by Loki Renard
Fiona bit her lower lip as he rolled her onto her back and took control of her breasts. They were sensitive at the best of times, but when he teased them with light licks and kisses and gentle strokes, her nipples became painfully erect and her breasts became more sensitive than ever.
“Please,” she said, arching her hips up.
“Please what?”
“Fuck me.”
She could feel her wetness seeping between her lips. She knew it was probably beginning to soak the thin satin of her panties in an incriminating dark line.
“In a bit,” Harris said. “I want to enjoy you first.”
‘Enjoy’ meant slow, sensual torture, designed to make every part of Fiona’s body burn with desire, but satisfy none of it. In that private little room with sunlight filtering through shutters, he made her gasp and hiss and arch her back with need, pressing his tongue to her panty-covered slit and tasting the filtered juices. She could feel a muted heat over her clit, but there was not enough pressure to peak or get remotely close to such a place. He had her right where he wanted her, squirming and moaning and begging for more.
“Please, Harris,” she panted. “Let me suck you.”
That wish he did grant, stripping off his clothing to reveal his muscular body and a cock that was so fully erect it felt harder than steel when she wrapped her lips around it and gratefully began suckling at the head.
Harris groaned, his fingertips playing lightly across her still panty-clad pussy as she worked her oral magic.
She was rewarded when he slipped a finger beneath the gusset and peeled the garment to the side, exposing her wet lips. He rubbed her bare pussy gently, alternating caresses with light taps, almost gentle slaps aimed at the entrance of her body.
“Well well,” Tom drawled. “What have we here?”
She hadn’t noticed him come in, for obvious reasons. Harris tended to command her attention when he took her this way, keeping both ends of her body thoroughly occupied.
“All tied up and with your pretty mouth full up,” Tom drawled, joining them on the bed. He was naked, fresh from the shower. Fiona realized he and Harris must have discussed this beforehand, the timing was too good.
“Where shall I make myself at home?” Tom ran his hand over her bottom and pressed his fingers into the crack where her panties had descended. “Perhaps in here?”
She wriggled on Harris’s fingers and moaned around his cock, offering no objection. She was so aroused she would have agreed to anything.
“These ropes are going to get in the way,” Tom noted. “Mind if I ease them off a bit?”
“Be my guest,” Harris said, admirably keeping up conversation even with his cock sunk deep in Fiona’s mouth. She giggled a little, making him spasm over her tongue. Slowly, Tom worked the ropes back off her and eased her panties down, making her entirely naked. Then, as she continued to suckle Harris’s dick, he took lubricant and started plying it against her bottom hole.
She expected a plug, but there was no plug forthcoming. Instead Tom slid around behind her and started pressing his cock against the tender bud.
“Hey!” Fiona made a muffled objection around Harris’s member, but Tom had trained her bottom well and she was already relaxing, allowing him to press the thick length of his cock inside her without any real difficulty. Her objections turned to moans, vibrating the length of Harris’s cock as Tom filled her slowly, easing himself into her tightest hole whilst she supported herself on her hands and knees like a good little filly.
Soon Harris could take it no longer. “I want to be inside your pussy, Fiona,” he said, brushing stray strands of hair out of her face. “Do you want that too?”
She nodded, biting her lower lip as Tom slid all the way in, seating himself against her bottom.
“It’s going to be a tight squeeze back here,” he noted. “Best make a low entry.”
“That tactical talk is so hot,” Fiona teased, earning herself a light slap to her bottom.
Harris laid down on the bed, and with a little bit of maneuvering, they soon managed to work Fiona over him. Tom seemed reluctant to leave the tight confines of her bottom, so Harris was left with the task of pressing his cock up and into her pussy while her bottom was filled.
It was a sensation Fiona had never imagined, let alone felt. Slowly, Harris sank into her pussy, somehow making more room inside her than she thought possible. She gasped as he pressed in, Tom steadying her hips so she had to take each and every thick inch.
“Good girl,” Tom murmured, stroking down the length of her back. “That’s it, just relax.”
She was relaxed, in a sort of erotic haze where anything seemed possible, and judging by the way Harris was now sunk all the way up to his balls inside her pussy, she thought it might actually be.
Sandwiched between Harris and Tom, Fiona was the receptacle of their pleasure, the nexus of their lust. Harris remained still as Tom began to move, fucking her bottom with long smooth strokes. Each one ground her clit against Harris’s hard pubic bone and made her pussy spasm around Harris’s cock, but it was Tom who was taking the loudest pleasure, gripped as he was by the tight ring of muscle.
The person experiencing the greatest bliss was Fiona. Not only was she filled fore and aft, she was held securely between two strong bodies. She felt completely filled, completely feminine—and entirely loved.
“Such a good girl,” Tom growled, nipping and kissing the back of her neck, holding himself inside her. She could feel him pulsing inside her bottom, so close to orgasm but holding himself back from the peak in order to draw the moment out longer.
Harris had his hands on her hips, holding her in place, surging up into her soft, wet flesh over and over again. With Tom stalled, Harris’s thick member took control of her consciousness. Everything became his motion, his mouth hot on hers, his hard abs rippling beneath her belly.
It was a tight fit, and nobody was going to be able to hold off for long. It was Harris’s orgasm that triggered Fiona’s climax, which soon sent Tom over the edge. Crying out and shuddering against one another they seemed for a glorious moment to be but one entity, sharing a climax that was greater than any single orgasm could ever be.
As the last remnants of her orgasm faded, Fiona’s trembling arms gave way. She collapsed against Harris whilst Tom slid back and to the side.
“Are you alright?” Harris asked the question, stroking Fiona’s hair while Tom ran his hand over the curve of her hip.
She turned toward him and nodded breathlessly. She still hadn’t gotten her words back, they were floating up there in the ether of earthly concerns she still couldn’t quite access.
“We wanted to do that,” Harris explained. “We wanted to take you at once so you’d really know just how much you are…”
“Ours,” Tom said, stealing the punch line.
“Ours,” Harris echoed, kissing her nose. “And we love you.”
“I love you both too,” Fiona said. Her words were tremulous, for she was choking on an overwhelming rush of emotion. All her life she’d had everything any girl could want, except this. This warm, inviting, safe sense of belonging which wrapped around her like an invisible blanket, keeping out the cold. All the trinkets and the money and the clothes and the shoes in the world didn’t compare to the feeling she had with them.
“Shh, don’t cry,” Harris said, pulling her close. Tom scooted close from behind, wrapping his arm around her waist and letting her feel his strength. They fell asleep like that, three hearts beating as one, three bodies entwined so closely that it was difficult to tell where one ended and another began.
Fiona had found a family, Harris had found the woman he was born to protect and love, and Tom had found the unit he would have died to keep safe. They belonged together. Mind, body and soul.
The End
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More Stormy Night Books by Loki Renard
The Lord’s Bride
When Mary de Vere’s closest companion Martin de Stafford—whom she secretly loves—is stolen from her by his long-promised marriage to another woman, eighteen-year-old Mary believes things can get no worse… until an assassin’s blade takes her father’s life. The laws of the land place her under the authority of her heartless uncle, but even as her world falls apart around her, Mary vows to one day reclaim her rights and her title.
Years later, Martin, now the Sheriff of Staffordshire and a widower since illness claimed his wife, encounters his childhood friend in the unlikeliest of places: a convent. Though Mary plays the part of a simple woman who dreams of becoming a nun, Martin is far from convinced. He knows the feisty girl far too well to believe that she aspires to a life of service in the church, and in any case, he has another future to offer her—a future as his wife.
When she spurns his affections, Martin only grows more determined to unravel her plot, and at last Mary is caught red-handed in an act of banditry. To save herself from the dungeon, she is left with no choice but to submit to the very thing she once longed for: marriage to Martin de Stafford. Mary soon learns that her new husband is more than her match and that from now on her bare bottom will pay the price for her scheming. In spite of her pride, Martin’s firm chastisement enflames her lust for him, but can she truly force herself to put aside the wrongs of the past and lay claim to a life at the side of the man she always wanted?
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