Tucker stopped his strikes. He towered over her, paddle in hand. “Your closest friends have group relationships. They’ve been to these parties. Make no mistake. You won’t get to fuck anyone else. You can watch and be watched, but you’re ours. So don’t think we’ll let you play.”
He nudged her ass with the paddle.
Angie shifted onto her hands and knees. He struck her ass, and the impact made her shudder. The sweet pain of wood and how it reverberated through her body and centered in her pussy took away any fear of parties. “I don’t want anyone else.”
“But do you want to go to the party?” Tucker demanded.
The paddle landed again, and she moaned. Deep down, her curiosity bubbled. “Yes!
Please.”
Tucker moved back and gave Dane and Landon each one final smack before he dropped the paddle on the bed. “Get up here, Angie. Kiss some ass.”
Angie couldn’t believe herself, but she did want to see what the party was like and who else was there. The paddle had made her forget her fear and get real. The anxiety made it more of a turn on, but as she licked over Dane and Landon’s punished bottoms, she knew she’d enjoy it.
With three great men like this, how could she not enjoy everything?
Tucker’s hand landed on her ass, and she wiggled her hips to ask for more. He gave it to her, on both cheeks, more and more as she leaned down between Dane’s legs to suck his balls.
Then she gave Landon the same treatment and tongued the spot between his ass and sac. The men were groaning, but Ang did too as her ass grew hotter and just a little numb in spots.
“Fuck me, please. I want all three of you inside me again.” Angie pressed her face to Dane’s thigh and arched her back.
“She knows what she wants. No playtime.” He squirted lube on her ass.
Angie gasped with gratitude. Tucker pulled her back, and Landon turned to sit on the bed.
Tucker tossed him protection, and before she could say anything, Ang found herself riding Landon’s cock. Tucker filled her ass fast, and she had two deep inside her. Dane knelt on the bed and pulled her head to him. Angie sucked his cock in her mouth all the way and refused to let go no matter how much the fucking made her bounce.
Landon helped by sucking Dane’s sac, but Angie wasn’t giving up his cock for anything.
They all wanted her and were getting off on her body. She knew they liked men, and knowing they liked her as much sent chills down her body.
The way Tucker pressed to Landon’s cock might’ve had something to do with it, too. The ache and the pressure ignited pleasure, and it spread to her pussy. Most of her orgasms were fast and powerful, but this one worked slowly. Too many men? No. She focused on the building heat and sucked the head of Dane’s cock harder and faster. Landon’s tongue worked underneath, and suddenly, Dane braced on Landon’s shoulder as he came.
Angie would’ve shared it with Landon, but he was more interested in kissing Dane’s roughed-up ass. Swallowing her mouthful, Angie rocked on the two erections she had left.
Tucker held her hips tightly and snapped into her. Gripping Landon’s chest, Angie braced herself as Tucker worked her rear. Occasional smacks made her groan. Spanking or fucking. Both! She was a bad girl. Her mother was right. Angie couldn’t stop smiling as Tucker came in her ass.
Landon’s hips lifted harder, and she ground to him. The heat spread to her clit. Tucker finally pinched her pussy, and his fingers drove her over the edge. It wasn’t shock and awe this time, but a slow smoldering climax that made her tremble. Why couldn’t she have those all the time? She tried to slow it down and cling to this feeling of release, but it had to end.
“Happy?” Dane asked.
“Oh God, yes!” She kissed him then Landon. Turning her head, she kissed Tucker deeply. But when her eyes caught the clock on the nightstand, she knew she was screwed.
“Damn!”
“What?” Tucker rubbed her ass.
“Church. If I don’t go, I’m going to get phone calls. Oh, I’m so going to be late.”
“Text your mother that you have a migraine.” Dane shrugged.
Angie hated lying and hiding. But when the wedding was over, this was over. She looked at Tucker.
“You can go to church. I’d never stop you from that. Go late or decide to take a Sunday off. That’s not my area of authority.” He kissed her neck. “But I bet we’ll distract you in the shower so long you’ll miss it.”
Ang groaned and decided one Sunday in her life wouldn’t ruin her. She could stay home and thank God for the men he’d given her by spending time with them. Dane’s excuse was perfect, and everyone would leave her in peace and quiet to recover from a brutal headache.