“You’re so beautiful, sub,” Mitch said, cupping her cheek. Dragging his thumb over her lip, he glanced at Rory but then straddled her chest. His cock rested between her breasts and he played with her nipples, pinching or twirling them before caressing them with the pads of his fingers.
Splendid new sensations flew through her body, tantalizing her nerve endings as his hands continually pampered her. He stared at her lips, moistened his, and leaned in for a kiss.
Mitch wasn’t one for romance, but the kiss he initiated ranked high on her list of most ravenous kisses. He framed her face and his tongue moved from side to side, gliding inside her mouth before twirling in a beautiful sequence with her tongue.
Breathless, she drew him closer. A moan slipped from her lungs and she embedded her fingers in his hair, raking her fingernails across his scalp. She tried to bring him still closer, more determined to hold him in place.
She wanted his kiss to last forever. She longed for reassurance he was there for the duration. And he’d never leave her again.
Her legs widened and Rory thrust inside her pussy. His tongue seemed to work in time with Mitch’s kiss and she was thrown into a realm of ecstasy she had never known.
Brock sat beside her. Rory took her to the brink once more only to leave her pumping her hips continuously with nothing there to sate the desire. His mouth was too far away now to soothe the burn.
Rory rose from between her legs. Mitch broke their kiss. Brock shifted his weight, hooking his arm over her head and staring down on her as if he appreciated her more than he ever had in the past or ever would in the future.
She wanted to stay locked in time, stuck in that very minute, but right when she was convinced their special moments together should be framed for safekeeping, they formed a tighter circle around her.
They kissed and caressed her. Their hands worked in tandem, moved in time as they scoured her body, exploring her flesh with circular patterns. Their fingers brushed up and down her torso. Their legs entwined.
Fingers pinched her nipples while other hands cupped her full breasts. As they probed her ass and pussy, she was left to long for a more fulfilling penetration.
Steady. Oh God, they were too slow and ever so steady as they fingered her, touched her, and acted as if they had orchestrated this night for well over a dozen years.
Sweet vibrations spiraled through her body as an unfamiliar level of hotness swept over her. She might as well have been leading them to her sex with one perpetual smoke signal, an intimate inferno destined to leave them all gasping for air, begging for one uninhibited drawn breath.
Their hands propelled over her then with fiery precision. Skill existed in their fingertips. Experience lingered in their actions. Their heated bodies came together then in a wicked decree, a declaration of sorts. The combustion was a mix of love and lust, a dance of intimacy too wild to name.
In the end, Rory took the position behind her. Mitch and Brock towered over her.
Then, to her surprise and her inexplicable pleasure, Mitch and Brock locked their arms and entered her pussy together.
She gasped then whimpered, purring out in divine acceptance. She was unaccustomed to such a wide impalement, but her body stretched and welcomed the intrusion more with every stroke.
Rory worked his cock inside her ass, taking her an inch at a time.
Her gaze darted between men as she took in the picture, too pretty to paint, too erotic even for her naughtiest fantasies. This kind of loving was too hot, too delicious, and far too exquisite to have ever imagined.
Daydreams wouldn’t have done the act justice.
They moved together, stroking her at the same time. Rory penetrated her from behind, pushing the weight of his cock in and out as his breathing became reckless, far from controlled.
Mitch stared down at her pussy. Then, his head dropped over his shoulders. Brock flattened his hand against Mitch’s arm, steadying himself as they thrust inside her, each stroke heavier, harder, and reaching far deeper.
“More.” She practically sighed out her request.
Her head rolled from side to side. She closed her eyes as her orgasm rushed forward. The ginger had worked its magic, mixing with her bodily fluids to create a warming lubricant. The effects were sinful, wicked, and oh so intense.
“Come!” Mitch ordered, jerking forward.
He damn sure wouldn’t need to ask twice.
As if they were all in tune with one another, their bodies rocked and pumped. They fucked her with their own independent moves yet found their pleasure together.
The overwhelming surge of electric and thrilling vibrations empowered her. One orgasm came and another followed right behind. Each left her writhing between them as her body became theirs. She was, in every way explainable, strangely and totally owned by the only three men she’d ever truly loved.