Sex Retreat(96)

She mumbled against the soft bit again, uncertain of what she had intended to say but confident they wouldn’t carry on with this much longer. They knew her tolerance. They surely realized this only enhanced her lust.

A slow swipe parted her wet folds. Fingers worked around the butt plug. Her hips shot off the bed and Brock’s guttural growl filled the room.

He must’ve thought she wasn’t an attentive woman. She’d recognize his growl anywhere, just like she’d know that long, meaty tongue.

Lips locked around her clit, rolling the sensitive bud to a painfully hard point. Desire kicked her libido’s ass as fingers strummed inside her pussy.

Oh God, she was in heaven. She’d never known such tender pampering.

Hands cupped her breasts. Her nipples spiked as one mouth ravaged her, working from side to side, from one hard point to the other.

Fingers crawled up her inner thighs. A tongue plunged inside her pussy.

Her head jerked as probing fingers worked around the butt plug, stretching her, filling her. The hotness inside her ran deep. Her wet pussy saturated her folds and she ground against the chin there teasing her, rubbing against her.

She wanted more. She needed more.

A warm mouth suckled her nipple. Moaning. She heard moaning. Was it hers or theirs? She couldn’t tell. She existed for their pleasure. She was there for their use, for their ultimate satisfaction.

Oh, what a fantasy. She propelled her body forward. She ground her pussy against the rough stubble on one of their faces. Who hadn’t shaved? Damn it! She couldn’t remember.

Seconds later, a tongue thrust sent her spinning. A face moved from side to side. One of them really set out to make her crazy. He moved his head from side to side, going deep as he ate her pussy and used his tongue to penetrate her with unyielding persistence.

She wanted one of them to speak. She needed someone to say something.

“Damn,” Brock rasped.

Her head turned toward his voice. There. Okay. Now, she wanted to hear Rory’s voice, even a guttural sound to prove where he was positioned.

Again, that damning tongue ran through her folds. Her orgasm inched closer. Her hunger for them was nearing the point of no return. Oh God, the buildup was becoming close to a painful burden, but it was also laden with so much pleasure.

The bit was released and a hungry mouth assaulted her lips. The attack was sensual and sexy. The kisser’s mouth was exquisite and talented. She knew those lips. She recognized Brock’s kiss.

The bit was replaced. She breathed out through her nose, releasing a heavy breath of frustration. Again, her pussy was possessed by a reverent tongue, the side-to-side swipes driving her out of her mind.

She tried to pull herself up again. She was close to exploding. She would come. God help her, she couldn’t wait for permission.

Her back arched. Her body shivered. She moaned out in pleasure as her climax took hold, but whoever was between her legs moved away from her as her orgasm ripped through her channel.

Left with violent tremors, she humped at thin air without anyone there to carry her into the next realm of gratification.

Damn them!

She writhed against the mattress, her body damp from perspiration. She wanted to indulge in these fantasies, but through these experiences, she also wanted to be vindicated. Surely they didn’t expect her to find her orgasms satisfying without the heavy stroke of their dicks or tongues.

“Relax, sub,” Brock whispered at her ear. “You’ll enjoy this.”

She muttered and hummed. She wanted to speak. She longed to tell them what she needed most!

“What’s that?” Brock taunted her. “Do you want me to take away the headgear?”

She strained against the restraints. She threw her body forward once more.

“I guess you’ve had enough. It’s been a long day,” he said, working with the buckle at the side of her head. Once he removed the headgear and bit, he replaced the object in her mouth with his skillful tongue, kissing her like he had never kissed her before, exploring her mouth as he framed her face and made love to her lips, lavishing them with a ravenous lover’s kiss.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered. “You two are driving me crazy.”

“You’re fucked,” Brock told her.

“I hope so.”

And just like that, his promise materialized.





Chapter Forty-Eight




Mitch had watched from the corner, awaiting the perfect time to join them. Brock gave him the nod and Mitch went to her.

Kneeling between her legs, he gripped Brock’s shoulder for support, willing himself not to give away their secret until the very end.

He rubbed his tip over her folds. The wide head spread her pussy lips and he sank inside, feeding her one inch at a time.