“I know how beautiful you make me feel.” When she was with her men, she really felt like the sexiest woman in the world.
They stepped back, and she could hear them undressing. She wanted to look up so badly, to see their magnificent bodies as they stripped down, but she’d pledged them her obedience here in their bedroom. They had sacrificed so much to be with her, to share her, to teach her that they could last. She didn’t need her eyes to see them. Instead, she waited patiently, allowing memories to fill her mind. Every inch of their bodies was emblazoned in her brain, on her heart.
“Look up, love,” Kellan commanded. “It’s time to get your men hard and ready to fuck.”
She glanced up. They didn’t need any help being ready for sex. Three very erect cocks stared back at her, straining her way. She wasn’t about to argue though. She was their submissive and she couldn’t wait to bend to their will.
Kellan stood in the middle, his strong legs apart as he stroked his cock from base to head. “Suck me, Belle. I want to be so hard I can’t see straight when I finally take your ass.”
Anticipation thrummed through her system. She would finally have them all. They’d been together in bed before, taking turns, but that wasn’t how they wanted it. That wasn’t how she wanted it either. Since she’d met them, she’d dreamed of the night she would finally make love to all of them at once—one each in her mouth, her pussy, and her ass. She would be filled with them. They would fit together like the ring on her finger, nestled and interlocked. Complete.
She leaned forward and licked at the head of Kellan’s cock, reveling in his salty taste. Her tongue spun around the plum-shaped head, licking as if she tasted a sweet lollipop she couldn’t suck deep enough. That wasn’t far from the truth. She loved the way he tasted.
Belle took him in her mouth and drew on him, lightly at first, then in a stronger rhythm as she began to work her way down his stalk. Over and over, she sucked him in long passes, letting her tongue play against his smooth skin.
Kellan’s hands found her hair, pulling gently so she would take more. She wanted to take all of him, to suck him until he couldn’t take another second of her torture and filled her mouth.
“Time for a change, love. I’m not the only one who needs you tonight.”
And then he was gone, and Eric took his place. He stood tall and proud in front of her, his cock in hand. “Suck me, too, baby.”
Belle licked the underside of Eric’s dick with the flat of her tongue, rubbing and laving her affection. Eagerly, she took half his cock on her first try. He rewarded her with a deep groan, tangling his hands in her hair and pulling gently. The little pain lit up her scalp, making her shiver, even as she sucked his cock deep again. They found a sultry rhythm. He pulled and she sucked, every motion of his expressive hands cradling her face or pulling on her scalp, sending signals to her pussy, to soften, to get wet, to make itself ready for what was to come.
He filled her mouth, his cock swelling inside.
“You feel so good. No one but you has ever made me feel this amazing.” Eric pumped his hips, begging her to take more. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
She had no intention of that, but when she glanced up, she noticed Tate had moved to stand beside Eric. He watched as his best friend’s cock sank in and out of her mouth. His hand was on his own dick, stroking himself as he drank her in with his stare. He was so hot, and all that masculine desperation was for her. She sent him a come-hither smile, reveling in playing their vixen.
“You know I love it when you get saucy, baby.” Tate groaned as his thumb worked across the head of his cock, gathering the little bead of moisture and using it to ease his strokes. “But don’t forget about me. I need your attention, too.”
“Now I remember the crappy part about sharing my wife.” Eric moaned as if in pain, but he spoke with a smile on his face. “Come closer and we can share at the same time. I think Belle can handle us both. She’s a hell of a woman.”
As excitement ripped through her, she felt someone moving in behind her. A big hand touched her back.
“Keep sucking Eric and Tate while I get you prepped, love. Don’t falter or we’ll stop the whole process and you’ll get a good, long spanking,” Kellan said, sliding his hand toward her backside. “You don’t want to have to start over again, do you?”
“No, Master. No, I don’t.”
While she kind of loved the idea of a good, long spanking, it would have to wait. She needed them too much. She longed to finally be with them all together. Fate willing, she would have plenty of time to misbehave and earn her “funishment,” but tonight was all about the togetherness they’d all waited so long for.
Eric and Tate moved close, their hips nearly brushing. The position allowed her to touch them both. Belle studied them, still unable to believe these beautiful men were all hers.
She didn’t take her eyes off them as she moved in close and took Tate’s cock firmly in hand. He filled her palm, and she could barely close her fingers around him. With a firm stroke of his dick, she leaned in and took Eric back into her mouth. Multitasking. Someone had told her she was a brilliant multitasker, though she rather thought they’d been discussing her secretarial skills. It came in handy when sexually satisfying three gorgeous men.
She sucked Eric while she stroked Tate. After five lingering, agonizing passes over Eric’s cock, she turned slightly and took Tate’s dick past her lips, licking and sucking and loving. She moved back and forth, lavishing one with the affection of her kiss while she palmed the other, enjoying the strength of the cock in her hand, the taste in her mouth.
It seemed so odd that she’d once been a little wary of this act, hesitant. They’d taught her not to be afraid, not to hold back. There wasn’t any shame in making love, not when emotion and promise flowed between them. This was simply another way to show she cared. Her submission was her gift to them, a sign of her love, a demonstration that she trusted them with her heart, her body, and her pleasure. She gave them everything she had, down to her soul. They rewarded her with thankful groans and tender touches.
Kellan’s fingers moved to the cleft of her backside, splitting her cheeks apart and making her shudder. “Don’t move, love. Stay still. You’ve taken the plug before, but you still need to be carefully prepped. I don’t want to hurt you. You can stop me at any time, but I want you to keep your hips as still as possible.”
She didn’t want to stop him, hadn’t come close to thinking about her safe word. The command to stay still was a different matter. It was so hard because she could already feel the lube he’d been warming against his skin touch her.
He slid the lube along her flesh, making her shiver ever so slightly and awakening nerve endings that still stunned her. As she tried to concentrate on her task, she felt a hard finger pressed against her back entrance. Kell massaged her with his touch, circling the rim of her ass before dipping briefly in only to start the process over again. She couldn’t help clenching. He corrected her with a hard smack.
“Don’t you dare try to keep me out,” Kellan smacked her again.
She didn’t bother to mention that it was sort of an involuntary response. Why bother? She liked the spanking too much. It sent sparks skittering over her skin and waves of sensation rolling down her spine.
Kellan delved between her cheeks again, his finger searching her out once more. She focused on relaxing and letting him in.
Heat and a jangly pressure lit her up. The sensation started where his finger massaged, but it quickly sparked outward, sending heat spiraling throughout her body.