It was a blessing to get to lie down on the bed. The chilly comforter underneath my heated skin felt heavenly, and I could finally relax as my body literally melted against the mattress. The sweat on my skin made the silk sheets stick to my body, but I couldn't find it in me to care.
Neither of the men joined me in bed at first. All of them were standing above, looking down at me. It made me feel small and bare beneath their heavy gaze. Even with their clothes on, I could see how much this punishment was affecting them, their hard cocks tented their pants, and I was surprised to feel a flutter in my pussy. No matter how many orgasms I'd already had, I still wanted them, and I didn't think anything could change that.
Mateo was the first to start undressing. I watched with greedy eyes as he wrenched off his t-shirt, showing me a swimmer's body with broad shoulders, defined abs, and narrow waist.
Damn, these men had the bodies of gods. They were all perfect in their own way, and to be quite honest, I loved the variation between the three.
Next to go were his jeans, and I could see he once again had gone commando. His cock slapped against his stomach as soon as his pants were out of the way. It was angry red, and the vein underneath his cock was bulging. His tip leaked with pre-cum, and I licked my lips, suddenly desperate to taste him.
Having seen the look on my face, Mateo chuckled. "Not this time, Gorgeous," he said to me. While his friends were watching, Mateo climbed up on the bed and spread my legs before situating himself between them. His dick resting against my overly swollen and beyond-drenched pussy.
Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, "We're going to take turns with you," he informed me, making my sensitive clit throb even more. "We'll fuck you raw until we're satisfied. How does that sound, little sub?" Mateo ground himself against me then, sliding between my lips and rubbing my clit with his cock.
"Yes, please, Sir," I cried out in a hoarse whisper, unable to make any sound beyond that. I was already well into exhaustion, but I still had some energy left to give if it meant I could have them.
He pressed my legs even further apart as he situated his tip against my entrance. With a harsh thrust, he bottomed out, and I gasped at the fullness of him inside me.
"Fuck," he cursed. "You feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my dick." When he was like this, there was no sign of the sweet, carefree man, in his place was the other half of him, his dominant side. I could hear the change in his voice and feel it in the air around me.
Mateo fucked me with forceful thrusts, his skin hitting mine as he slammed inside. He didn't give me a break to get used to his size, but the pain mixed in with the pleasure only aroused me more.
My breath was ragged and harsh as my chest rose and fell at rapid speed. Already, my orgasm was building, and tears hadn't stopped spilling from my eyes. The intense pleasure was nearing on unbearable, but I wanted this—I wanted them—and nothing could stop me, not even painful pleasure.
"Oh God," I cried, feeling him hit the end of me time and time again. There was no slow and steady like the morning I had with him not long ago, but fuck if I didn't like this just as much, if not more. I loved the way he handled me and took charge of my body, and the ecstasy he elicited in me was something I never wanted to be without.
"You feel so good," Mateo murmured between pants. "You're strangling my cock with that tight pussy of yours."
His hand wedged himself between our bodies and found my clit. Knowing how sensitive I was, he didn't put too much pressure on it, but it still felt like too much. It almost stung as he rubbed it, but he managed to make it feel good as well.
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Yes, Sirs (Book 1 of Desire's Den)
Romance"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine too. ...
