I opened my mouth wide and took as much of Dare as I could, swallowing him until his cock hit the back of my throat. I worked him with my tongue for as long as I could, enjoying his quiet growl.
Dare’s pleasure drove Zane to make sure I noticed him behind me, and he released his hold on my ass to bury his hand in my hair, gripping me by the back of the neck. He held me in place over Dare’s cock as his other hand slid around my hip to stroke my clit. With his hand in my hair, he guided my pace, pulling me back to torment Dare every time I tried to take him deep again. Zane was in control here, of my pleasure and Dare’s, and he wanted us both to know it.
“Suck his cock, Hannah. Suck him until his cum is running down your throat. It will trigger your next orgasm.”
The guttural command, combined with the sting of his grip on my hair, set something wild loose inside me. Something foreign and powerful. And this primitive side of me reveled in their domination, craved their pleasure more than my own, needed to please them both. Dare’s satisfaction hummed through my collar, making me feel like a conquering queen, like the most powerful woman in the galaxy, the sexiest, hottest female alive. But Zane? Zane’s emotions were a web of lust and darkness, of desire and restraint.
Zane was holding himself back. He was in firm control, riding me, feeling my tight, hot pussy but wanting more, needing something more than I was giving him.
Deep within me, the need to please him, to make him happy roared to life inside me. In that moment, I was not complete unless he was pleased with me, unless I’d satisfied that darkness in him, unless I’d brought him peace. I wanted a happy mate. If these men were mine, if this was to be my life, I needed them to be pleased. My own pleasure dimmed as I realized Zane was not riding the edge as Dare and I were. Zane was here, but he was also hiding himself, holding back.
I whimpered, determined to satisfy my primary mate, my match. I was supposed to be perfect for him, and he was supposed to be perfect for me. If I couldn’t satisfy him, there must be something wrong with me. Perhaps there was no man in the entire universe who I could truly love.
The thought made me sad, and desperate to pull Zane out of his darkness.
I sucked Dare’s cock deeper than I’d ever taken any man, swallowing around him until his cock was partially down my throat. His growl encouraged me as I rose and fell over him.
Dare came, his cock bucking and writhing in my mouth like a living beast, a beast I’d tamed, a beast that was mine to command, mine to pleasure. Dare’s pleasure flooded me and my heart melted toward this strange warrior. He was very pleased, his contentment coursing through me and making me happy.
But Zane? He let go of my hair and wildly thrust into me, one hand on my clit and one dangerously close to the plug filling my ass. Yes, I wanted this. I wanted Zane to be a little wild.
Then he moved the plug, just enough to make me feel like I was being taken by both of my mates at once, fucked in both places and fingered.
The searing cum sliding down my throat set off my own release, just as Zane had said. My screams were muffled by the thick cock stretching my mouth wide. Feeling both Dare’s orgasm and Zane’s imminent release through my collar only accentuated my own pleasure until I was almost delirious. Overcome.
I released Dare’s cock, afraid I would bite as my pleasure crested. Zane’s cock moved of its own volition deep inside me, his hips slapping against my sore ass. His release, the hot splash of his seed inside me, triggered another of my own and I went rigid and silent, unable to draw enough air to scream. I had none left.
I came back to myself slowly, as if I were in a daze. And indeed, that’s what I felt like. This wild, wanton sexual creature couldn’t be me.
Zane’s hand moved up and down my sweaty back with long, slow strokes with his cock still buried deep inside me. His body was sated, but I could sense his frustration, his need to do more, his need for me to be more.
Dare rose and placed soft kisses on every part of my skin he came near, completely at peace. Happy. Sated.
But not Zane. Zane had fucked me and I could sense he was hiding his disappointment behind a soft smile and softer touch. I wanted to cry, but I bit my lip and hid my face from both of my mates.
I had not pleased him. He was dissatisfied in me, and that knowledge made my heart hurt. I barely knew these men, but they were mine and I was theirs. I needed Zane to be pleased with me. I needed it with a desperation I’d never felt before.
But I’d given them everything. I had nothing else to offer him. Nothing.
The urgency was gone from all three of us, leaving a languid contentment in my body. I’d never been so well used, so completely and totally owned, body and soul. Part of me relished the feeling, but part of me could just hear my mother’s disapproving voice telling me that everything that had just happened in this room was wrong. Two men? A butt plug? Taking one cock in my mouth and one in my pussy, and loving it?