Page 62 of The Heiress Bride
There’s a pinch of pain and an overwhelming sensation of being oh-so-full. Fuller than any toy I have in my collection.
“That’s it, Wildfire. Let your men in. Open up. They’re going to make you feel so good.” King’s voice is soft, almost lyrical, and it coaxes me. Soothes me against the intrusion.
“Almost there, sweetheart.”
“Alex?” I ask, needing to check in with him. Needing to make sure he’s okay with everything we’re doing and feeling and asking of him.
“So good. Feel everything.”
My man of few words and many actions.
When they’re both, finally, wedged tight, we all breathe a sigh of relief. And then the real fun begins.
They work together to find a rhythm. Gabe’s doing most of the work. King presses gentle kisses against my lips, my cheek. I’ve never felt more love. More empowered. There’s that tiny bit of fear: can my body handle them both? But there’s so much determination to feel good. Feel everything.
Gabe’s thrusts press me tighter to Alex, and somehow, miraculously, I find the tiniest bit of friction against my clit. It’s exactly what I need.
“Please—”
“What do you need, Wildfire? You know whatever you ask for, your men will give you.”
I close my eyes at that because looking at him is just too much. Tears wet my eyes. They’re so good, so perfect for me. Thoughtful and considerate and understanding, and I just?—
“I don’t know,” I admit.
“King,” Alex says, voice strained. There’s a beat of silence and then, “Get up here and give our beauty your cock.”
Mmm… I like that idea very much.
He gets to his knees, spreads his thighs wide so his hips are on my level. I take a deep breath, drowning in him. Zest, spice, a hint of ocean freshness and warm male. His cock drips precum, and he wraps a fist around it, giving it a rough stroke that makes him moan.
“Oh god, yes.” I breathe the words.
“Open up, babe.”
The angry purple head bumps my lips, and I suck the tip. He curses beneath his breath, and I feel him straining to hold back. He wants to fuck my mouth. Doesn’t want a blow job. No, he wants to be in the driver’s seat.
I wrap an arm around him so he can feel my signal if I need a breather. Then I suck him deep, opening as wide as possible, hoping he can find a good angle.
At this point, I think we should all have studied harder in geometry.
But with patience and practice, we make it work. Gabe picks up the pace again, while King shuttles his gorgeous cock against my tongue, tapping the back of my throat until my eyes water. Over and over, until I’m not sure where I end and they begin.
They fill me, surround me, love me to distraction. I can’t getenough.
“I’m coming,” King grinds out, his hips slowing. “Right—down—her—tight—little—throat.”
I breathe through my nose, eyes watering as his hot cum splashes across the back of my tongue, hitting my throat. I struggle to swallow, to drink him down.
“That’s it, babe. Chri—she’s tonguing me.” He shudders, the intense vibration traveling through his cock, sending another spurt that almost makes me choke.
“That—fuck, babe.” He pulls out, flops down at my side, and wipes my lips with the pad of his thumb. “That was so hot. You okay?”
I nod because I have no words. I’ve been on the threshold for so long, I’m not sure I can actually find release. I need it almost as much as I need them. Need them when they’re sweet and loving, taking care of me, and when they use me like a Katherine-shaped doll created just for their pleasure.
Somehow, he reads my expression and my mind. He knows. Somehow, he just knows that I’m locked in this most euphoric state of limbo. Needing to come. Sandwiched between two of the loves of my life. Overwhelmed with the beauty of this amazing boat. Eager for everything and yet…
“Lift up a little.”
