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Authors: Erika Masten

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Yes!” I cry out from
behind the gag as I see Zach take hold of his thick tool and aim it
at my needy, twitching hole. Quinn pulls back harder on my knee to
spread me even wider as Zach pushes the fat head of his dick
against my entrance, pausing only once he has forced the bulging
knob inside me.

The stretching sensation is already so
much stronger than I thought it would be, and it gets more intense
as the blond Dominant starts sinking his tool deeper. “Breathe,
sunshine,” he huffs through clenched teeth, gaze focused tight on
the joining of our bodies. “No passing out before we’ve fucked your
beautiful body senseless.”

When I try to breathe, it just seems
to make me hyperventilate, as dull pain and acute pleasure flood my
limbs. Quinn has put down the brush and is kneading my full tits
hard as Zach’s member advances, plowing its way up my snug
passage.


Does it feel good, Mel?”
Quinn murmurs in my ear. “Do you like his big cock up your
pussy?”

The idea that one gorgeous man would
be holding me, watching another sink his cock into me, asking me if
I like it, is more than I can process at this point. I nod dumbly,
mewing nonsense.

Even before Zach has given me all nine
inches—god, it looks like so much more—he’s starting to speed up
his strokes, using those muscular hips to drive his tool forward
with increasing force. After just a few moments, he’s hammering my
cunt, panting and grunting and gritting his teeth. His thick member
is a velvety hard spike inside me, impaling me, stretching me wide.
I never would have thought I could take such a hard, deep
fucking…and squeal for more.

Despite being gagged, I register my
protest loudly and clearly when Zach pulls out of me when it would
seem we were both on the edge of coming. “No backtalk, trouble,” he
warns me as he stretches out beside me where Quinn has lowered me
to my back. He hooks his corded arm under the knee Quinn had been
holding while the other man positions himself between my spread
legs. The sight of Quinn, still in that cowboy hat, shirt open and
swept back, unbuttoning his pants to free his huge hard-on, shuts
me up.


I’ve regretted not doing
this for eight years,” Quinn says, looking me straight in the eye
as he draws his hips back and rams his long cock almost full-length
up my cunt. Zach caresses and comforts me as Quinn launches into a
frenzied fucking that drives his tool up my pussy from tip to balls
with each powerful thrust. Quinn squeezes those beautiful green
eyes closed tight and sinks his teeth into his lip as he pounds me
wildly, savagely. I am drowning in a daze of aches and pleasures,
tingling and throbbing, moaning deliriously. It occurs to me only
vaguely that it’s a miracle I haven’t come again. I’ve never spent
so long on so high a plateau of bliss.

So immersed in these waves of
sensation, I don’t bother to wonder why Zach is looping a rope
under my knee, using the harness as an anchor point to draw my leg
tight to my body, spreading me so wide. He does the same with the
other knee. The muscles in my inner thighs strain and burn, but the
sensation is nothing in comparison to the battering my pussy is
getting from the huge dick pumping me.

I shriek in distress when Quinn
unexpectedly flips us both over, his massive cock still sunk in my
cunt balls-deep. My hazy, teary gaze flies up to meet his. I’ve
never imagined seeing such lust in his eyes for me, but there it
is, in the way they gleam for me, hooded and glassy with pleasure.
Only the feeling of his hands gripping my ass, prying the cheeks
apart, could distract me from that beautiful face.

When I feel the head of Zach cock
pressed to my twitching asshole, I realize what he is about to do.
Nine inches of thick cock and no lube and I’m actually arching for
it. My gaze is locked on Quinn’s as Zach starts to breach my tight
anus.


Take it, Mel. Relax and
take him up your ass,” Quinn urges in a husky voice. Then the pain
stabs into me, and I’m the one squeezing my eyes shut.

It’s not the kind of pain that I want
to squirm away from. I lean into it instead, as much as I can all
bound up like this and still impaled on Quinn’s magnificent cock,
arching for the thick rod pushing ruthlessly up my tight back
channel. My anus burns at being forced so wide, at the friction of
penetration without lubrication, but everything inside me is
clenching for want of more, from my teeth all the way down to my
curled toes and my pussy. Quinn must feel it, too, from the way he
groans.


Our cocks are rubbing
against each other inside you, Mel,” he rasps. “Not much between
us. Can you feel it?”

I whine and nod, ready to cry with joy
at the immensity of the sensations running rampant in my body. The
contrast between Quinn smoothly pumping my wet cunt all the way to
the root and Zach sawing his thick rod roughly, painfully through
my stretched anus keeps me balanced ruthlessly on that
plateau.

For his part, Quinn is huffing out his
breath in hard bursts that push at the insides of his taut, smooth
cheeks. The muscles of his chest and stomach glow with a light
sheen of sweat as he braces himself with his legs and rams up into
me from below with merciless desire and determination. Zach,
leaning heavily over me, has drawn his full lips back from his
gritted teeth, his blond hair sticking to his dampened forehead as
he works his tool up my reluctant asshole. Their pleasure is so
obvious in their faces, in their relentless pursuit of fulfillment
inside the body holding them both so tight. It makes me feel more
desired…safer than I’ve ever felt in my life. I feel…taken,
owned.


Come for us again,
trouble,” Zach demands, though is voice is so husky I can hardly
understand him. “Squeeze that body down on our cocks so we’ll fill
you with our cum.”

I’m not sure if it’s the delicious
sound of Zach talking dirty to me or the sudden burst of effort
from both men at once that pushes me headlong off that precipice.
My orgasm snaps me like a whip, and I writhe between my gorgeous,
brutal lovers. Tossing my head, bowing my back, screaming behind
the bit gag, jerking hard against my restraints, I quiver through a
climax so hard that I’m sure I’ll be sore for days.


Fuck, yeah,” Zach cries
out behind me, hammering my asshole savagely for several seconds,
before he pauses with his balls flush against my ass cheeks and
tenses. “Ah, fuck. Take it, little girl. Take that cum up your
ass.” His hand grips me hard by the nape of the neck as his hips
rock forward and a warm, wet sensation jets deep into
me.

Underneath me, Quinn hisses, “Are you
ready, baby? Say it. Tell me you want me to come in your pussy. Beg
me for my cum.”


Please,” I sob behind the
gag. “Come in me, sir. I want it. Fill me with your cum.” Overflow
me. Use me. Own me.

I swear I can feel Quinn’s long tool
throbbing as it starts to pump hard jets of his seed up my cunt
while he flexes and shudders under me. He closes his eyes, lost in
the bliss of the moment, even more handsome than he was that night
at the party. Without warning, he opens those green eyes and stares
right at me like he knew I was watching him.


You’re ours now, Mel,” he
grates. “We don’t let go of what’s ours.”

I sag breathless and sore against
Quinn’s chest, every hole in my body throbbing lightly with the
pulse of my fading orgasm. Were it not for the ropes binding me in
such an extreme position, I could fall asleep for hours, make up
for last night, for all the sleepless nights fantasizing and moping
about these two.

They take their time coming down from
their orgasms, before they finally start to shift inside me. I
whimper when first Zach’s and then Quinn’s cocks pull out of me,
but I don’t lift my head. When Zach releases key knots in the rope
harness, letting me relax my limbs, I curl them around Quinn like
he might get away from me. After this, I could die happy. It only
gets better, though, as Quinn rolls us onto our sides and Zach
presses up behind me. They remove the gag and untangle me slowly,
gently, rubbing and kissing at bruises and scrapes.

Only when Zach rolls away do I frown
and open my eyes. I twist about to find him lazing on his back, one
arm folded under his head, his face peaceful as he settles down
with eyes closed.


Hey, you’re not done with
me already, are you?” I ask. I don’t really think I have the energy
to take them again so soon, but it’s his attention I’m after. It
feels good having two sets of arms around me, two bodies pressing
mine between them.

The blond deputy smiles without
opening his eyes. “Just conserving energy.”

I run my hand down to his softening
cock and gasp when it jerks against my palm, starting to grow firm
again. When I glance back up in wonder, Zach is gazing smugly at
me.


Our little girl wants it
again,” he drawls to Quinn, whose hand snakes around from behind me
to squeeze the pump lips of my bare sex.


Seems she does,” Quinn
agrees and kisses my shoulder. “I was going to suggest we catch
some sleep before staking out Peterson’s fence line tonight, but if
the spitfire needs another hard ride to break her in…”

A arch one brow. “Stakeout?” I ask,
partially to distract from the fact that they seem quite prepared
to give me what I’m not quite sure I can take again just now,
despite the way I teased Zach.

My blond lover rolls toward me, onto
his side, his slowly stiffening cock laid against my thigh. Zach
nods at my question. “We’re pretty sure we can catch the foreman
doing Peterson’s dirty work and get him to admit Earl is trying to
harass you off your land. That will let us get him for something
more than petty vandalism.”

Stunned, I don’t know how to react at
the idea that someone might finally help us, that it would be these
two men of all people.

One of Quinn’s long fingers probes my
tender pussy, and I suck in a hard breath at the flare of soreness
and renewed arousal. “But if you’re begging for it again
already…”

Zach adds a finger of his own up my
tight hole and captures my whimper with his mouth in a hot, hard
kiss. “I think it’s time we found out how well our little girl
sucks cock.”

 

THE END

 

 

ALSO BY ERIKA
MASTEN

VALENTINE’S DOM

 

As his junior admin analyst, Claudia
sees to Troy Gaspar’s every need. If she had her way, those would
include his sexual needs. Troy has been burned by office romance
before, but Claudia is a natural submissive who makes him want to
break his own rules. With Valentine’s Day just around the corner,
there’s nothing she wants more than Troy as her Valentine’s
Dom.

 

AN EXCERPT FROM ERIKA
MASTEN’S

VALENTINE’S
DOM


What’s the real problem?”
I ask, reaching over to the hand that is resting on the padded
leather arm of his chair.

I trace my fingers along Troy’s, and
I’m taken aback, pleasantly, when his flex and rub back against
mine. His hands are so smooth, but firm, with long, tanned fingers.
He’s only been back from his winter vacation for a couple of weeks,
and his skin is still sun-kissed from spending all of it on a
tropical beach—alone, I hope, but I doubt it.


Is it because you are my
immediate superior? You’re concerned I’ll cry sexual harassment if
things go badly between us?”

He lets me take his large hand in
mine. Though his office door is open, his desk and my back would
block this from the view of a passing observer.


Or are you worried about
the general messiness of dating where you work, fouling the nest,
so to speak?”

Trembling only inwardly, thank god, I
place his hand on my thigh. He tenses but still lets me slide his
fingers and warm palm just under the hem of my black wool skirt. My
heart skips erratically when I see the front of his suit pants
start to strain over a growing bulge. Neither of us is breathing,
just waiting.

My chest shudders as I draw in air to
speak. “Or it is that your last lover betrayed your trust and told
secrets? You won’t let another serve you?”

Troy stuns me as he runs his hand up
my skirt, curling his fingers around the top of one stocking as
though he’d like to rip it. A flood of my warm juices seeps into
the crotch of my panties, and I have the overpowering urge to shift
my hips and squirm against my boss’s strong hand.


Do you know what you’re
talking about, Claudia? Have you been dominated before?” he demands
in a heated murmur.

My face flushes, and I stare at my
skirt, at the shape of his hand on my thigh, to keep from having to
look at his face. “Not really,” I admit. “I’ve…played with an old
boyfriend. But I have friends in the lifestyle. I’ve talked to them
about it. And I know what I want.”


No, you don’t. You think
you do, but it isn’t what you imagine or what you’ve read or what
you’ve heard about.”

I lift my chin in subtle challenge. “I
know more than you think I do.”


Really?” he says and leans
forward in his chair. Under my skirt, his hand wraps around my
upper thigh, and one of his fingers traces the elastic at the leg
of my wet panties. “Like what, Claudia?”

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