Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (31 page)

Once more, Griff paused, adjusted his hips, and pushed her further down on Mason. “Pull out some, Mace,” he rasped.

As soon as he did, Griff pressed hard and slow with inexorable pressure. Tight pinpricks zipped the outer rim of her ass, and then just as she opened her mouth to beg him to stop, her hole relaxed and he popped inside of her.

“Oh my God,” Emma breathed. She felt incredibly full and tight. Where her asshole clamped down on Griff’s hard dick, small pulses from her heartbeat throbbed the muscles. Each one fed on itself and increased her desire.

Mason gripped her hips and eased back into her pussy, and she lost her breath entirely.

“Oh, I, what the, holy…” Words failed her, and she gave up and closed her eyes, waiting for them to begin their sensual assault.

She felt amazing with both holes stuffed full of cock. Never in a million years had she ever dreamed she would find someone like either of these men, much less both at the same time.

“I’ll pull, you push,” Griff said through clenched teeth.

“Yeah,” Mason muttered.

Emma soon figured out what they were talking about. Griff eased his cock through her back door until just the head spread her ring wide open. It stung just a little bit, but there was no more true pain, just incredible and amazing pleasure.

Mason pushed inward until he bumped his ball sac against her dripping pussy.

Then they did it all over again.

Emma remained motionless for a few minutes, too hot to do more than enjoy their double penetration. She concentrated on squeezing her pussy as Mason reached deep inside then tightening her ass around Griff’s hard dick as he took her ass.

Their ragged breathing swarmed her, and she felt the lust they’d carefully tamped while they filled her holes.

Emma peeked at Mason and saw his determined, carefully controlled expression. Beneath it, she sensed his true desire to let loose and slam into her.

She craned her head and caught Griff’s identical look from the corner of her eye.

Her heart swelled with their concern for her.

“Masters,” she said.

“Yes?”

Their voices melded into one.

“I love you,” she said softly.

Both dicks swelled and spasmed. She thrust down then back.

“I love you and I appreciate your concern, but I want you to fuck me. Hard!”

Griff paused, and Mason followed suit.

A crackle whipped through the air, and she held her breath, feeling the atmosphere change.

In an instant she was overwhelmed by need, desire, and all-out lust.

“Fucking take my cock, slut,” Mason howled as he slammed into her from below.

She moaned and pressed down, greedy for more.

Griff’s fingers spasmed on her hips, and he pulled back until the head of his dick just hovered at her ass. “God, I love the way your hole looks spread out, so taut on my cock.” He sawed back and forth a little bit, reviving the small pricks of pleasurable pain.

Mason continued to pound into her pussy, which caused further torment as she rocked up and down on the head of Griff’s cock.

He draped himself over her back, swept aside her hair, and cupped her chin. He pulled her back a little bit and pressed his mouth to her ear.

“Milk him with your pussy, slut. Squeeze him hard and tight until he explodes and floods your cunt with his hot cum.”

The dirty words thrilled her but the inability to move, to push him away, sent her into a realm of ecstasy. Blindly, she obeyed, pulsing and grasping at Mason’s dick like her pussy was a mouth.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned, pace increasing. “Yeah, bitch, yeah. Gonna come.”

He bucked and slammed against her so hard the slap of flesh on flesh was loud enough to echo through the room. His guttural howl drowned out her small gasp as he blasted load after load of hot cum into her pussy.

Emma, still impaled on Griff’s cock, came as soon as the heat of Mason’s cum washed through her.

“Are you coming, slut?” Griff whispered in her ear.

“Yes, Sir,” she sobbed. She felt alive, and every part of her tingled. She bucked back, hoping to draw him in, but he remained still and resolute.

Finally, below her, Mason gasped and flopped back to the bed, his slick cock slipping from her pussy. He grinned up at her before cutting a dark look to Griff. “Fuck her ass hard. Make her feel it.”

Emma barely had a second to breathe before Griff growled low against her neck then slammed his cock deep into her ass. This was so different than anything else she’d experienced. The motion and fullness took her breath away, and spots swam in front of her eyes.

He sawed in and out, pounding her with a ferocity that burned through her ass and thrilled her submissive mind. She was a fuckhole for him, nothing more.

And yet, through it all, she felt surrounded by his love, need, and care for her.

Griff panted and moaned along her ear as he slammed in and out of her body.

The orgasm she’d just had started to rebuild, and she clenched her ass, trying to milk him as she’d done Mason.

He stiffened and gasped, and then his teeth sunk into the sensitive curve of her shoulder and he impaled her one final time. A flood of warmth rushed through her as he filled her ass with cum.

“Come now, Emma,” Griff moaned into her ear. “Come for us, now.”

She cried out as the orgasm blasted through her. “Thank you, Sirs, thank you.”

Her knees, already wobbly, completely gave out as the last of her climax faded, and she collapsed against Mason’s chest, with Griff not far behind.

She was gratified to find them breathing as hard and heavily as she was.

With a start, she remembered Mason’s injury and jerked back, bonking Griff’s nose with the back of her head.

“Ow,” he yelped.

She tried to scramble upward. “Mason—we have to get off him.”

Griff wrapped his arms around her and toppled them to the bed beside Mason, who merely grinned.

“Are you okay?” she asked, reaching out to brush a lock of sweat-damp hair from his eyes.

“Never better,” he said. “That was amazing.” A sheen of tears clouded his eyes, and he cleared his throat then looked away.

Emma didn’t think she could love him any deeper, but the expression of awe on his face firmly cemented her emotions.

Her nose tingled, and she cupped his cheek. “Damn, I love you.”

Griff tightened around her. “Good thing, little one. We love you, too.”

She looked back at him, one brow rais
ed. “You know you’re never getting rid of me, right?”

Mason snorted. “I’ve known that for ages now.”

“Besides,” Griff said as he eased her to her back. She looked up at him, marveling at the sweet love he didn’t bother to hide. “There are so many more things we plan on doing to you. I don’t know that one lifetime will be enough.”

Her eyes misted, and she cupped his jaw, her other hand firmly over Mason’s heart. “Then we’d better not waste a moment.”

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