Chapter 5 #5
Another surge of want had my pussy spasming, a new gush of slick need easing the way for him when he finally came inside. He held my gaze, waiting. I resigned myself to follow the rules. “Please, Daddy. Give me more.” I didn’t sound like myself. I didn’t care.
“You heard her, Dev,” Alex said casually to his friend. “She wants more.”
That was when Devin moved up to position his cock at my lips. I parted easily, even craned my neck to get the first taste of his heated skin.
Devin laughed, guided himself further onto my tongue.
“Oh, baby girl. You’re so ready for all of us, aren’t you?
These lips were made to suck my cock. We’re gonna go slow, and you just suck me nice and easy, as slow as you want while Alex takes your pussy.
There’ll be time to learn the tricks later. I just need your mouth on me.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I said to the sound of another laugh, then there were two men, two gorgeous cocks, teasing their way into me.
Where Jonathan had been brute strength and masculine power, pounding into me from the first, Alex was much more disciplined, maintaining a stony expression even as he finally plunged himself inside me.
I cried out, and Devin slid his erection side to side across my tongue, groaning his praise.
At this angle, with my legs back and my hips tilted up, Alex’s impressive length struck a new pleasure spot inside me that felt unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
As I got comfortable with the taste of Devin, the utterly wanton feeling of being used by both of them at once, Alex finally allowed himself to chase his pleasure, to thrust in and out of my body with long, precise strokes that felt like some kind of wicked dance.
My pussy clenched and fluttered, preparing for yet another peak.
“You can’t come again until I tell you to come,” Alex ground out between his teeth. My eyes struggled to focus, especially when Devin’s enormous manhood slid its way back into my throat and made me gag. It was a quick intrusion, but he pulled back soon, chuckling a little.
“Couldn’t help myself, baby girl. Your lips were made to suck me down.” He pulled back a little. “Nice and gentle now. Lick me. That’s right, angel.”
But my mind was reeling at Alex’s words. I sought out his icy blue gaze, begging wordlessly for him not to string me along.
I was close again, so close to another world-shattering orgasm, and I wanted it more than any of the ones I’d had before.
I needed to feel my body urge Alex deeper in involuntary spasms, needed to experience coming with Devin’s hardness still in my mouth. It was decadent and naughty and everything to me.
But Alex was slowing his pace. Gentling the rhythm of his hips. I struggled to cry out in protest, to urge him back to the rhythm that would have gotten me to my peak with my hips, but I was completely under his control.
My hands tingled from the restraints, or maybe that was just my itch to touch him, to feel the smooth skin at his prominent hip bones, to tangle my fingers with his long, elegant ones—I wondered, stupidly, if he played piano.
My brain wasn’t functioning up to its usual standards after all the sexual overwhelm. Alex seemed fully aware of this effect and used it to his advantage.
Soon, after enough time had passed that the threat of my finishing had dissipated, he was fucking me harder again, stoking the flames of my body into another raging wildfire.
When he pulled away again, I could have screamed at him. Instead, I whimpered around Devin’s erection and felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes—frustration, mostly, but this whole night had been so much.
Still, I had no desire to use the stoplight and halt what was happening; I was ready to come from Alex’s machinations again, and then I wanted Devin to take me. That was how it was supposed to be—all three men.
“Hm, you’re doing so well,” Alex’s calm voice broke through my hazy thoughts. “Do you think you’re ready to come again? Once more for me, and then when Devin takes you?”
Devin pulled himself free from my lips, tracing the outer edges of them with the head of his cock instead.
Featherlight and filthy and shockingly sweet.
Another tease, but one that freed me up to speak.
Knowing by now that it activated something truly unhinged in all of them, just as Darla said, I made sure to use the magic word when I met Alex’s frigid gaze.
“Yes, Daddy. Please, let me come.”
He grinned at me as he slid back home inside me, picking up a punishing pace within moments. This, the hard, unrelenting heat of him, was my reward.
When I came again, I was almost worried I’d been wrung completely dry—that the tremors of pleasure I endured, the moaning cries I released, the utter bliss that cleared my brain of all thoughts, was a grand finale.
But by the time Alex was pulling out of me and moving over to try his own turn at my mouth, letting me taste myself on his heated flesh for a few eager, sloppy sucks before he was stroking himself in front of me and finishing in jagged bursts across my breasts, Devin was already taking up his own place.
“Fucking finally,” he growled as he positioned himself between my legs.
He grinned, half dark and half childishly light, as he declared, “This pussy was made for my cock.” And then, despite the sticky evidence of his two friends on my skin, despite the long time he’d had to wait to fuck me, the third and final man who’d bought the right to take my virginity was plunging deep into my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I heard myself cry out. It was so deep, so full that there was some pain now, but I was past the point of caring about anything but experiencing every second of this.
Devin swore himself as he buried himself to the hilt, his hips coming flush with mine. Then with a hard thrust and those strong arms working together, he started to shift me into a new position.
My arms were still tied, but with impressive strength and dexterity, Devin shifted so that I was straddling his lap, and my breasts were pressing into his hard chest.
With my arms stretched straight out behind me and my legs turned to jelly, I was completely unable to get any leverage myself.
All hopes of me somehow proving myself as a sexual goddess, moving my hips in a way that would drive this man as mad as he’d driven me, were dashed.
Instead, Devin was fucking up into me, matching each hard pump into my body with a sexy, throaty grunt. I wasn’t tiny, couldn’t be terribly light, but he barely broke a sweat as he kissed me hard and started to use his big hands to guide my hips, too.
“Soon, angel, I’ll teach you how to really ride my cock. How to chase your own pleasure. But for now, let me handle it. You’re so fucking sweet.”
I was lost to the rhythm, the indescribable pleasure of Devin filling me up, stretching me to my limits, fucking me hard enough that I forgot everything but my need to come again.
“Come all over my cock, baby girl,” Devin growled as he picked up the pace.
He was slamming my hips down onto his lap now, reaching depths inside me I didn’t think were possible, much less so delicious.
And then his broad thumb was sliding its way toward my front, finding the perfect spot at the hood of my clit to send me completely over the edge.
With another few thrusts, some hard circles against my sensitive bud, and some breathy pleas I barely recognized as my own, I was coming apart in Devin’s arms.
With this final orgasm, I’d hit my limit, at least for tonight. After the perfect tensing, the involuntary jerks, the hard clench of my inner walls urging the perfect cock inside me to finish, too, I practically collapsed.
Limp, sated, and perfectly tired, I slung my released arms around Devin’s neck and gave myself permission to just be.
He swore again as he slid free from my now-aching pussy, and with a few rough thrusts against the cleft of my ass, he finally came, spurting hot and crude and perfect over it.
All the while, he told me, “Fuck, baby girl, just wait until I have time to worship that pert little ass. You’ve got so much left to learn. From all of us.”
In the afterglow, I was vaguely aware of the three men cleaning me up. Wiping their seed off me in three different places with warm, wet washcloths.
Finally removing the heels from my feet—and massaging them for good measure, which had me moaning from a different sort of pleasure.
And before they eventually left me in the large bed alone, closing the door behind them as they quit the room, I was starting to realize all the references they’d made to when.
More. Future trysts, more planned pleasure that made my body thrum back to life a little, but not enough to keep me from curling up in the silken-soft sheets and yawning.
Maybe someone smarter than me would be afraid of the prospect of more. Someone more suited to this kind of adventure would know to demand her money and her freedom from the presence of the three sexiest men alive, no matter how thoroughly they’d rocked her world.
Wildly, instead of worrying about how and when I’d get to leave and never see the three of them again, I found myself wishing I had their bodies with me in this bed as I fought sleep.
They didn’t seem like cuddling types, of course.
But damn, they’d been so warm. It felt chilly in the bed without them. And maybe part of me was afraid that without the proof of their skin against mine, I’d forget that the three men—daddies—were even real.
I officially wasn’t a virgin anymore.
As much as I’d always tried to tell myself, even as I craved closeness and pleasure and sex, that I’d be the same me with or without my v-card, I definitely didn’t feel like the girl who’d gotten in the limo all those hours before.