Earning Their Mate's Trust [Half-Demon Mates 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour ManLove)
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“It’s only beginning,” Michael teased.
Jessie nodded. He licked at Michael’s lips. His mate opened to him and he threw his body into the kiss. The shifter guided him down the bed. He pulled away, sucking on his bottom lip.
“Look behind you,” Michael ordered.
He glanced at Damon, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It’s time for your spanking.” Damon’s eyes burned with need.
Jessie moaned, not sure he’d last. His cock was moist and fully erected. It needed relief.
Michael leaned closer. “The sooner your ass is hot and red the sooner a cock pounds into you.”
Damon sat on the bed as Michael guided him across his mate’s lap. His ass pushed out, exposed and waiting for punishment. He bit down on his lip. His cock hung between Damon’s legs. He squirmed, anxious to get some action. A rough hand rubbed over his left cheek. He pushed back into it.
Michael laughed. “It’s a punishment. You’re not supposed to enjoy it.”
A finger rubbed down his cheek. He shivered in anticipation. His arousal jerked.
“How many swats do you think you deserve?” Damon asked.
Jessie swallowed. They couldn’t give him enough to make up for what he did.
“We’ll start out with twenty. Ten on each cheek.” Damon rubbed a hand down his back.
The first hard swat told him Damon wasn’t playing. The air left his lungs and his ass burned. The next one fell on the opposite cheek. Before he could catch his breath, two more rained down on his ass.
“Your cheeks are turning red.” Michael stood over them. “He looks like he’s still enjoying it.”
Jessie nodded. Four more spanks. It was too much. If they didn’t hurry this along, he’d cum from a spanking.
Damon leaned closer. “Cum and we start again.”
Jessie swallowed.
“I lost count. How many was that?” Damon asked.
Jessie couldn’t think.
“He’s too far gone to know that. Eight. Twelve to go. Keep going. I’ll keep count. After all, it’s his first spanking.”
One after another, Damon’s hand hit his ass. He cried out, nearly sobbing. He doubted that his ass would be able to sit without feeling it.
“Sixteen,” Michael said.
His ass stung and burned. Could he last? Damon’s hand rubbed and massaged his abused cheeks.
“Can you make it?” Damon asked.
Jessie nodded. He needed to do this and it wasn’t actually torture. The pleasure and pain left him sobbing and moaning. If he stopped long enough to think, he’d realize he loved it, but it would be a while before his ass could take another punishing hand.
Michael laughed. “If you do something deliberate to get your ass paddled, you’ll end up with much more that twenty smacks.”
Damon growled. “Much more.”
Jessie swallowed. The last four were harder than the others. When he was done, Damon helped him off his lap. He took a deep breath as he sat on his legs careful to keep his ass from touching anything.
“No time to rest. Now, ride him,” Michael ordered.
Jessie obeyed, moving to straddle Damon’s lap. Michael helped position him over Damon’s cock. He sighed as inch by burning inch slid into him.
Michael leaned closer. “Damon, you’re right. His ass is hot and red. With your cock sliding into him, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Maybe we need to redden him up before each fucking.”
Jessie gasped, not sure he’d survive that, but he wanted to try. He moaned as Damon pushed up. The burning pain mixed with heavenly pleasure left him panting for air. His ass pressed against Damon’s balls. He bit his lip, getting used to the large size.
“Ready to move,” Michael teased behind him, but he didn’t dare turn. Damon’s ice-blue eyes locked him in place. Large hands landed on his waist. He pushed him up and moved down, but the rhythm was wrong. He couldn’t get enough friction. Michael reached in front and squeezed both nipples and sucked on his neck. Damon leaned in and sucked on the other side. He cried out as both men helped to impound his ass on the large cock. Damon thrust up as Michael helped him back down. Soon he was on his back as Damon’s hips slammed into him over and over again. Just when he reached the end, Michael grabbed his cock and squeezed. Jessie moaned. He grabbed at his hair, trying to find peace. Then one, two, three hard thrusts and Damon’s warmth filled him.
He tried to wrap his legs around Damon’s waist to keep him in place, but Michael grabbed his ankles. Damon pulled him up and forced him to straddle his waist again, but this time Michael moved in behind him and slammed his cock inside.
He closed his eyes and Damon attacked his lips. He rested on Damon as Michael fucked him with long, hard strokes. His cock rubbed against Damon’s belly. Then a hard stroke filled him. He cried out. Damon nibbled on his lip.
“How does it feel,” Damon asked, “to be filled with your mates?”
He shook his head. Words wouldn’t form.
Michael’s hips stopped moving. He licked Jessie’s neck. “My cock is stuffing you. Your heat tightens around me. It feels so good.” He pushed in harder, hitting the spot that made him crazy.
“How are you feeling, Jessie?” His named sounded sweet on Michael’s lips.
“So, good. Harder,” he begged.
Michael nodded and soon the bed moved underneath them. As Michael slammed into him, Damon’s hand spanked his sore ass with gentle swats, nothing like the hard spanking from before. His eyes widened and he threw his head back. Damon licked and sucked on his exposed neck. Michael’s cock twitched inside of him. His mate wouldn’t last much longer. He lay on Damon’s chest and slid his hand between their stomachs and stroked his cock.
“Erotic and inviting, Jessie,” Damon whispered. That voice had his cock exploding, spilling seed between their bodies. Michael rammed into him, filling him.
Jessie collapsed between two heated bodies. His eyes closed when fingers rubbed down his stomach. Hands grabbed his cock, stroking it back to life.
He opened his eyes and stared up at his mates.
“We’re not done yet,” Michael informed him.
“We promised that you wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
He nuzzled Michael’s nose and nibbled on Damon’s lips.
“I love both of you.”
They smiled at him and nodded. He felt their love through the bond. It mirrored his in intensity. Their softened cocks slowly came back to life.
“No, we’re not done.” He gave them a wicked smile. “I haven’t been in either of you and this night won’t end until I’ve had both of you.”
Hands reached for him and Damon pulled Jessie into a hug, while Michael wrapped his arms around his back, knowing the dark cold days were over and he was next to the two men he loved.
THE END
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