“Sit on my cock, Sarah,” Dylan commanded.
Without waiting, she took him deep into her body, his cock brushing sensitive nerve endings.
She felt the bed shift, knew someone was behind her. She wasn’t sure who it was because she didn’t know Chris or Tristan well enough to tell them apart. Whoever it was pulled her back against his chest, his arms slipping around to cup her breasts. The other one knelt on the mattress beside Dylan.
Meeting Dylan’s eyes again, she smiled reassuringly, letting him know she was still good with this. Hell, she was more than good with this and that was the biggest kicker of all. Sarah wanted to spend the rest of the night crushed between these three men, their hands and mouths driving her out of her mind.
“Ahh, yeah.” Dylan gripped her hips, pulling her down on him so that he was lodged balls deep inside her. “Feels so damn good.”
He lifted her slightly, then thrust his hips upward, fucking her, filling her, giving her just what she needed. A mouth was on her breast, licking, sucking, nipping momentarily, but then he was gone. A firm hand on her back pushed her forward until she was once again lying on Dylan.
“Give me your tongue,” he urged.
Sarah kissed Dylan, allowing her tongue to stroke his. Dylan clearly had other plans. He sucked on her tongue, mimicking the way he was fucking her. It was enough of a distraction to keep her from noticing the warmth against her anus.
“What’s he doing?” Dylan asked when Sarah shifted, her body grinding against him as the foreign sensations whipped through her.
She didn’t answer. Couldn’t.
“Is he licking your ass?”
Sarah nodded.
“Does it feel good?”
She nodded again. It felt … amazing.
Dylan’s hips rocked, fucking into her while that devious tongue fucked her asshole, making her body hum.
But soon it was over when the man behind her shifted and she felt his fingers slide down the crack of her ass. She wasn’t na?ve. She knew what was going to happen. There were three of them and one of her. It was simple math.
“Relax, sweet girl.” She was pretty sure that was Chris behind her, teasing her ass with his finger.
She tried to relax; she really did.
“Open your eyes. Focus on me,” Dylan instructed. “Let it feel good, Sarah.”
Sarah opened her eyes and shifted her position. The move caused her clit to press against Dylan, and she rocked into him, enjoying the feeling. She pressed her hands to the mattress beside Dylan’s head, her eyes focused on him.
“I want to watch you suck Tristan’s dick,” he told her softly. “Take him in your mouth.”
Sarah turned her head, realizing Tristan was kneeling there, his cock in his hand. He was big, probably far too big to fit in her mouth. Another thought took over. If he was that big … and Chris was his twin brother…
“Relax, sweetheart,” Chris called from behind her.
There was pressure against her ass and something pushed inside. She could only assume it was one finger because there wasn’t any pain. Sarah focused on Dylan, on the way he continued to move inside her, his hands now fondling her breasts as she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of Tristan’s cock.
“Fuck, yes,” Dylan hissed.
She knew he liked this. Even if she didn’t understand that aspect of it, she realized he truly did want to watch as these men pleasured her. No way could she give that too much thought because then she’d have to wonder why she liked it so much, too. When she had realized there was one man in the room with her and Dylan, she’d been surprised. But when she’d realized there were two men … Sarah hadn’t been sure what to expect.
But the truth was, she was enjoying this. The way they looked at her, the sexy words, the rough growls. Although she was at the center of it all, and they were in total control, she felt empowered.
Tristan’s hand cupped the top of her head, and he held her still while he began feeding his cock deeper into her mouth. Sarah tried to focus on that, but she was having a hard time. Her body was overstimulated. Dylan fucking her pussy, Chris moving behind her, Tristan fucking her mouth.
Suddenly, all of the movements intensified and she felt Chris pushing into her. This time she knew it wasn’t his fingers. He was guiding his dick into her ass. Every muscle in her body tightened, but so did Dylan’s grip on her nipples. She cried out from the pleasure-pain that shot through her.
“So fucking tight,” Chris groaned behind her. “That’s it, Sarah. Let me fuck that sweet ass.”
Her pussy clenched around Dylan’s dick, making him growl.
“Fuck, yes,” Tristan groaned. “Such a sweet mouth. That’s it, sweet girl, suck me. Just like that.”
Sarah had no choice but to allow these three men to take over and they did. She couldn’t focus on any one thing because they were all fucking into her, filling her. It was an incredible feeling, being this full. The erotic friction of Dylan’s cock tunneling in and out of her pussy warred with the overwhelming pressure of Chris fucking her ass. It was too much but not enough at the same time.
The biggest concern she had…
Whether or not she would be able to come because she couldn’t seem to focus.
DYLAN WAS HANGING BY A thread. He could feel Chris’s shaft sliding against his inside Sarah’s body. She was so fucking tight, her muscles clutching his dick, her body pulling him deeper, and there was only a thin membrane separating him from Chris. Thanks to the combined weight of Sarah and Chris, Dylan couldn’t move, other than to thrust up into her while Chris fucked her from behind. He allowed Chris’s momentum to drive them while he focused on the way Tristan fucked her mouth.
The woman was driving him to the brink of insanity. Her soft moans, sexy mewls, and the way her fingernails dug into his chest now that she’d planted her hands flat against him were too much. There was no denying that she was hovering right there on the brink with him.
Tristan pulled his cock from her mouth but stroked himself against her lips while Dylan watched. He wished he could’ve seen both men fucking her, but he wouldn’t trade this spot for his life. Being inside Sarah, watching as she writhed and moaned, her body splintering from the sensations… Best spot in the house.
“Fuck me,” Sarah begged. “Harder. Need … more…”
Dylan gripped her hips, holding her still while Chris began pounding against her ass. Dylan thrust deeper inside her, retreating slightly, slamming in again while she rocked above him.
Chris’s hand slipped around, sliding down her stomach toward the apex of her thighs. Dylan watched Sarah’s face as Chris fondled the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Yes … yes … yes… Oh, God. Oh, God… Dylan! It’s too much… I’m gonna…” Sarah screamed.