Colters' Lady (Colters' Legacy #2)(70)

With his palms, he spread her ass, opening her further to his invasion. Then he brushed his thumb over her anal opening, stopping to tease and circle the tight entrance.

“I have a definite fantasy about being deep inside your ass,” he rasped out. “You tight around my cock, trying to push me out. Tell me, Lily, do you want that? Do want me in the deepest, darkest parts of your body? Do you want that kind of ownership where you’re helpless beneath me, mine to do with as I like?”

“Son of a bitch,” Dillon muttered from the side.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I’m yours, Michael. I trust you. God, I want you.”

The couch dipped in front of her. She raised her head enough to see that Dillon was there, just inches from her, his c**k straining upward as he stroked his hand tight over his erection.

“Lift up,” Dillon commanded. “I want your mouth around my dick while he f**ks your ass.”

She closed her eyes, trembling with the force of the images bombarding her senses.

But she did as he said, pushing herself upward as he moved so that his c**k was just below her mouth.

Seth returned, and she heard the squeezing sound of the lubricant and then felt the cool, slick rub over the seam of her ass. Michael gently inserted one finger, smoothing more of the gel inside her opening.

He went back and forth, easing his way in, adding more.

Seth paused beside her to run his hand up the curve of her spine and then to her nape where he gently massaged just as Dillon guided her head down over his cock.

Seth stepped back, and Dillon and Michael took over.

Dillon grasped the base of his c**k and guided himself deeper, his hand replacing Seth’s at her nape as he pushed gently.

Michael withdrew from her pu**y and then fitted his c**k to her ass, giving an experimental push.

She gasped and her body instinctively tightened, rejecting his invasion.

Michael groaned but held her firm, preventing her from pulling away. He pushed, persisting in his advance. She stretched to the point of pain and for a moment, Dillon eased from her mouth, allowing her to breathe easier as Michael forged relentlessly forward.

“Almost there,” Michael ground out. “Don’t move, baby. Let me do the work. It won’t be so uncomfortable when I get inside you.”

She closed her eyes, awash in the conflicting sensations. Discomfort. A little pain. Burning. And edgy, dark excitement that flushed through her body. She trembled, her arms shaking as she tried to brace herself.

“Lay your head on my lap,” Dillon said softly. “Relax. I’ve got you. Put your arms down and let us take care of you.”

She leaned down, pressing her cheek to his firm thigh, and curled her arms beneath her.

Michael continued to inch forward, and she was stretched so tight around him, she wasn’t sure how he’d accomplish his goal. She was about to tell him no, that she couldn’t take anymore, when he powered through and her body caved in around him.

She cried out, part in shock and part in relief as the burning lessened. Dillon stroked her cheek, petting and offering her reassurance and comfort.

“You’re so f**king tight,” Michael groaned. “God, Lily, you can’t imagine how good you feel.”

He pushed in further until she felt his balls come to rest against her pu**y. Then Dillon lifted her head and fitted his c**k to her mouth once more.

“I’ve got you,” Dillon said again. “I’ve got you. Just relax.”

He slipped inside her mouth, both hands supporting her head as he thrust upward, lodging himself as deeply as Michael was.

Then Michael withdrew, and she rippled over his cock, her anus tugging at him. The two men began a gentle rhythm, thrusting, withdrawing. Michael gripped her behind, spreading her, clutching and opening her wider as he pushed back inside her.

Gradually, as her body became more accustomed to the dual invasion, she twisted restlessly, fidgeting as edgy arousal sizzled over her, awakening her to new pleasures.

As if sensing her readiness, Dillon and Michael began moving harder, their thrusts deeper and more forceful. Dillon’s hand tangled in her hair, gripping the tresses as his other hand circled her neck, holding her in place as he f**ked her mouth.

Michael’s fingers dug into her ass, and he began pumping hard and deep against her body. Then he withdrew, holding himself just inside her body before powering forward in one forceful lunge that had her crying out around Dillon’s erection.

She needed release. She needed to come. Her body was tight and straining, her muscles so clenched and needy that she was to the point of pain.

A harsh cry tore from Michael’s throat, and he began f**king her with ruthless, deep strokes. Harder. Faster. His hips slapping against her ass over and over. He trembled against her and then strained forward, holding himself as his orgasm blew through his body.

For a long moment he rested against her as Dillon continued his deliberate f**king of her mouth. Then Michael carefully withdrew, leaving her aching and wanting.

She nearly screamed in relief when Seth moved behind her and tucked his c**k to her pu**y. She arched her ass higher, wanting and needing his possession. He slid inside and immediately began pumping his hips against her as if he was already close to his breaking point.

Hoisting herself upward, she reached down, sliding her fingers over her mound to her clit. As soon as she touched herself, she felt the explosive orgasm burst over her.