53. Ember
EMBER
“Oh my god .”
I’m going to die of pleasure. Which should be impossible, but I’m going to be the first.
All my men being so well endowed, I’ve always felt more than satisfied with any of them inside me. But this …
I can feel them. Both of them. Their huge, hard cocks inside me, sliding back and forth, redefining ecstasy with every stroke.
The way they held me when I first got here … like I was unspeakably precious. And that’s how I feel now.
Precious.
The pleasure swamping me peaks, and I let out a gasping sob as I come again, convulsing around their cocks. I don’t know what it is, but clamping down on both of them makes my orgasms so much more intense and long lasting.
“Don’t stop,” I moan.
“We won’t, baby.”
I come, and come, and come, until at last they speed up, and I come again, crying out, gripping them for all I’m worth, and finally they both bury themselves inside me and let go, their cocks pulsing endlessly, filling me up.
We cuddle together, all of us on our sides, arms and legs entwined. As the afterglow slowly ebbs away, I start to feel cold and wonder, again, what’s wrong with me.
The memory of this will haunt me forever, taunting me with what might have been. Unless I throw away my career and my future and my pride, and ask them to take me back.
Would it be worth it?