Page 88 of Prelude of Love
“Please,” I begged, my voice cracking with need. “I need to be completely full of you both to feel satisfied.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you exactly what you need. I’ll fill you up alongside Princess’s load until it gushes out of you.”
“Yes, yes, please,” I babbled, my cock leaking onto Chance’s abs as I rocked between them. “I’m so fucking close.”
Duke’s rhythm faltered, his thrusts becoming erratic as he neared his peak. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and growled as he came.
I keened at the profound fullness of both men’s cum and still-hard lengths inside me. The heat of their combined release pushed me right to the edge of my own orgasm, my body trembling with the need for only a little more stimulation to tip me over.
“Hon, please,” I whimpered, trying to rock my hips, desperate for that final push. “I’m so close.”
But instead of reaching around to finish me, he pulled out without warning. I snarled at the loss when Chance slipped out, along with the trickle of their combined release sliding out of me sent shocks of pleasure through my oversensitized body.
“What the hell?” I glared at my husband over my shoulder.
But before I could protest further, he manhandled me onto my hands and knees, positioning me to present my ass to Chance. Duke spread my cheeks wide, putting their handiwork on full display for the younger man.
“Look how our cum drips out of his greedy hole,” Duke told Chance, his voice thick with pride and arousal. “So fucking beautiful.”
My muscles clenched at his words, causing more of their mixed release to slip free. Being so exposed while their combined releases trickled from me drove me wild with need.
“Damn, Early,” Chance breathed in amazement. “You’re incredible. The way you took both of our dicks is amazing.”
“Perfect,” Duke agreed, one thumb circling my rim. “You should see yourself, Duchess. Pink and puffy and dripping with evidence of our pleasure. I couldn’t ask for a prettier sight.”
“It’s so fucking hot,” Chance added, his hand joining Duke’s to trace the path of their release down my balls, which he cupped to give a teasing squeeze. “The way you were stretched to your limits for our enjoyment.”
Their continued filthy praise of how perfectly I took them both proved too much for my overstimulated body. The combination of their words, theirgentle touches, and their mixed releases sliding down my most sensitive parts pushed me over the edge.
I came untouched with a broken cry, thick ropes of cum painting the dark sheets beneath me. The intensity of my orgasm made my voice crack, my arms giving out as I collapsed onto my forearms, ass still raised and exposed to their appreciative gazes.
“Holy shit,” I gasped between ragged breaths, too turned on to care about the mess I’d made. Laundry was a problem for tomorrow’s Early.
I lay sprawled on the bed, utterly spent and gasping for breath after the most intense orgasm of my life. My body trembled with aftershocks, my mind floating in a blissful haze.
Duke’s large hand smoothed over my lower back, his touch grounding me. “Perfect, stay like that, Duchess.” He ran his fingers through the release I’d left on the sheets. “You’re not done yet.”
Before I could process what he meant, he pressed against my sensitive, stretched hole. I moaned as he pushed three fingers inside to mix my cum with theirs, the intrusion both painful and exquisite. My body clenched around him, drawing a hiss from my lips.
“Chance, help me fill him up,” Duke instructed. “Let’s show him how good we can make him feel.”
He obeyed without question, reaching down to gather more from the sheets. “Like this?”
“Perfect. Go nice and slow. He’s sensitive.”
I buried my face in the pillow as Chance’s fingersjoined Duke’s, working their way inside my already full entrance. The stretch burned with pleasure, making me tremble. They pushed my release deeper, mixing it with theirs to unite the three of us as one.
“Oh, god.” The pillow muffled my whimpers. My thighs quivered with the effort to stay upright as they worked me open again, spreading their fingers to stretch me to my limits.
“Look at how you take us so perfectly,” Chance praised as he continued fingering me.
Duke’s voice dropped lower, taking on that gravelly quality that always made my toes curl. “Look how hungry your hole is for us, Duchess. Swallowing our fingers like you did our cocks. Can you feel how deep we are inside you?”
“Yes,” I groaned, writhing between them, overwhelmed by the intimate invasion. Every small movement was somehow too much and not enough. “Please, I need more.”
They worked in perfect sync, their movements mirroring how they’d taken me earlier, with Duke commanding and purposeful and Chance eager and attentive.
To my delight, my cock stirred again, filling with renewed interest, thanks to my insatiable sexual appetite that was undeterred by the marathon session we’d already had.
