Claiming Kara:Fate Harbor 3(45)

God, that'd hurt, but now Quinn was stroking over the globes of her ass,  and the hurt was turning into the most decadent heat. She quivered.

"Jesus, Quinn, the way she clenched my dick when you did that was  amazing." Ben looked up at her with a smile of amazement on his face.  "You liked that, didn't you, Kachawli?"

"No." Quinn slapped her ass again, and she moaned, then he put his big,  callused hand right on top of where he had smacked her, holding in the  heat, and she pressed back against him. "Yes, oh, fuck," she panted.  "Yes, I liked that."

Ben grabbed her where her thighs and ass met, clutching her close so  that there was no hope of them coming apart, and then he nodded to his  brother over her shoulder. Kara braced.

"Oh, no, you don't." And that's when another ass slap was delivered. She  shoved forward and Ben went deeper, causing her to spasm and him to  groan. "This ass was made to be spanked." Three more swats came in hard  succession, jolting her closer and closer and closer. She heard herself  whine and then moan. She prayed Quinn knew not to stop, and loved that  Ben kept arching upward, further and further into her. Then suddenly,  Quinn spanked her with two hands, one on each cheek. She slammed down on  Ben as he twisted up and the release rocketed skyward, no moans or  groans, but a scream echoed through the room.         

     



 

She came back to herself with the feel of Quinn's tongue licking one  tender cheek. She looked down and saw Ben looking like he was in pain.  "Ben, are you all right?"

"We've got to finish this," he said, through gritted teeth.

"I don't understand." Kara was still pulsing from the most overwhelming  orgasm she had ever experienced, and then she realized that Ben was  still rock hard inside her. "Oh, we were going to do this together.  Then, why didn't we?"

"Because watching you come, watching you get so fired up from a  spanking, was the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life. I know it's  going to be the second hottest experience in my life after you're  stuffed full of two cocks. I've dreamed about this for years." Ben  lifted a hand, cupped one of her breasts, and squeezed. When she pushed  into his hand, he squeezed harder as she smiled and groaned. "Jesus,  Kara, I never even knew that you liked a little edge with your sex. How  could I not know that?"

"I didn't know." Kara was more than a little bewildered. She had never come so hard, but she suspected that was about to change.

"She's ready, brother, are you?" Quinn asked from behind. Kara's ass felt hot, but she wasn't in pain.

"If you don't stop fucking around and take her, I'm going to have a heart attack," Ben damn near snarled.

She felt it. Quinn was there at her back entrance, while Ben continued  to pulse deep inside her vaginal channel. Oh, God, this was really going  to happen and she was getting a little nervous. She looked down at Ben,  and as if he knew, and despite the fact that he was holding on by a  thread, he gave her a gentle smile, released her breast to cup her  cheek, then wrapped it around to the back of her nape and brought her  down for the sweetest of kisses. Kara immediately relaxed.

"Keep doing what you're doing, brother," Quinn directed. "Easy, Kara.  Remember, sweetheart, you're in control. You say slow down, we slow  down. You say stop, and we stop." She relaxed even further. "Good girl."  She felt him pushing in. There was a bite, but it felt good and she  tightened around Ben, ensuring that he was held close as she pushed a  tiny bit back toward Quinn, wanting to welcome him.

"Yes!" they said in stereo. Excited at their response, she did it again.  She couldn't help the high-pitched little whimpers, and she jammed her  face into the crook of Ben's neck, comforting herself in his warmth and  scent. His hands floated down the length of her back, soothing her as  Quinn continued to make small thrusts inward, until finally he popped in  past her tight muscle.

Kara lifted her head. "More, Quinn, I want it all. I need everything."  Then, like the marauder he was, he continued forward, until she was  dizzy with the fullness, the sensations.

"Kachawli, are you okay?" Ben's hands kept stroking. But she felt Quinn  begin to gather her hair, and she knew what was coming next. Oh God, she  knew. And then it started. Ever so slowly, Quinn started pulling her  hair as he pulled out of her ass, the twin sensations sparking so many  nerve endings she felt like she was in the middle of a thunderstorm. She  wanted to scream and laugh at all the force that nature was throwing at  her. As Quinn was pulling, Ben was twisting and pushing, finding the  spot of nerves in her in passage that made her sing.

"Ben, no, I won't last."

"We don't want you to last. We want you to come again and again. We want  you dripping all over me." The last was said as he jerked out of her  and Quinn plunged back in, and one more time Ben twisted and swirled as  Quinn reached around and found that bundle of nerves at the apex of her  cleft, and with one touch, she plummeted headfirst into another fiery  climax. But they allowed no reprieve.

"Again," Quinn rasped behind her, his one hand having moved closer to  her scalp, the other hovering near her clit. Back and forth the men kept  up their pace. She could clearly see the toll it was taking on Ben, but  at the same time she saw the look of intense satisfaction on his face  the closer she got to yet another pinnacle.

"One more, give us one more, Kachawli." She felt the perspiration  dripping down her temples, the cream trickling down her thighs. Again,  as if they read each other's minds, they impaled her together, and she  howled with absolute rapture as she slumped over.



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Quinn couldn't remember the last time he woke up this content. Then it  hit him, it had been when Kara had been in his bed. He reached out and  realized that the bed was empty. But it was still warm from where she  had slept, so she couldn't have been gone for long. He got up and put on  his jeans, damning the small size of the cabin. Next time, they were  making love in her house. He still remembered how comfortable her bed  was, how it smelled like her, felt like her, warm and inviting.         

     



 

As he pushed open the door, he was a little surprised he didn't smell  any coffee. His brother was unable to function without his morning  caffeine. Walking down the short hall to the galley, he didn't see  either Kara or Ben, but he could hear them above deck.

"Don't push me, Ben! All I can do is promise to think about it. What  makes you think that this means everything is okay? I told you up front  that even though I might still care about you, it didn't mean we were  going back to the way things were. What made you think differently?"  Quinn was wondering the same damn thing. Ben had known going in that  they were playing the long game, that this was only step one in their  plan. What was he doing pushing her so hard and so fast? He heard Kara  disembarking. He went to put the coffee on.

"You want to tell me what that was about?" he asked as he put a mug in front of his brother.

"I know, I went off plan," Ben said as he took a sip of the coffee. He  slumped down in the dinette. "Last night just seemed so perfect. It was  just like it used to be. God, she's perfect, and I want it all, you  know?" Quinn ached for Ben. Especially when Quinn knew he was to blame  for the predicament they were in.

"I know, Ben. But your plan is the right way to go. We've got to take  this slow. We've got to coax her back." They just sat for a while,  listening to the water lap against the hull. Soon they were both smiling  at one another as they replayed the night before.

"God, it was fantastic." Ben sat back against the seat.

"The weight she gained … I didn't think she could get any more beautiful,  but I was wrong. I never want her wearing clothes again."

"Did you see, she actually seemed to be self-conscious?" Ben noted in an incredulous tone.

"Women, I will never understand them. What's next on the agenda, little  brother? Because we have got to seal this deal pretty quickly. I want  her naked in our bed for the rest of our lives."

"After the painting is done, we're having a party and inviting all of  her friends and family to the grand unveiling and our grand opening on  the boat."

"Won't that seem pretty suspicious?"

"Nah." Ben grinned. "Who the hell else do we know? All of our friends  are her friends, so this will be our ‘grand opening,' so to speak."

"Do you think her family will come?"

"To see her artwork? Sure, they will."

"Ben, you're really an evil genius. It would never have occurred to me  in a million years to do this kind of thing." Quinn was seriously blown  away with the way his brother's mind worked. This would allow them more  time with Kara, and allow her to see them interact with her friends and  family.