“That’s it. Here it comes.” A sudden jet of fluid filled her mouth. Reactively, she swallowed, as she felt him buck. He held onto her tight until his spasms abated, then he sagged against her and laved messy kisses across her mouth. “I didn’t mean for it to be such a surprise. Sorry about that.”
“It’s all right. It was a nice sort of surprise.”
“God, you’re sweet.” He mussed her hair.
“Ahem!” Will coughed. She turned and saw that his cock was still standing proud, whereas Percy’s had lost its vigour.
“Do you want me to suck you too?” she asked.
Will shook his head. “I’ve something else in mind.” He rolled onto his back. “Come and sit astride me.”
Given the way he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock so it stood perfectly upright; there was no mistaking where he meant her to sit. “Shouldn’t we wait until our wedding night?”
“Only if you mean to kill me. I need you, Viola. I need to be inside of you. I need to absolutely make you mine.”
Thank heavens. She didn’t know what she’d have done if he’d agreed that it might be best if they waited. She wanted to be theirs and to understand what part of this equation was still missing. Tentatively, she straddled him, lining herself over his rampant cock. “That’s right,” he encouraged. “Now slowly, sink down onto me. That’s it.” He guided his cock between the lips of her quim. “Slowly. There’s no rush.”
Other than she felt her limbs would give way from the excitement of it.
It felt so strange. Tight, even though she was slippery with need and her body wanted him. Lord, all of her wanted him.
“Let me help.” Percy was suddenly behind her, his warmth moulded to her back, and his fingers there, spreading her lips, guiding Will right into the heart of her. “Relax. I know he’s huge, but you can take him, all of him and more. Press down a little. That’s right. Up and down, just like that. Just a little bit more every time.” She felt a sharp pain then Will was right inside her all at once, moving, rocking her, and filling her up.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No,” she said, catching her breath. “No, it’s good. It’s…” There weren’t really words, particularly not when Percy shifted his focus and began to rub her sensitive nubbin while Will continued to fill her.
The same soaring tension she’d experienced earlier began to build inside her belly. She knew now it would grow, spread through her fingers and toes, tickle all across her scalp until it possessed her completely, just as surely as William was possessing her now, and how she knew in time they would both possess her together.
“More,” she groaned a few moments later, realising she wanted him to speed up, even though her heart was already racing and she sounded completely breathless.
“You’ll have no complaints from me about that. Ride as hard and fast as you like.”
Yes of course, she was astride him. She leaned forward, clinging to him as she ground her hips, and he met her thrust for glorious thrust. The change in angle not only improved things, it made her wetter, hotter…Oh God! She was there again, shattering all to pieces while he still plunged into her.
She felt him come, felt the pulse of his cock while she was still clawing her senses back together, and the wetness of his seed filling her. She heard his cries and the way he moaned as he said her name. “My precious treasure,” he called her. “My sweet love.”
She was his. His and Percy’s or at least she was going to be. She’d made her mind up. A kind man wasn’t enough. Not when she could have two wicked men instead.
Percy was hard again by the time Will pulled out. He pushed into her, taking her from behind until he spent again. Then the three of them cuddled up tight, their heads all in a line upon the pillows, with one man on either side of her.
“I had no idea,” she admitted. “If I had there would never have been any
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