Play With Me(46)

Before she could process the sensations Chase created, Murphy was behind her, prodding her backside with the head of his cock. He didn’t warn her or give her time to consider what was about to happen. He pressed inside in one dark, merciless slide, opening her wide for his full length.

Fuck. She’d never been so full and stretched in her life. An intense myriad of sensations overwhelmed her. Her whimpers went unheeded, and every attempt to move was stopped by the grip both Chase and Murphy had on her.

A slight twinge of fear stole over her but was quickly forgotten the minute they began to move. One in, the other out, over and over again. The rhythm they worked her with played out like a beautiful instrument strung for her pleasure alone.

The heat from the friction they created threatened to burn her alive. Never before had she dreamed sex could be this delicious—this hedonistic.

“Jesus, Eve. So tight,” Murphy exclaimed.

“Not to mention I can feel the head of your dick rubbing over me every time you move in her.”

The muscles strained in Chase’s neck. Evidence of how hard he worked to maintain control. “Come whenever you want, sweetheart, ’cause I doubt either one of us is going to last.”

That one little word was all it took. Chase said come and Eve did. Bright lights flashed in her mind. A shining star exploding before her, rocking her world. Chase bit a nipple when she screamed, ensuring her flight didn’t land. With both men riding her hard, she couldn’t move. Bound and filled, she had no choice but to feel the ecstasy and enjoy the bliss.

On a fast thrust that touched every single nerve ending he could find, Murphy exclaimed, “You’re mine.”

“Mine too.” Chase repeated the sentiment on a powerful push of his own.

The final missing piece of Eve locked into place. If someone had told her she’d fall in love with two dominating men who would show her that she was meant for submission, she’d have laughed in their face. Yet, here she was, completely and hopelessly in love. She stared into Chase’s eyes, knowing he saw to her deepest, darkest soul, and climaxed again. This one solely for them in an ultimate display of surrender.

Her muscles clasped her masters and dragged them along for the ride. They gasped, groaned, and swore at her for stealing their control. They’d make her pay for that later, but for the moment all she felt was peace. The sweet calm after a long and rocky storm. The one thing she’d craved most and been unable to attain on her own. The path to which had been hidden in her desperate denial of submission.

She was finally home.

As the intensity of their lovemaking faded, she uttered the three final words: “I love you.”

The End