please, please don’t stop.”

All touching ceased, she was pulled backward and felt like she would fall into oblivion which seemed to heighten her arousal more as her back hit the mattress, her thighs were parted and a cock slapped against her needy cunt.

“Oh.” She reached out and hands gripped her wrists. “Keep them up there, baby. Tell me how badly you want a cock in you.”

“Badly. Badly.” She moaned.

York tapped his thick, hard cock against her wet, swollen pussy lips and she wiggled and swayed.

“Please, York, please take me. Fuck me, damn it!” she yelled, and chuckles spread through the room. She felt a bit embarrassed but instantly that emotion changed to pleasurable shock as York spread her thighs and sunk his cock into her to the hilt.

He moaned and she screamed out. “Holy God, you feel so big. Oh God, York, I can’t take it.”

He pounded into her, held her by her arms and rocked his hips into her pussy.

“You’re perfect, Aspen. So beautiful and so fucking perfect.” He kissed her mouth and then ran his hands up and down her arms as he stroked his cock in and out of her. She felt the heaviness of his masculine body collide against hers as her legs hung over the edge of the bed. She was chanting him to continue when he paused, rolled to the side and she nearly fell off-balance as she landed on top of him.

Hands gripped her hips and cool liquid spread over her anus then up into her ass. “Fuck, you drive me crazy, baby. I’m going to fuck this ass so good and hard. Do you want that? Do you want my hard cock fucking your ass?” Zin asked her.

“Yes. Yes do it now. Do it, Zin, now.” She sounded so wild and carnal and something came over her as she increased her thrusts over York. Her breasts bounced, her groin grinded against his cock, and she could feel York’s balls under her ass.

Zin spread her wider, stroked his fingers in and out of her ass then pulled out. She wanted to scream for him to get back in there when she felt the top of his thick cock against the tight puckered hole and then him shove into her deeply.

She screamed out and York moaned then cupped her breasts, pulled on the nipples, then pulled her closer to him. “You feel so fucking good.”