“Anything?” Grant asked.
“Yes.”
“Then submit to us and accept the fact that you will never do anything without our permission.”
“Yes, I will,” she promised.
“Yes, I know,” Grant replied. “I believe you, Morgan.”
* * * *
The little vixen would’ve promised them sex around the clock at that point. Then again, Grant could just about stroke her at the chime of every hour, too.
He’d never wanted anyone, or even Morgan herself, as much as he desired her then. He had certainly never been so hard, so completely owned by the need consuming him. Once he locked his cock inside her, undoubtedly he’d shoot off like a rocket.
Blake pulled her to him. His legs draped over the end of the mattress, and his feet hit the floor. “Come here, Morgan.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice,” she said, acting as if one more second of waiting might be the last second she had left to seal the deal, the one moment she couldn’t afford to spare if she wasn’t penetrated right then.
And wasn’t that a damn shame?
“Stand between Blake’s legs,” Grant told her, aware just about any threesome position might be difficult for Morgan to manage. Her small body was limber and easily manipulated, but they wanted her comfortable and relaxed. Grant hoped she would not only enjoy their first time together as a threesome, but would also anticipate more of the same.
Gauging the lust in her eyes, he didn’t think they’d have to work overtime in order to keep her interested.
Morgan stepped in between Blake’s splayed legs. Grant stood behind her.
“Beautiful,” Blake rasped, bringing her into his arms.
“Hurry,” she breathed. “I’m on fire.”
“And so you should be,” Grant told her, gripping her hips, which were a perfect fit for his hands.
He lifted her then, and his timing was perfect. The sexy seductress had just lowered her body to Blake’s.
Snatching the lube from the mattress, he bit off the tip and doused his cock with the oily substance again. He wanted to be good and wet when he took her. The last thing he wanted was to cause her unnecessary pain when her body stretched to accommodate two men. He ran his fingers down the seam of her ass, wedging the moist digits inside her hole while preparing her to take him.
“There, sub,” he crooned.
“Are you sure you can handle this?” Blake asked, pecking her lips.
“God, yes,” she replied, the excitement drawn out as she answered him. “Please give me what I need.”
“Beg,” Grant ordered her. “Grovel for your new drug, baby.”
He saw a flicker of surprise flash in Blake’s eyes. And just when Morgan cried out for more, Grant pushed her forward, working his cock to the outer ring of her puckered hole. Her body succumbed to a complete invasion then.
Blake was in place. Grant was ready to earn his share of space as well.
“Relax,” he told her, noticing how her rigid form collapsed against Blake’s midsection.
“I don’t think I can!” she exclaimed, her body writhing under his weight.
Grant grunted then, shoving his cock inside her. “Oh yes you can.”
“Blake! Grant!” she screamed, the cry startling Grant so much that he pulled out.
Immediately, she jerked. “Why’d you pull out? Don’t stop now. Please!”
“Ah fuck,” he drawled, slipping between her cheeks again. If he were any kind of Dom at all, he’d make her grovel a little more. Then again, Morgan could fuck air at this point, she was so hot and wet.
“Let me do all the work, Sir,” she said, riding double like she’d been awaiting the chance to graduate into a more advanced seat.
“There you go, baby,” Grant crooned, fucking her back entrance, giving her a little bit more with every stroke. “Oh yeah, sweetness. Milk it, honey.”
Her snug channel wrapped around him, welcoming him into her tight passage. Her little hole felt like a small, closed fist clenching around him. “Oh, sweet baby. You feel so slick and warm.”
She stiffened as her body accommodated them. Then she rocked them, swaying one way and then the other. “Oh my God. If I’d only known what I’d been missing!”
“Now you do,” Blake said, licking her nipple.
She undulated right then, her tantalizing hips grinding out a scandalous tempo. And as Grant had feared and expected, he was hooked on her sweet loving all over again.
“That’s right, vixen,” Grant rasped. “Use that sexy body. Show us how our submissive woman can move.”
* * * *
Blake’s hooded eyes were as much of an enticement as the foreplay itself. Seeing how much he wanted her, how much he still desired her, made her work harder for his pleasure, his complete satisfaction.