Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
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H aley
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N ot daring to breathe , I lie rigid beneath Wesley.
“Just get used to my cock inside you, princess,” Wesley says. “I’m not going to move. You’re in charge, okay?”
I nod, desperate to put on a brave face. Wesley plants soft kisses all over my face, murmuring how beautiful I am and how amazing my body feels. But I’m fully aware of the strain he’s enduring, the control he’s exercising to keep still inside me. He’s doing this for me.
I regulate my breathing and reach out to touch his sculpted chest and his sexy jaw, allowing myself to bask in his masculinity, which makes me feel all the more feminine and stronger.
I shift beneath him, and I’m immediately reminded of just how big he is. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life.
“Jesus,” Wesley groans.
But I do it again. And again. I move my hips and then clench the walls of my pussy.
Wesley bites his lip, his muscles coiled and tight, but he can’t help his cock from growing even more inside me. The burn becomes addictive. I want more. I contract harder. Balancing his weight over me with just one arm, he now uses both arms and lifts away from me.
I raise my head and see the utter thickness of his cock embedded inside me. I’m equally mesmerized and alarmed. But I lift my hips, drawing a little more of him in before lowering myself and sliding down his length.
“Oh my god,” I whisper. The sensation on my pussy is sublime. I forget the pain. I do it again. Deeper, faster. I’m so wet that the only sound in the room is me using Wesley for my pleasure.
“Wesley.” His name tears from the deepest part of me. Blood rushes to my pussy. My clit pulses, begging me to grind it against any part of Wesley. I take him deeper, fiercer in the way I hold him to me.
“Wesley, I’m going to...”
Wesley sinks the entire length of his shaft into me. He gathers me in his arms, his weight over me a wondrous thing, adding to the orgasm rolling through me, making it so powerful I see stars.
“Haley,” Wesley says softly as he comes inside me, spilling his essence against the contracting walls of my pussy, intensifying my climax. He kisses me deeply as he continues to fill me with his cum.
When he withdraws, I’m already crying out for Dean to fill the emptiness inside me.
“Dean,” I say shakily, instinctively needing him to center me again. He captures my mouth as he guides his cock into me. His penetration is swift and splendid. My body opens fully and greedily for him. Then he turns us around so I’m straddling him, lifts himself up, and draws me onto his lap, seating himself even deeper inside me. Dear god.
With one arm tight around me, he uses his other hand to cup my breast, sweeping his thumb over my engorged nipple while taking my mouth in a possessive kiss.
I press myself closer to him, rubbing my clit against him, purring as my walls contract harder around his thickening cock. I throw my arms around him, grounding my body to his. I’m so desperate I want to cry.
Dean growls softly against me, his restraint matching Wesley’s. “I’m here, princess,” he says, and it’s all I need. I crush myself against him.
“Dean.” My orgasm is transcendent, and Dean shows me what I’m capable of when his muscles pull taut and he shatters inside me, showering me with his essence. I kiss him fiercely, and he lets me before slipping his cock out of me. I’m so full of cum that it leaks from my folds, but it’s still not enough.
As effortlessly as if I weighed nothing, Camden lifts me over him, so I’m straddling him.
“Ride me, princess,” he says huskily, his cock as hard as granite and as unbearably thick and long as Wesley’s and Dean’s.
After everything, I blush a million shades of red. He’s not going to help me guide his cock into me. No. He wants me to do it myself.
“The longer you wait, the more you’re going to leak all over me, sweetheart.”
He’s right, and suddenly nothing matters but taking Camden into my body while I’m still filled with Wesley and Dean’s cum.
I lift myself over the tip of his engorged head, silky with pre-cum. Using one hand to steer him in, I use my other hand to balance myself on his chest.
God help me. Wesley took my virginity and opened me up. Dean showed me what I’m capable of, and now Camden is showing me how much I love the sensation of having their cocks in my body.
I lower myself fully onto him, throwing my head back as he reaches for my breast and teases my nipple. Shamelessly, I bob up and down on his cock. My pussy swells, making the fit even tighter, but the feeling is utterly entrancing.
I’m out of my mind with greed, with the need to ride him like he wants me to, to take what I want. I reach between our bodies and rub my clit furiously. I’m frenetic, untamed, and wanton.
“Camden,” I whisper. An orgasm starts to build inside me. It’s wild and voracious, and when it explodes out of me, Camden takes my hand and sucks on the finger, still wet with my essence. Spasms fly through me as he plunges his cock all the way back inside and layers my walls with rope upon rope of his cum. He pushes my hair back and kisses me softly before holding me tight.
I’m exhausted afterward, but my mind doesn’t rest. I relive each moment, every climax, over and over again.
I don’t even protest when they take care of me afterward, bathing me, massaging me, feeding me, and putting me to sleep in their arms.
I also refuse to acknowledge the funny way my heart feels right now.