Amanda's Wolves(92)

She’d learned to do that in the last few days—come more than once in a row.

“Sawyer,” she begged, hoping her voice carried enough for him to hear over the ringing in her ears. “Suck my clit. Please. Oh. God…”

He did as she asked, drawing the tight swollen nub into his mouth and flicking it over and over in rapid succession with his tongue until a second orgasm raised its head and took over every cell in her body.

She shook so violently she had no idea how she remained standing until she realized Logan had his arm around her belly under her breasts. Her legs were jelly. He was doing all the work.

As the intense orgasm subsided, Logan released her blouse and bent over to lift her up against his chest.

She let her hands lower to her breasts, noticing the ache in her arms from holding them in that position so long.

She didn’t care. She only cared about two cocks getting naked and inside her as soon as possible.

When Logan deposited her on the bed and stepped back to remove his clothes, she blinked at both men standing next to each other tugging shirts over their heads and then shrugging out of their jeans and underwear.

She licked her lips, trying to focus on their impressive cocks. Her vision wasn’t quite normal yet. It wouldn’t be for a while, not until both men had taken her in some fashion.

They were not kidding about the drive to mate. It was impressive. And she was a willing victim.

When Logan climbed onto the bed, his cock bobbing in front of him, precome oozing from the tip, she resumed her struggle with her blouse. It still trapped her hands, although now at her waist.

Logan didn’t comment. Instead he grabbed the silk between her wrists and tugged her arms over her head again. When he straddled her body and lifted onto his knees to reach toward the headboard, Amanda squirmed. Was he going to attach her arms in some way?

Whatever his intentions, she lost interest when his cock tapped against her chin. She tipped her head down and reached her tongue out without thinking. She wanted to taste him.

No. She needed to taste him.

The first lick up his shaft heightened her senses and caused Logan to freeze with his dick above her mouth.

She’d caught him off guard.

He bent slightly at the knees, lowering his cock enough to allow her to wrap her lips around the shaft and draw him in. “Baby…” He gripped the headboard behind her, leaving her hands where they were and refocusing his attention on her face.

She flicked her tongue over the slit in his mushroom-shaped head and tasted his essence. Salty. Tangy. Logan.

She needed more and made that a reality by sucking him deeper into her mouth. She was new to blow jobs. Hell, until last week, she’d never been with a man who made her feel relaxed enough to want to wrap her lips around him. And she wanted Logan’s cock in her mouth as badly as she wanted her next breath.

When Sawyer grabbed her thighs and spread her wide, she hesitated for the briefest moment. And then she resumed, allowing her mind to process two parallel sensations, the feel of Logan’s smooth hard skin inside her mouth and the nudging of Sawyer’s cock against her pussy.

As she blinked away the blurry vision that accompanied her complete loss of senses, she stared at a picture above her she would never forget.

Logan leaning over her, his cock in her mouth, his hands on the headboard behind her.

Sawyer on his knees behind Logan, his fingers at her entrance, his cock grazing through her folds in the grip of his other hand. Suddenly, he leaned forward, plastering himself against Logan’s back, and plunged into her.

She moaned louder against Logan’s cock, sucking deeper in rhythm with Sawyer’s movements. The angle of Sawyer’s length inside her forced the tip to graze her G-spot with every stroke.

She recognized the sounds coming from her mouth, but she also knew she wasn’t the only one making noises.

The cock inside her mouth grew stiffer.

Sawyer reached between his body and hers to stroke her clit, and she dug her heels into the bed to thrust upward.

So many sensations at once. Even her breasts repeatedly grazed the fine hairs of Logan’s thighs, her nipples remaining stiff and sensitive from the light contact.

On a long groan, Sawyer thrust into her deeply and held steady, his fingers working her clit in rapid flicks. The sound of his release sent Amanda over the edge right behind him, her orgasm squeezing around Sawyer’s cock in a firm grip.

Logan’s release hitting the back of her throat shocked her back to reality while her pussy still pulsed. He started to lift himself out of her mouth, but she wrapped her lips around his shaft tighter and sucked, swallowing his essence as it poured down her throat.

It was heady. Intoxicating. While Sawyer continued to circle her clit, his cock still buried inside her, Logan hovered above her head, his eyes glazed, his mouth hanging open, his arms shaking with the effort to hold himself up at the headboard.