every inch of him was buried deep.
Harrison hadn’t given up his own uncompromising drive into her mouth. He’d told Alexis to lean on them. They’d taken that option out of her hands. There was no leaning, only their strong hands holding her up, supporting her, letting her know they’d never let her fall.
Harrison’s thumbs stroked her cheeks, telling her without words that she was adored. Michael thrust into her roughly, telling her she was desired.
Her eyes drifted closed of their own accord as she relinquished the last vestige of control. She wanted to be possessed, owned, used.
Loved.
The last thought snuck in unbidden. Harrison had professed his love, told her it would make things easy. She wanted to believe that, but she’d never taken that final leap, never truly given her whole heart for fear of losing herself.
Michael tightened his hands, digging his fingers into her hips. She longed to add her own motion to the dance, but he was too strong, too determined she would only take, not give.
She tightened her lips around Harrison’s cock as her pussy started to clench. She was going to come—with or without her dominant lovers’ permission—and no force of nature could prevent it.
Harrison groaned as she dragged her tongue along the vein underneath his cock, finding ways to add extra stimulation without the use of her hands. She was determined he was going to join her at the end. She wasn’t crossing this finish line alone.
On one outward stroke, she added her teeth, nipping lightly at the tip of his cock, loving the salty taste as a drop of come touched her tongue. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging until she lifted her gaze. He was looking down at her, smiling, love written in every line on his face. The intense emotion sent a surge of tears to her eyes.
How had she lived a lifetime without this?
When he pressed to the back of her mouth again, she was ready. She swallowed him and Harrison gave up his fight to hold back. His body stiffened as pulse after pulse of hot come coursed down her throat.
She jerked when her own orgasm shattered, shaking her body so roughly she was grateful for Harrison’s flesh in her mouth. It was the only thing keeping her from screaming. Perhaps she’d been wrong to insist they take her here. God only knew who was outside the door, what they were hearing.
Harrison slowly withdrew and dropped to his knees before her as Michael continued to thrust. He hadn’t slowed his pace or offered her a reprieve. Instead, he’d pummeled through her orgasm, not giving her a chance to come down, to recover.
Harrison reached around her and untied her hands, which dropped heavily to the table beneath her. She gripped the slick surface, foolishly expecting the hold to ground her, but nothing could return her to earth. Nothing could save her except the next climax clamoring to escape.
Michael knew what she needed, yet he refused to grant it. He’d slowed his pace and begun to dip his cock in more shallowly. He was stoking the fire but holding back the blaze.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.
Harrison leaned forward, kissing away her pleas. He brushed his tongue against hers and she briefly wondered if he could taste himself there.
Michael moved farther away, his cock leaving her completely. Alexis twisted away from Harrison, growling her displeasure at being left hanging.
Michael chuckled and slapped her ass none-too-gently. “You’re spoiled, Alexis. Too used to getting your way.” She realized Michael only used her real name whenever they were together intimately, returning to his standard Dr. Jenner the rest of the time.
She started to rise once more, but this time it was Harrison who was there to hold her down. He clasped her hands, pressing them to the table. “You need more, Lex. Admit it.”
Until Harrison’s assertion, she would have denied wanting anything other than Michael’s cock inside her, fucking her into oblivion, but now…
Michael drew his
Harrison hadn’t given up his own uncompromising drive into her mouth. He’d told Alexis to lean on them. They’d taken that option out of her hands. There was no leaning, only their strong hands holding her up, supporting her, letting her know they’d never let her fall.
Harrison’s thumbs stroked her cheeks, telling her without words that she was adored. Michael thrust into her roughly, telling her she was desired.
Her eyes drifted closed of their own accord as she relinquished the last vestige of control. She wanted to be possessed, owned, used.
Loved.
The last thought snuck in unbidden. Harrison had professed his love, told her it would make things easy. She wanted to believe that, but she’d never taken that final leap, never truly given her whole heart for fear of losing herself.
Michael tightened his hands, digging his fingers into her hips. She longed to add her own motion to the dance, but he was too strong, too determined she would only take, not give.
She tightened her lips around Harrison’s cock as her pussy started to clench. She was going to come—with or without her dominant lovers’ permission—and no force of nature could prevent it.
Harrison groaned as she dragged her tongue along the vein underneath his cock, finding ways to add extra stimulation without the use of her hands. She was determined he was going to join her at the end. She wasn’t crossing this finish line alone.
On one outward stroke, she added her teeth, nipping lightly at the tip of his cock, loving the salty taste as a drop of come touched her tongue. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging until she lifted her gaze. He was looking down at her, smiling, love written in every line on his face. The intense emotion sent a surge of tears to her eyes.
How had she lived a lifetime without this?
When he pressed to the back of her mouth again, she was ready. She swallowed him and Harrison gave up his fight to hold back. His body stiffened as pulse after pulse of hot come coursed down her throat.
She jerked when her own orgasm shattered, shaking her body so roughly she was grateful for Harrison’s flesh in her mouth. It was the only thing keeping her from screaming. Perhaps she’d been wrong to insist they take her here. God only knew who was outside the door, what they were hearing.
Harrison slowly withdrew and dropped to his knees before her as Michael continued to thrust. He hadn’t slowed his pace or offered her a reprieve. Instead, he’d pummeled through her orgasm, not giving her a chance to come down, to recover.
Harrison reached around her and untied her hands, which dropped heavily to the table beneath her. She gripped the slick surface, foolishly expecting the hold to ground her, but nothing could return her to earth. Nothing could save her except the next climax clamoring to escape.
Michael knew what she needed, yet he refused to grant it. He’d slowed his pace and begun to dip his cock in more shallowly. He was stoking the fire but holding back the blaze.
“Please,” she whispered. “Please.
Harrison leaned forward, kissing away her pleas. He brushed his tongue against hers and she briefly wondered if he could taste himself there.
Michael moved farther away, his cock leaving her completely. Alexis twisted away from Harrison, growling her displeasure at being left hanging.
Michael chuckled and slapped her ass none-too-gently. “You’re spoiled, Alexis. Too used to getting your way.” She realized Michael only used her real name whenever they were together intimately, returning to his standard Dr. Jenner the rest of the time.
She started to rise once more, but this time it was Harrison who was there to hold her down. He clasped her hands, pressing them to the table. “You need more, Lex. Admit it.”
Until Harrison’s assertion, she would have denied wanting anything other than Michael’s cock inside her, fucking her into oblivion, but now…
Michael drew his
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