Flawless Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #2)(40)

Clint rose up next to her head on his knees and ran his cock over her face, momentarily distracting Dalton yet again. fu-ck, she looked seriously hot with a cock in her mouth. Her lush lips spread, and her tiny pink tongue darted out to capture the pre-cum that was on the head.

After a few thrusts to stretch her lips, Clint was able to slide into her mouth and from his angle, Dalton could see the lump that expanded the top part of her throat proving how deep she held him. It was all he could do not to come all over the sleeping bag, as he rose to his knees, and sheathed his cock in a condom.

“I can’t wait, kitten. I need to be inside of you.”

Clint slid back, giving Zoey some room to breathe as Dalton pushed the fat head of his cock into her snug opening. It took multiple thrusts before his balls were slapping her ass, but the sensation brought stars to his eyes. With his cock securely buried in the tightest pu-ssy he had ever experienced, and his vision filled with his woman’s mouth full of dick, he fu-cked her.

Every ounce of the emotions he had been battling and trying to contain swamped him, and poured into his actions. Zoey’s hands held onto Clint’s cock now, and her ankles rested on Dalton’s shoulders. She was sexier than any porn star Dalton had ever seen, with her skin covered in a sheen of sweat and her breasts bouncing. He couldn’t hold back any longer when she began spasming around his dick. He heard her choke just before Clint pulled his cock from her mouth and came all over her beautiful breasts, and then his vision grayed as cum shot from his balls and poured out of his dick into the condom.



*****



Zoey’s brain was spinning and she was fighting to fill her lungs. Dalton laid slumped half on and half off her with his now slightly softer cock still buried balls deep inside of her. Clint rested on his haunches looking as though he had just been through twelve rounds with a professional boxer. Zoey could relate to that. Her body sizzled as waves of bliss washed over her from head to toe, and her own cream dripped out of her.

So this was what being with two men was like. It was better than good, it was fan-fu-cking-tastic. In fact, as soon as she caught her breath, she wanted to give Clint a chance to match his big brother, or at least give him the ride of his life.

“Are you alright, pretty lady?” Dalton asked, reaching his hand out to brush her hair away from her face. “We weren’t exactly gentle.”

She gave him a half smile, “And I greatly appreciate that. I won’t break. I’m not a china doll.”

“Thank God,” Clint murmured before pressing a sweet kiss to her mouth. “I never did like slow and sweet. If I’m going for a ride, I want it to be hard, fast, and steal my breath.”

Zoey felt her smile widen as he used his discarded t-shirt to clean off her breasts. “I’m glad you feel that way, cowboy because as soon as you’ve recovered, I plan on saddling up.”

Clint’s eyes went wide, and then he barked out a loud laugh. “You. Are. fu-cking. Perfect.” When he kissed her this time it wasn’t sweet, it was soul stealing. His tongue lashed at hers, and his teeth nipped her lips. The fire that had heated her blood slowly grew again, and she reached out to pinch his nipple in retaliation.

Dalton moved off her, allowing her to roll over onto her knees, and she shoved at Clint’s shoulders. “Lay down, Hollywood.”

“Bossy woman. You think you can handle me?” Clint threw back as he did what she instructed.

“I can handle you, and your brother.” Zoey picked up a condom from where they had been dropped, and she covered Clint’s growing erection with minimal fumbling. If it weren’t for the remaining stickiness on her breasts, she might have wondered if he had really orgasmed just moments before. In fact, Dalton was now stroking his semi-hard cock and he would be ready to go again in another moment. Pleased with the stamina both brothers had, she quickly pressed her wet slit down over Clint’s cock, bracing herself with her hands on the center of his chest, and wiggling until he filled her completely.

“Yeah, baby, take it all. Now fu-ck me.” Clint’s dirty talk did wicked things to Zoey’s brain and body, and she began an easy rocking motion that allowed her to grind her clit on his pubic bone while beckoning for Dalton to come closer.

She hadn’t given all that many blow jobs in her life, and she had never once enjoyed one, but something about the awe and adoration on their faces made her chest puff up with pride. Knowing both men enjoyed what she did, helped make it more enjoyable for her, and she relaxed her jaw allowing Dalton to slide in past her tonsils. As with Clint, it took a couple of tries, and it was slightly more awkward while trying to maintain a steady thrusting movement, but she managed to get into a rhythm.

When the first ripples of orgasm started and her motions faltered, they took over. Dalton’s hand went to her head, holding her in place while he fu-cked into her mouth. His thrusts were shorter so she wasn’t trying to focus on deep throating, and she was able to focus on the sensations in her body. Clint gripped her hips and began thrusting up to meet her, ensuring that she still got the hard contact on her clit she needed in order to fall over the cliff of climax.

She screamed around Dalton’s cock, feeling her own saliva and his semen running off her lips. Trying not to think about how it looked, she focused in on the two brothers nearly simultaneous groans of completion. If this was what a ménage was like, then she could understand why Rachel walked around with such a contented cat smile on her face all the time.