by Dark Angel
With one smooth motion, he slides inside me, filling me to the brim as my body struggles to accommodate the incredible girth pushing me to my very limits.
I must say, if you’ve never had twenty-four inches of man meat fuck you in a hot spring before, I highly recommend it.
Chapter 22
Derek
Her slim legs are wrapped around my waist. I can still taste her delectable juices on my lips.
She came as soon as she got my cock deep inside her tight cunt, and that alone had me on the edge myself. Now Xane is behind her, thrusting into her ass, and I can feel orgasm after orgasm rock her body, driving me ever so close to my own climax.
Doubling up sure drives this girl wild. Her tight hole pulls my cock deeper into her with every thrust, trying to milk me for all I’m worth.
But it’s not time yet. I want to see more from her before I reward her with my seed.
I slip out of her almost regretfully, but I need to rein myself back. I want us to take our time with her. The hot water rushes around us, and I take her into my arms, holding her stable as Xane continues to thrust hard into her ass.
“Let’s move this inside. I want those lips around my cock again, and it’s cold as tits out of the water,” I say with a smile, running a finger across her lips.
The little vixen pulls my finger into her mouth and swirls her tongue on the tip of it. I love how wrapped-up in the moment she gets. Her eyes glow with pure lust as she sucks in my finger all the way to the back of her mouth.
I’ll definitely have that again before I spray her with my cum.
Dripping and steaming, the three of us scamper into the house. Hot towels are in the warmer by the door. I wrap one around my little princess before handing her two more.
“Dry us off,” I command.
Eager to obey, she wraps the hot cotton around each of us in turn and rubs us down, not missing a drop of water. She drops to her knees and looks up at us with those lust-filled eyes.
She holds my gaze while she gently strokes us both with the hot towels. I catch her jaw in my hand, and my thumb strokes her soft mouth. Again, she slips the digit between her lips and swirls her tongue around it.
I let out a ragged breath. My hand moves from her jaw to her head and pulls at her soft hair. She opens her mouth, and I shove my dick home.
She gags around my thick head without breaking eye contact, but she quickly catches the rhythm of my thrusts. I hit the back of her throat again and again, and her delightful little tongue teases at every vein along my shaft.
I could fuck her mouth all day, and this lass would revel in it.
I groan and thrust deeper, looking deep in her eyes. She’s tearing up a little from the pressure of my dick, but I know she can deep-throat it. She wants it as much as I do.
“Take her cunt, Xane. She’s absolutely dripping from sucking my cock. Aren’t you, Princess?”
She can’t answer. She can’t even nod. I have her head in my hands, and she lets out a gurgling moan.
The vibrations in her throat run up and down my cock, forcing me to reel myself back all over again. Xane kneels behind her, and I can see his cock press into her cunt.
I can tell how wet she is, and taking him into her renews her fervor all over again.
Her hands slip to the back of my thighs, and she digs her nails into my skin; she’s going to come again. I love watching this girl orgasm.
I pull my dick out of her sweet mouth and slap her cheek with my hard length. “Come on, Princess. Show me that O.”
I kneel in front of her and pinch her rosy nipples.
She can’t take any more, and I smile as I watch her mind shatter into a million pieces. A shout escapes her tight throat, and her hand reaches up to grasp any part of my body she can reach.
“I’m coming!” Xane cries out behind her.
Even Xane’s monk-like control can’t stand up to my princess orgasming on his dick like that.
I reach out and rub her clit with one hand while kissing her deeply. Her body spasms, falling onto me.
I can feel the mix of her cream and Xane’s cum dripping down her soft thighs. I catch some of the fluid on my hand.
She is coming down but ready for more. I bring my wet fingers to her lips. Automatically, she opens her rosebud mouth, taking my cum-coated fingers in.
“Taste good, Princess?”
She nods vigorously.
“Want more?”
Her answer doesn’t change.
Xane has pulls away, and I scoop up more of their mixed cum and feed them to Julia’s waiting lips. I kiss her deeply, the swirl of our tongues spreading the mixture in her mouth.
I want more now.
“Do you want more cock?” I ask.
She groans, her hips rocking against me like they have a mind of their own.
I pull us off the floor and press her against the closed door. Two fingers in her dripping pussy prove that the girl knows what she wants. She’s still dripping and ready for more.
I push my body against her and ram my cock all the way into her with a single thrust. My balls smack against her ass, making a satisfying slapping sound with each thrust. She wraps those luscious legs around me again, and I bury my cock inside her and my face in her damp hair.
I slam her against the door, her pert ass bouncing her back on my waiting cock. She screams with pleasure, and I can feel her pussy against my cock each time she comes back down on me.
“Fuck, you have the tightest cunt,” I say. Her walls tighten around my dick, making my knees weak. “You like hearing how hot your cunt is, Princess?”
Julia can only moan. I don’t think we left the poor thing the power of speech.
“Her ass is even tighter,” Xane says over my shoulder, and I nod to him.
He’s right, and an ass that fantastic deserves to be fucked as well.
I walk the two of us over to the bed covered with warm furs. I fall back on the bed, holding Julia against me and exposing her ass to Xane.
“Fuck that tight ass, Xane. Princess, you’re going to come again and again for us, and when we’re done with you, you’re going to lick us all clean.”
I run my hands through her hair, catching her face between my hands and looking into her pretty eyes.
She nods, her eyes cross in pleasure, as she grinds down on my cock.
She gasps, and her cunt tightens around my cock hard when Xane rams her in the ass. We both thrust into her in unison, her tits bouncing. I catch a rosy nipple in my mouth and suck her sweet flesh.
“Fuck, Derek. I...I can’t,” she manages to gasp.
Again, she comes hard, multiple simultaneous orgasms rocking her slender frame.
This time, my dick is practically being pulled into her slick pussy. I let it ride and explode inside of her, painting her inner walls with my creamy cum.
Xane grunts behind her, and I can feel him spasm through the ever-so-slight separation between us.
The, she freezes for an instant—a picture of ecstasy that I will never forget. She falls down onto me, exhausted. Her hair fans across my chest as I catch my breath.
I roll on my side with her, my cock still half hard and deep in her cunt.
“You have a promise to keep, Princess.” She looks at me, bleary-eyed. “Clean us up. Come on, lass,” I say, kissing her on the nose.
She inhales and gets up on her knees as Xane slips out of her, lying next to me. We lie still on the wide bed and enjoy our obedient girl licking every last drop of cum off our cock.
She pays special attention to the wide head of each of our cocks, and I sigh contentedly when she finally finishes.
When every available drop of cum is in our girl, she lies back between Xane and me. She snuggles in my arm and is soon fast asleep. I look at her and plant a kiss on her fluttering eyelids.
My Princess.
Chapter 23
Julia
The sun is barely breaking through the chiffon-covered window. The light is brighter
than I think it should be because of the glare from the snow-covered fields.
Someone is running soft, warm fingers up the inside of my arm. I feel myself pulled back from the delicious dream, but it was really just a repeat of the last few days.
Tokyo, skiing, hot springs, gorgeous men. My life is becoming a dream I’m not sure I want to wake up from. This is what I have been selling my clients.
My eyes fly open—my clients! For a moment I panic, worried that I’m neglecting my work, anxious over how things are running without me. My heart races, then I focus on the owner of the soft fingers still trailing my skin.
“Good morning, Sweets.” Spencer smiles down at me. “Brrr.”
He pulls the blankets away from my naked form and slides in next to me.
“I don’t know how Derek manages to stay here so often. No sun, no sand. You are hot enough to make up for it though.”
He wraps a hand around my waist and pulls me to him. I sigh, and he starts kissing my neck. I run my hands down his shirt and start to untie his board shorts.
I’m on vacation, right?
“Spencer, the plane is waiting. You were supposed to wake her up, not keep her in bed for another hour.” Killian’s hard voice interrupts the sleepy, sexy thoughts running through my head.
I look over to see him standing at the door to my room. His pale skin is luminous in the morning light, starkly contrasted by his black-on-black T-shirt and cigarette pants.
“We were cold. I thought I would help her warm up before we got on the jet,” Spencer drawls. “The plane can wait, right?” Spencer goes back to kissing down my neck.
“As much as I would love to watch the lovely Julia fucking this early in the morning, we have an eleven-hour flight, and breakfast is waiting on the plane. Spencer, put your cock back in your shorts and let the lady up.” The word ‘shorts’ practically drips from Killian’s aristocratic lips.
Spencer sighs and slips himself from my grasp.
“You could join us instead,” I say with a pout.
“We don’t have time for what I want to do to you,” Killian growls. He turns and leaves the room, but not before saying, “Get dressed. The car leaves for the air strip in ten minutes.”
Spencer reluctantly follows him out the door, leaving it open. I stretch lazily on the bed.
Seven o’clock in the morning—far too early after the night I just had. I want to sleep again, then I want to wake up to more hands running along my body. And I definitely want to find out what Killian has in store for me.
“Nine minutes, Julia!” Killian exclaims, reappearing at the doorway. “Stop wasting time lounging around, or I will spank you. You don’t want to fly to Amsterdam with a sore ass now, do you? Get dressed.”
He leans against the door and stares at me.
I climb out of bed, letting him watch my naked body while I collect my clothes and start putting myself back together. I’ve just found my shoes and phone when Killian tells me time is up.
He grabs my hand and leads me to a limo parked in front of the resort. I try to object, saying I need to pack. Killian rolls his eyes at me.
“Julia, nothing you have here at this mountain retreat will be suitable for Amsterdam. I have everything you need on the plane. Just do as I say and everything will be fine.”
Then, he smiles at me.
Killian doesn’t smile much, but when he does, his sharp good looks soften with boyish charm and a pleasant glow. My breath catches a little, and I think my heart even skips half a beat.
“I wonder why you even let me get dressed.” I smile back once I regain some of my composure.
“I wonder that, too.” Killian’s smile darkens. He runs a hand up my leg as he stares into my eyes.
I’m wearing black leggings and an oversized sweater. The limo is very warm, and I feel overdressed.
We arrive at the airfield and board the plane. There are two flight attendants. Beautiful girls, both taller than me with pale skin and hair so blonde they’re nearly white.
They’re wearing black leather versions of Sixties stewardess costumes and metal chokers. Killian boards the jet first, followed by me, then Spencer. Neither girl says anything, nor do the men say a word to them as we board.
Killian leads me to a table set out with mimosas and a large plate of fruit. I sit down, and one of the girls fastens my seat belt.
Before I can thank her, she and her counterpart go to secure Killian and Spencer. Then, they both disappear with a pat on the head from Killian.
“Well-trained staff. They make themselves scarce when we are entertaining,” Killian says with a nod.
I raise an eyebrow and take a sip of my mimosa. The plane takes off.
Our fight is uneventful. After Spencer climbed in bed with me this morning, I had expected to join the mile-high club, but Killian orders me to a small bedroom at the back of the plane to sleep after breakfast. Spencer is already napping.
“I want you well-rested for what we have planned this evening. Rest up and change into something suitable. Nobody will bother you on the flight.”
I start pulling my phone out as I turn to walk to the back of the plane.
“Leave the phone, Julia,” Killian orders, not even looking up.
Something in his voice pulls me to obey. I hand him my phone...my constant companion, surrendered to him.
“Good girl,” Killian purrs, and my face flushes as I turn away from him.
I nap and watch trashy TV. At some point, one of the girls brings in a tray of food. I try to thank her, but she smiles and lowers her eyes, backing out of the room.
Eleven hours to myself—no responsibilities, no appointments, nothing. I can’t think of the last time I had eleven minutes of doing nothing, much less eleven hours.
I know at the end of this, I’ll have Killian and Spencer again, but I actually enjoy the quiet and the time to let myself think.
This has been such a whirlwind. I find letting my mind wander and stop worrying so freeing.
Tap, tap, tap.
“Julia, we’re nearing the airstrip. Please change, then come out and let Romee strap you back in.” Killian’s commanding voice penetrates the thin door.
A shiver runs up my spine. I’m tempted to put my mountain resort clothes back on just to see what he would do if I came back out in something he didn’t find suitable, but I decide against it. I want to make him smile again.
There is a closet in the room at the back of the plane. I open it. Everything inside is black, deep red, and midnight blue.
Most of the clothes are just a series of leather straps, with vinyl and bits of lace. I find the most conservative piece in the closet.
It’s a dark red wrap dress with a laced back and no bra. The only pair of panties that aren’t as complicated as Xane’s knots is a Bracli pearl thong.
I take a deep breath and slide the lacy panties on, the pearls teasing at my clit and between my pussy lips. I wonder for a moment if it really is better than wearing nothing.
Back in the main cabin, one of the girls leads me back to my seat across from Killian at the table. Romee, I guess, fastens my seat belt again.
Sitting in the pearl thong is a whole different experience. I shift in my seat when Romee heads back to the crew cabin.
“Ah, you decided to wear the Bracli. Good decision. I think we will walk part of the way to the resort. It will be much more...interesting.” Killian’s dangerous smile is back.
Spencer chuckles. I squirm in my seat again; I wish I had forgone the panties entirely now.
We land and deplane. It’s two in the morning in Amsterdam. The city glows, the lights glinting off the canals. A car meets us, and the three of us climb in.
“Now, Julia, you must promise not to use this for work,” Killian says, handing me back my phone. “I’m only giving it back to you because I want to see how you do with temptation. There will be consequences if you give in. Do you understand?”
I nod. I’m happy to have my phone back.
Days out of contact with my office and eleven hours of solitude. I am ready to be connected again. I just need the right opportunity to sneak a peek without Killian or Spencer noticing.
The car drops us at the edge of the red light district. The neon lights glare into the canal; in every window, there is a beautiful girl. The girls stop their dancing and posing and stare at Killian and Spencer as we walk past, but my escorts don’t even look back.
Each has a hand on the small of my back. Spencer’s hand drifts down and runs across the string of pearls, sliding between my ass cheeks.
“Daring move, Sweets. Can’t wait to see you in just those panties when we get to Killian’s club. You are going to be quite the hit,” Spencer whispers in my ear.
The strand of pearls is driving me crazy with each step, running along my wet lips and my pulsing clit. Every time I try to form a thought, a new jolt of pleasure shocks my cunt.
Killian’s phone goes off. We pause at a small intersection while he takes the call. I walk away, making an excuse about wanting to see the fashion display in the window we just passed.
When the guys aren’t looking, I pull out my phone. I just want to check my email real quick.
No harm in checking, right? I won’t even reply. Unless something is really urgent, of course.
I have the roaming wireless internet just set up when a pale, well-manicured hand reaches over my shoulder.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk. What did I say about working?” Killian’s voice has a commanding edge to it.
“Shoulda listened, Sweets. Killian can be very serious,” Spencer drawls. There is an amused edge to his voice.
I hand my phone back to Killian, hanging my head with a sullen look. “Take it back, then. I was just checking…I wasn’t going to do anything.”
“Oh, no. You gave in to temptation. In return, I think Spencer and I should give in to the temptation of that dress and those panties we know are dripping. I think you deserve a spanking. What do you think, Julia?”