Page 19 of Longing for More
“Yes, Daddy!” I moaned.
He shuddered at the name as he paused his ministrations, breathing deeply, and leaned forward to kiss me. I didn’t have much of a choice, as his hand around my throat dominated every thought and plausible action I had, but I welcomed it all the same. His length, still hard as a rock, stayed inside me. I couldn’t help but wrap my legs around him in this new position, forcing him even deeper inside of me. We both groaned, knowing his entire length was bottomed out inside me.
“God,” Ryder groaned, realizing it, too. “So fucking greedy.”
The giggle that escaped me was pure delirium.
“Say it again, sweetheart,” Lucas muttered as he pulled away from me. He repositioned my legs, taking them from around his waist and placing them on his shoulders. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as he stroked himself in and out, slowly.
“Daddy,” I moaned. It suited him.
“Fuck me,” Ryder groaned. “God, this is so hot. You look so good taking his dick, baby. Better than I could have ever imagined.”
I withered in need with the praises.
God, I already wanted to come again.
I said just as much, taking ownership of the greed they said I carried so well. “I want to come again. Please. Please let me come. I’ll be your good girl. Let me milk the cum out of you, Daddy.” I had never called anyone that name before—Ryder included, and I think they both liked it more than they preluded.
And I was desperate to feel good again.
Lucas grinned at Ryder. “What do you say? Think I should breed her little cunt? Do you think she’s earned her first orgasm on my dick tonight?”
Ryder hummed and I prayed that he would let me finish. I was ready to beg if I had to. I needed it more than I needed to breathe. Especially as Lucas started fucking me again, forcingmy eyes to roll in the back of my skull. He was rough in bed—bigger and just slightly rougher than Ryder—and it was amazing.
Right as I was beginning to beg again, just as my hips started lifting to meet Lucas’s thrusts, ready to come regardless of my Marine’s answer, Ryder pulled my hair and forced me to look up at him.
“How badly do you want it, baby?”
“So bad. I need it so bad, Ryder. Please.”
“Mmm, that’s my good girl,” he said to me before turning back to Lucas. “Go on. Breed our fucking girl. Fill her up. Give us a baby. I’ll rub her clit so she can fucking milk it out of you.”
“Fuck yes!” I screamed.
“Oh my God,” Lucas and I both moaned simultaneously.
Ryder did exactly as he promised, moving his hand down and rubbing my clit in furious circles as Lucas pounded into me harder than before. His dog tag dangled in front of my face, swinging lightly with each thrust he delivered. I could do absolutely nothing but take the abuse from both of them and moan over and over again.
And I loved it.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” I moaned as I felt my orgasm coming back, hard and fast. They both were moaning right along with me. My body was overstimulated to new heights—more so than I even thought was possible, and I felt like a bowstring ready to snap.
“C’mon, Mamas,” Lucas groaned. “I’m right fucking there. Give it to me. Be a good girl and milk this fucking dick.”
His words, once again, sent me over the edge and I could do absolutely nothing but scream as my orgasm ricocheted through me. Between Ryder’s hand on my clit and Lucas’s cock stretching me more than I had ever been stretched in my life, I felt fireworks crawling over my skin. My toes curled from the strength of it.
I felt more alive than I ever had in my entire life.
My orgasm did exactly what we wanted, too, as Lucas began to shudder and grunt louder. He was just as vocal as both Ryder and myself, groaning and babbling nonsense as he fell over the edge.
Finally, with one last stroke, he stilled, and Ryder moaned as he watched Lucas’ dick pulse right inside of me, filling me with all of his cum. I looked down, too, eager to watch myself take it all.
I wanted to make them proud.
After a few more moments of us all panting, moaning, and Lucas’ dick twitching—he all but collapsed on the both of us, with his six-foot-plus frame and weight nearly smothering me.
The weight of him on top of me, paired with the warmth of Ryder behind me, was even more fulfilling than any sex they could both offer me. My stiletto nails clawed at his back as I took the crushing weight against me.