Impact (Suncoast Society #32)(33)

He’d admit it. He was greedy. He loved having both of them there, loving him and each other, four hands and two mouths to double the pleasure they brought him, and each other.

No way would he apologize, ever, for how things worked out in the end. He would always carry regrets about the way it had to happen, that Cris had left her, but that was years behind them now. Cris had not only proven himself to Tilly, but to her friends, overcoming their initial hatred of him at Tilly’s behest.

He knew Cris was kissing the nape of her neck and along her shoulders as he kept her wrists pinned behind her. She loved losing control to them, being helpless and restrained as they relentlessly pleasured her.

Landry reached up, grabbed her hair, and guided her down onto her knees. Behind her, Cris followed, still restraining her.

Cradling her head in his hands, Landry pulled her delicious mouth onto his cock. She eagerly sucked, her soft, happy moans a tantalizing vibration all the way through to his balls.

“That’s our good girl. You’ll get me nice and hard, and then get Sir’s cock nice and hard, and then we’ll fill you with those two cocks and f*ck all the stress out of you.”

She whimpered but her mouth worked harder, faster, sucking more.

Before she accidentally made him come, he pulled her off his cock and motioned for Cris to move. Cris stood again, and they turned her around on her knees, Landry now in control of her wrists as Cris grabbed her head and slowly f*cked her mouth.

“Such a beautiful girl you are,” Landry whispered in her ear. “My beautiful, cherished girl.”

One thing that was theirs alone, and he never did with her in front of Cris, was the comforting Daddy/girl dynamic she sometimes needed. Something he’d accidentally stumbled upon in their early days together, and something and he never abused or pressed. When they were alone, and she needed it, she always let him know. Either by asking for it, or by her actions.

That was another reason he was fine with Cris and Tilly having certain things that were theirs alone. Just like he and Cris had a few things reserved for their alone time.

Mostly because Landry worried how Tilly might view them if she was privy to those times, when he would pull Cris viciously fast and deep into subspace in what might appear to someone who didn’t know better to be a brutally cruel and cold-hearted way. To use him, hard, mercilessly, leaving Cris happily spent and sated afterward.

In a way that would make their cuckolding of Cris on their wedding night look like a fluffy basket of kittens bathed in unicorn farts by comparison.

And he already knew how Tilly felt about that night, that it was something she didn’t want to repeat, especially now that she and Cris had mended fences.

Cris finally pulled his cock from her mouth, having to hold her off to keep her from going after him again. Working together, they got her standing and up onto the bed. Landry stretched out on his back and pointed at his cock.

Landry pointed. “I want you right here.”

She eagerly impaled herself on him. Once his cock was buried all the way to the root in her hot, wet *, he grabbed her hair again and forced her to remain still.

Didn’t hurt that he kissed her, too.

Cris grabbed the lube and a condom and started prepping her for a nice, hard ass f*cking.

She was trying to f*ck Landry, but he reached his free arm around her and held her in place. “Build up a nice, hard orgasm for me, love,” he whispered. “Hold onto it. I shall let you come soon enough, but for now, I want that sweet * and ass to wait until they’re full of our cocks before you come.”

She whined, still trying to grind her clit against his body, but he didn’t loosen his grip on her.

Once she and Cris had started rebuilding their relationship, Landry had set to work reinforcing her older sexual trigger cues, the same ones Landry had set in Cris during their first time together.

There was something deliciously devilish about being able to talk her into an orgasm in the middle of the grocery store.

Which he’d done twice, so far.

Each time she’d playfully called him an evil bastard after, but she hadn’t safeworded during.

Landry spread his legs, forcing hers wider apart so Cris would have more room as he moved into position behind her. Then he felt the delicious sensation of Cris’ cock breaching her ass, her loud moan as he slowly started making progress, and Landry found he was having a hard time holding back.

“Hold it, love,” Landry warned through gritted teeth. “Do not come yet.”

She was nearly mindless with need, now speaking French, too, as she begged for relief, for permission to come.

Once Cris had his cock fully buried in her ass, he pulled her body up against his, reached around her, and started playing with her clit. Landry reached up and cupped her breasts in his hands, his fingers pinching her nipples. “Come for us, love. Come hard, now.”





Tilly wasn’t even sure when Landry and she had switched to French, but the sneaky damn Dom had sent her into orbit by using the cheat codes to her clitoris. They let her start rocking, f*cking their cocks, the sweet burn of them stretching her only making the pleasure that much stronger.

“Again,” Landry barked in French. “Come for us, love.”

She moaned her way through that orgasm. No, not as strong, perhaps, as a forced orgasm session with a vibrator, but she damn sure wasn’t complaining.