Amanda's Wolves(82)

She squealed. “Logan.” Her hands went to his biceps as he tugged her up higher than his cock and then lowered her over it. A low moan escaped his lips as she wrapped her legs around his waist and groaned in satisfaction.

Sawyer jerked open first one drawer to the vanity and then another. Finally, he found what he needed. Lube. He popped the top, squeezed some into his palm and then wrapped his hand around his cock to stroke it from base to tip.

He let his hand slide across the tip, coating it with the slippery lube to ensure he wouldn’t hurt her when he entered. Taking his cock was a tight fit in her ass. It had to leave her sore. But he needed her now. And he needed them all three to be connected again.

Amanda squeezed her ass cheeks together when he traced a line down her crack toward her tight hole.

Logan still gripped her cheeks, and he pulled them farther apart. “Slow and easy,” he said, although Sawyer had no idea which one of them he was talking to, perhaps even himself.

Sawyer gritted his teeth as he lined up with her rear hole. It was going to feel so good, too good. He feared he would come the second he entered her.

It had nothing to do with how tight she was, either. It was purely a result of how he felt about her and what the mating meant to him.

“Relax your rectum, baby,” Logan muttered. “Same as last time. I’ve got you.” He didn’t move her at all to pump himself in and out. His face looked strained, but he was determined to wait for Sawyer.

With a shaky hand, Sawyer lined his cock up with her tight hole and pressed into her. “That’s it, hon. Breathe through it.”

She instead held her breath. He wasn’t surprised. It had to be stressful letting him into her forbidden hole. Even though they’d already consummated this claiming by doing the same thing, she was still relatively innocent.

Ever since Logan had taken her in the ass that first time, Sawyer had yearned to feel her around his cock. And now he shook with the need to keep things slow. He grabbed her thighs beneath Logan’s grip on her cheeks and slowly pressed into her.

She stiffened, and her legs stretched out as she tried to lift off Logan and escape Sawyer.

He stroked her thighs, reaching around to press his fingers into her clit between her body and Logan’s. “We’ve got you, hon,” he whispered into her ear. “Relax. Remember how good it feels.”

“Too good,” she muttered. “I think I left my body. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Sawyer chuckled. “And here I thought it was pain.”

“That too. But more the out-of-control sensation. Like my body isn’t my own.”

“Mmm. I guess in a way it’s not. Not anymore. In a sense, we belong to each other. And we’re slaves to the need to consummate this over and over.”

“Yeah,” she conceded.

Logan nodded at Sawyer over his head, silent agreement to just do it.

Sawyer slipped one hand out from between his mates’ bodies and guided his cock once again to her opening. He gave her a second to adjust, and then as she relaxed her sphincter, he slid slowly into her, an inch at a time. Painstakingly slow. He’d known it would be tight. He wasn’t prepared for this grip, however.

Finally, he was in to the hilt. And all he could to was tip his head back, gasp for oxygen, and pray he was able to fuck in and out of her at least more than a single-digit number in order to enjoy her. If he came before he had a chance to feel her tight hole wrapped around him for more than thirty seconds, he was going to slap himself upside the head.

Sheer ecstasy. Pure and simple.

“Move,” she muttered.

That one word lit its own fire under Sawyer, and he couldn’t deny her. He would never be able to deny her anything.

This was no exception. He pulled almost out and thrust back in. In an effort to hold his orgasm at bay, he lifted her off Logan’s cock and set her back down, his own dick remaining lodged inside her by lifting onto his tiptoes and then settling back to the floor.

Heaven. His eyes fluttered shut. No wonder mates fucked each other every chance they got in the first few days or weeks. It felt like a slice of heaven.

“Again. God, Sawyer, move. Please.”

He smiled as he did as she requested, allowing himself to take her tight rear hole while helping Logan get his hard length in and out of her pussy.

They were amazing together. Like a work of art. A work of art he had no intention of the general public ever laying eyes on. Or anyone else for that matter.

Sawyer fell into sync with Logan, each of them working together to lift and lower her, although she helped by pressing her heels into the counter.

She tipped her head back to rest on his shoulder, her mouth hanging open in the telltale O she often got right before she came.