Page 58 of Consume Me

“They will be soon,” Nick chuckled, gliding his fingers from inside me.

I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath to prepare for his burning invasion.But when he sank his teeth into the cheek of my ass, I threw my head back and screamed.

“Now she’s ready,” Nick announced, pressing the tip of his cock against my ass.“Relax and let me in, little one.We’re ready to take you to paradise.”

He steadily pressed his bulbous crest through my rigid rim.After having them claim my ass numerous times over the past few days, my body knew how to respond.And as the exquisite burn coalesced into spine-bending pressure, a low moan rolled off my tongue.

Peering up at me, Dylan plucked, pinched, and rolled my nipples between his fingers and thumbs.“You are so fucking perfect, it’s like you were made for us, kitten.”

Brimming with joy, my heart swelled.

As Nick retreated and Dylan surged—over and again—I tossed my head back and basked in their savage indulgence.Like a summer storm, demand churned with each deliberate scrape Dylan dragged over my G-spot, and lighting splintered as Nick scraped the sensitized nerve endings of my narrow rim.

Lost and sailing in the pristine depths of ecstasy, I held nothing back.Grinding and moaning against their driving shafts, I welcomed the savage hunger they commanded.

Raw.

Open.

Exposed.

They claimed pieces of me that had never been touched before.

Though they bound my body to theirs, they’d set me free.

I could never go back to what I’d been before.

There was nothing of my former self left.

They’d redefined me beneath their masterful hands.

Like a Phoenix rising from the ashes, a new woman had been born.

Bold.

Proud.

Secure.

Willing, ready, and able to surrender it all to their fierce demands.

The power was indeedmine, but it was hollow… inconsequential without their dominant devotion.

Their passion.

Their strength.

Their love.

And I was safe.

Protected.

Treasured.

The savage heat pooling in my womb expanded through my limbs.Dylan’s chest was glazed in our combined sweat.His dusky indigo eyes sparkled with desire, incongruent to the fierce grimace of restraint curling his lips.The magnitude of his struggle to stave off release was etched on his face.

As the mounting force of demand squeezed in all around me, my keening cries, mixed with panic and need, tore from my throat.In a mantra of pleas, I implored their permission to let the monstrous orgasm they’d created obliterate me.

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