Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
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T IERNEY
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D id Colter just ask me if I still want this? How do I make this clear?
“Yes,” I shout. “Yes, I’m absolutely sure,” I say breathlessly, raising my hips so my clit brushes against the warm, velvety skin of his enormously hard cock.
“There’s no going back after this,” he adds ominously. Can he be any more of a dark lord?
“Oh my god,” I say exasperated, not liking the emptiness in my pussy. “I want this. Please put your cock inside my pus—”
The last word gets stuck in my throat. My head lifts off the pillow, and I’m sure my eyes are so wide they could hold saucers. Colter grips his thickness, aims it at my entrance, and welcomes himself in.
My body cowers, pulls down the blinds, closes up the shop, and hides, leaving me to deal with the giant rock-hard phallus inside me.
I did not think this through properly. Should I have started with a beginner package instead, something in a standard size? Yes. Yes. 100% yes. Oh crap. I should have asked about their size and not rested until I got an answer to the precise inch.
Oh, it was all fun and games licking their cocks like lollipops, trying to stuff them into my mouth and giggling when I couldn’t, but this... this will be them rearranging several internal organs, surely, to make room.
“Wait, wait, wait,” I say, trying to raise myself up. “It’s too deep; it’s not meant to fit.”
“Relax, it’s just the tip,” Colter says softly.
“That is not just the tip, sir. That is your entire mammoth penis in my very teeny, tidy vagina,” I say heatedly, flustered, torn between squirming away from him and too afraid to move.
“Tierney,” he says, and for the first time, I hear a chuckle in his voice.
Balancing his entire body on one arm, Colter takes my hand and guides it down my body. He wraps my fingers around his shaft, and I sheepishly have to acknowledge that the rest of his cock is still very well outside of my body.
“Oh,” is all I can say.
He leaves my hand there and then looks into my eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks, and I stare back at him. His cock throbs in my hand; the look on his face is pure controlled torture as if all he wants to do is drive into me.
I bite my lip and stroke his length and squeeze the head of his shaft inside me. He clenches his jaw so hard his face might crack.
“No,” I say. I don’t want him to stop.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Touch your clit and feed my cock into your sweet, sweet cunt,” he says, almost as if he’s defeated.
I do as he says. My fingers glide over my clit. Wetness seeps from the walls of my pussy, making me bolder. I push him further into me. And then more and more, until I stop rubbing my clit and throw both my arms around his neck and hide my face there.
“Jesus,” Colter growls and penetrates me, taking over my body and stretching me to accommodate him. “Jesus, fuck. You’re so damn tight,” he groans. He lowers his hand between our bodies and takes my clit between his fingers.
Tears drip down the side of my face. Oh, my god. This freaking hurts like a motherfudger. I’m too tense to move, too breathless to say anything. But I can’t stop myself from coming under his touch. My body clutches onto his cock for dear life with every spasm.
Colter withdraws slowly from my body, taking my air with him, then I feel Nolan’s shaft parting my labia before he enters me quickly, swiftly, dropping his head to my nipples where he nibbles and sucks, trying to distract while his equally giant cock imprints inside me, keeping my flesh stretched.
He flips us around, so I’m straddling him, my nipple still in his mouth, one of his hands roaming over my ass. I shudder when he offers me the sexiest smile ever, gropes one of my ass cheeks with one of his hands, which only makes his cock seem deeper inside me, and then strokes my clit with his thumb with his other hand.
That’s all it takes for him to demolish me with a resounding orgasm that has me biting my lip and failing to restrict my moans. I’ve come so many times I lost count. Can a person pass out from over-climaxing?
My question remains unanswered as Nolan slips from my pulsing pussy. Jace, who is behind me, immediately enters, replacing Nolan in one fell swoop.
Jace wraps his arm around my waist, and without severing his length, he lifts me off Nolan and places me on my knees.
Oh boy. I turn to look. The sight of the ripped man behind me with his cock in me takes my breath away.
Jace moves just a little, in and out, and every time he penetrates me again, I brace myself, tensing up. With every slow thrust, he hits my clit and grinds upwards. The sensation is awesome and frustrating, and I find myself pushing against him, trying to create the friction I am craving. He gives me nothing and chuckles until I clamp my walls around him. Hard.
“Minx,” he growls, and lifts me up onto my knees, my back against his hard sculpted chest. He snakes an arm around my waist, and holding me tight, he pushes his cock up inside me, over and over until my clit is swollen and my pussy drenches him. He bites the side of my throat, and when I come, when I completely obliterate any sane thought from my mind, he taps my convulsing clit, and I quiver uncontrollably.
Jace increases the rhythm of his thrusts. He feels bigger, too big now, just like Colter and Nolan had felt before. Then he catapults me with my orgasm into the stratosphere. His hot cum washes over me, and the feeling is sublime. Ultra-sublime. Where’s my tablet? But all I want is more.
Colter takes me next, sliding into my quivering pussy, possessing me as he wraps his arm around my waist. His breath fans against my ear, and he comes inside me after a few strokes. I’m acutely aware of everything, the way he tenses, the way his balls harden. Divine. The word is also divine.
As soon as Colter withdraws and Nolan nudges his cock to my entrance, I suck him up, pulling him deeper inside me.
“Fucking hell,” he grunts against the side of my neck, taking a handful of my flesh and sucking on me until he explodes inside me with a rush of his cum that drowns my pussy.
I drop my head, exhausted.
Celestial. It’s sublime, divine, celestial, deviant, salacious, and dirty, too. It’s all those things, and I loved every second of it. I want to go again, but my brain is pulp, and my body is on vacation.
Sleepily I feel their hands on me, cleaning me up, then dipping me into a bath they drew. Colter lathers me up. Nolan dries me with a soft, luxurious towel. Jace brushes my hair.
They feed me water and cheese and chocolate and tuck me into bed. They take turns as I sleep in each of their arms.
I’m so exhausted that when they tell me they’re leaving, I just wave them goodbye and carry on sleeping.