She could do nothing but push her ass back into his erection. At the same time, Kane moved forward, rubbing his arousal over her belly. She’d never been so turned on in her life.
Blake moved a hand around her waist, cupping her mound and sliding his fingers between her slick lips. “Christ,” he groaned. “You’re fucking wet. I can’t wait to lick your pussy.”
She loved how he said it. So raw. So sexy. Like he was ready to fall to his knees for a taste of her.
Kane continued to kiss her slowly. He pulled his lips away from hers and pinned her with his heated stare. “Tell us you want this.” He cupped her breasts and squeezed. Her nipples ached and pleasure shot down to her clit in an electrifying charge. “Tell us you need us as much as we need you.”
She nodded, unable to say anything else. The words died in her throat along with her ability to speak.
This was it. Years of fantasizing had come to a reality she still couldn’t believe. This was what she'd always wanted.
She moaned at Blake’s slight strokes on her clit. He thrust at her ass, letting her feel how hard he was. The two men she had almost daily fantasies about for years wanted her body. Her big boobs, big ass, and big thighs. Thank God!
She had always been honest with herself. She knew she was a big girl. She had curves and rolls and she was more than okay with that. To her co-workers’ dismay, she actually liked her body. She felt at ease with her shape. A lot of people didn’t understand how much she loved herself and her figure. She’d learned that while others lived in a world of desperate need to change themselves or those around them, she happened to want to stay as she was. Curvy, big or whatever they wanted to call her, she was Dani no matter her shape or size. Anyone who loved her would love her how she came.
“God, beautiful,” Kane groaned. “I can't wait to slide deep inside you.”
Kane brought his lips down to her chest, pulling a nipple into the wet suction of his mouth. She moaned, arching her back to press the aching bud deeper into his face. Fucking hell that felt good.
He twirled his tongue around her nipple at the same time he tweaked at her other one with his thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, God, yes!”
Blake pressed at the center of her need. Her clit throbbed as if ready to burst into flames. “That’s it. Rub your ass on my cock. Soon, you’ll be rubbing it on my face.”
She jumped as bone-deep shudders racked her core. “Please,” she moaned. “I— God.”
She kept herself upright by some miracle force of nature. Digging her nails into Kane’s gigantic shoulders, she’d been able to use him to cling to.
Kane released her nipple after a final bite which sent moisture dripping down her thighs. He led her to a reclining chair and motioned for her to sit. She did.
“Spread your legs for me,” Blake said, showing her his sinful grin.
“Let me see how wet you are,” Kane stood in front of her. “Show us.”
She leaned back on the chair, her back rubbing against the leather and warming it with her body heat. Then she splayed her legs open, placing them over the armrests and giving them a front row view of her wetness.
“Fuck her pussy with your tongue,” Kane told Blake. “I want to see her lips wrapped around my cock.”
How in the hell had she gotten into this? Oh, who cared? This was Blake and Kane. Both of them licking their lips and gazing at her as if she was a feast and they were starving. It was surreal and amazing at the same time.
Blake dropped to his knees in front of her seat, immediately lowering his head between her legs. He curled his arms around her large thighs and kissed his way to her pussy. Once again, she could have been self-conscious over being a big girl in a non-flattering position. But it was hard to care about that when all she could think about was reaching the highest orgasmic peak. Right now. There was no place for insecurity, not that she had any. She knew she might not be what society considered sexy, but screw it, she definitely felt sexy.
She turned to face Kane. He’d stripped out of his clothes while she’d watched Blake ratchet up the tension in her body. Kane naked was a work of art. Big, with large muscles and no body fat, he had a body any woman would worship day or night. She swept her gaze down his beautiful torso to his erection. He was hard and wet. Beads of moisture dripped from the head of his cock which he used to jerk himself and lubricate his length.
Her gaze ran back up to his face.
“Suck my dick,” Kane ordered, his voice pure churned gravel. “I want to feel you sucking me off.”
She licked her lips, lifted her hand to push his away and wrapped it around his cock. “Come closer. I want you sliding down my throat.”