Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(192)

I couldn't speak. All I could do was open my mouth and let a low, guttural cry of relief escape my lips as I felt Owen’s thick head breaching my entrance. And then I couldn't even do that because Lyle's tongue was filling my mouth.

Owen's arm was tight and firm around my waist as he entered me slowly with a controlled but unstoppable thrust. He pulled out slightly and then pushed back again and again until my muscles surrendered to the sensation of roaring pleasure that rolled through my body like a thunderclap.

In moments, Owen was thrusting deep into my ass with long strokes. I felt his thighs quaking with the strain of being as gentle as he could. His arm lifted me slightly off the ground and I hung there and submitted to the incredible invasion.

Lyle's hand left its hold on my breast and plunged into my newly shaven pussy. I gasped as rockets of desire shot through me. His fingers circled the desperate nub of my swollen clitoris in a fast flickering swirl. Then I felt his cock head sliding back and forth across my nether lips. I pulled him closer to me so he would know that I wanted it.

For a moment he hesitated, guiding himself with his hand to press himself just at my entrance. Owen pumped faster inside of me and I could feel the thin barrier that separated them. The hunger inside me became more ravenous. I rolled my hips forward and down, grasping with my pussy at his hot tip.

“Yes," he moaned and charged for my entrance. He pressed against the hole which was already tight from my body being filled in a way it never had been before. As Owen pulled out slowly Lyle entered me fully. Then he withdrew and both of them thrust into me at the same time.

It seemed to take forever. I felt a fullness I never had. I was choking and gasping at the impossibly overwhelming sensation of it. Two huge cocks in me at the same time, enjoying me loudly. Ravishing me.

Lyle's fingers found my clit again and a pink bomb went off in my body. Instantly I was rocking and heaving with the motion, needing them both to fuck me into oblivion.

And oblivion came. My desire swelled like a fruit, ripening in the hot sun past the point that the skin could hold the fruit together. I felt it expanding and expanding in my mind so clearly I thought I could see it. And just when it couldn't expand anymore it split, burst open and spilled all the seeds and hot red juices inside.

With a simultaneous roar, both men arched their backs and thrust upward, picking me up off the ground, impaled on their twin, convulsing cocks. I was filled to overflowing with their hot cum. It splashed out of me and onto all of our thighs as they arched their backs and groaned with me pinned between them.

For a long time we stayed that way, all three of us breathing together. Our moans bounced off each other in the big room, becoming softer as the seconds ticked by, lapsing into a thick silence.

Panting and covered in a sheen of sweet, musky sweat, Lyle folded his arms behind me so that Owen could disengage first. I heard Owen pad across the room and a tap go on in the bathroom as I fell against Lyle's chest, my eyes still closed, my heart beating so fast in my chest.

As Lyle's manhood slowly loosened in me and slid out, he stroked my hair and kissed the top of my ear tenderly.

I was still in Lyle's arms when I felt a warm, soft cloth being drawn up my thighs. Owen cleaned all traces of our passion from my trembling legs with a diligent and gentle hand.

I felt Lyle lean down and place a hand behind my knees, then he scooped me up smoothly and carried me to the bed, laying me down in the center of it and then curling his body around mind with his head on my shoulder.

In a few moments, Owen crawled to my other side, dragging the blanket and sheet over my shivering body. He kissed my ear and nuzzled my neck as he mimicked his brother’s position and curled around me from the other side.

I felt like I was floating on a warm sea. The hunger had been completely satisfied. A confusing and intense montage of sensations and emotions swirled through me and I let it flow through my body as though I were floating in it.





CHAPTER 11


I woke some time later and sat up with a start. My eyes stung and I squinted against the side table light that was still on. Owen slept soundly, his breath deep and rhythmic through his nose. A light shadow of stubble was already growing across the square jaw.

To my left Lyle slept with his arms thrown up over his head. His brow was furrowed as if in concentration. He looked like a diver caught in mid-dive. Every muscle along his rib cage was knit neatly into every other muscle, like an anatomy diagram.

The air was heavy with musk and salt. I pulled the sheet up to cover myself and cringed, remembering how utterly naked I had been. More naked than ever. Not just nudity; it was as though the extreme physical experience had opened a door in my emotions and there was a bloody, hot flood still pouring through that door.