by Tacie Graves
“Just relax, Pet,” he said, as he began stroking me again. “Remember how good it felt before. Remember Jack touching you there… and relax. Just focus on how good it feels.”
His voice was hypnotic and his touches intensified, pressure building on my asshole until I thought it must hurt, but it never did. He played with my nipple with a free hand and Jack had reached between us and had his thumb pressed against my clit and suddenly Donovan’s finger was sliding in and out and it was amazing.
“Oh God, Donovan,” I moaned, arching back towards him only to realize that it impaled me deeper on Jack’s cock. I couldn’t move without increasing the sensation, and it was building and building again, and I whimpered in desire.
“I want to be inside you, Pet,” Donovan whispered hotly in my ear, his weight pinning me to Jack’s chest. His heavy cock was rubbing against my slick cheeks and this time it was even more tempting. “I want to feel Jack’s cock in your pussy; I want to feel you tight around me.” Donovan leaned in to my ear and whispered, “Please, Pet. Trust me.”
I opened my mouth and nothing came out, so I swallowed and tried again.
“I want you, too,” I whispered, my cheeks flaming, but neither of my men seemed surprised or embarrassed, Jack groaning his approval and Donovan tilting my face to his, taking my lips in a tender kiss.
“That’s my girl.”
He slid down my back, the movement pressing me into Jack again wrenching a moan from us both, and I heard the tearing of a foil packet and looked over my shoulder to see Donovan covering himself. He then stroked my asshole with a finger again before pressing his cock against it, at first barely and then more insistently.
Jack started to gently rock his hips under me, and my clit kept bumping against him, ratcheting the level of my excitement to new heights. Donovan increased the pressure against my asshole and it suddenly gave way, stretching around his cock, the tightness amazing as I felt myself stretched and filled.
I could not believe it; it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of him. I wanted all of them both. I wanted them buried so deeply inside me I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began. I wanted to feel his hips against my ass as I came. I was overcome by my desires and I started to rock back and forth, gathering momentum as I went.
Donovan stilled in shock as I started to move, but quickly joined the rhythm, and I knew that the sensation of the two cocks rubbing against each other, only a thin barrier between them, was amazing for them both as well. Donovan pinned me and slid inside me, one hard inch at a time, and I could feel them both, Jack sliding below me, and Donovan above, matching their movements so that as one withdrew the other advanced. But they were so gentle… too gentle. I wanted more… and I begged them.
“Please! More… I need more.”
“We don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” Jack whispered up at me, and I crashed my lips down on his and kissed him madly, pleading, “I’ll stop you if it hurts, just please… please fuck me!”
I was frantic, and my lovers obliged. Jack thrust into me hard and fast, and Donovan matched his tempo, holding his weight off me so I could breathe.
I screamed my pleasure and felt it begin—that whirlwind that is climax—and it tore through the three of us like wildfire. Every time Jack thrust into me, Donovan withdrew only to come crashing back into me in the end. Little inhuman noises were torn from me, and I heard the cries around me, and we rode that line between chaos and control until that last moment when my pleasure overtook me and I dragged my men with me.
My pussy spasmed and my body twitched, wrenching both cocks inside me until they couldn’t resist the pull anymore, filling me with their come as they filled the air with the sound of my name.
Then we were finished, and Donovan slid from me, pulling me to one side, and Jack turned to follow, holding me on the floor as we slowly floated back to reality.
I wrapped Donovan’s arm around my waist as he lay wrapped around my back, and I held Jack tightly in the crook of my arm, and the last thought I had was crystal clear: these men were mine, and I was never letting them go.
Screw single.
About The Author:
Tacie Graves isn’t schizophrenic; she just writes what the voices in her head tell her to. Living in the middle of the Midwest with her husband and two children, her days are spent in a whirlwind of activities that always somehow lead back to her writing desk and the sexy stories that come alive there (which can be difficult sometimes when she has to explain why she’s looking at the pool guy just so.) She writes erotica for every woman because we can all use a little extra spice in our lives sometimes. Oh, and because the voices told her to.
Screw Single. Copyright © 2012 by Tacie Graves. All rights reserved.
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