Page 113 of The More the Merrier

“You’re welcome, darling.”

Dalton tapped his pinky finger around the rim of my most private hole, distracting me. If I’d still been drinking, I’d have choked.

“Hard limit, Sir. You have teased a no-entrance zone.”

“There is an immense amount of pleasure spots to be explored but you understand human anatomy. Why don’t you want me to touch you there?” He moved his finger, waiting for me to explain.

Mortified, I blew out a few breaths. They were going to make me explain while fingering me!

“There was this one male student in nursing school I had a crush on.” I feigned some semblance of calm while my pussy clenched. “We, uh practiced with each other all the time but he missed a lesson.” I shook my head. The guy I was talking about had been professional and kind, we had become friends somewhere along the way yet I hadn’t anticipated my reaction.

“Come on, prancer. I have a feeling I know where your story is going.”

Dalton wanted me to spell it out in detail, a thought that brought even more arousal to my body. I wanted an orgasm and warm blankets. Sharing past stories about things that turned me on was not on my agenda. Trying to remember details while two of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on had their fingers inside my slick pussy was impossible. “Hot nurse-to-be stuck his gloved finger up my butt and I moaned. I don’t know if it was the way he handled me or something else.”

Grant did his best not to laugh. “You’re so cute, Kendall.” He slid his fingers deeper, and my head fell forward.

“Mm. I couldn’t stop playing it in my head on repeat for weeks.”Ugh. They would not let my comment slide. I hadn’t engaged in solo play much over the years out of shame. A few of my past boyfriends didn’t indulge me at all. Their mocking tones played on repeat in my head and I did my best to quiet the memories.

“We could act out that fantasy for you tonight,” Dalton suggested.

“Absolutely not.”

“Sounds like you’re protesting a bit too much, darling.” Grant and Dalton withdrew their fingers from my heat at the same time. I whimpered pitifully, aroused and thinking they would leave me in such a state.

“My ex-boyfriends didn’t really care about what turned me on,” I finally admitted. “I’m embarrassed about telling you. Please go back to what you were doing?”

“Hm.” Grant stroked his beard. “I think you should get exactly what you’ve been wanting. I picked up a brand new toy, one you might like.” He carefully positioned me so I was sitting on Dalton’s lap, facing him. “Be right back.”

I pouted. “But I was so close.”

“Mmhm.” Dalton wasn’t moved by my lack of an orgasm.

“Sir.” I stuck my bottom lip out further. He bit it and I moaned into his mouth, writhing against his thighs. Dalton kissed me, sucking on my lip. “Didn’t you promise me something better to suck on?”

“I did, but I’m quite enjoying taking care of you right now.” Dalton pressed his forehead to mine. “Besides, there will be plenty of time to do other things later.”

Grant returned at the tail end of our back and forth. Anticipation caused zings of pleasure to ping through me. I turned my head, but Dalton grabbed my chin and forced my eyes to his.

“Do you trust us, prancer?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Then relax, sweet girl. You’ll get your release soon.” Grant was at my back. He leaned over me and pressed a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Get up on your knees, but keep straddling Dalton.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I obeyed but tensed when Grant’s finger slid into my asshole, lubing it as he twisted. Something hard pressed to the entrance of my most private hole.

“Easy, darling. It will feel better if you don’t clench.”

I did my best, but the object was hard and thick. Grant eased it inside of me a little at a time allowing my body to accommodate the toy. As soon as it reached its hilt, the glass stroked a nerve deep inside of me. Before I could tell him how much I liked it, he plunged two fingers into my pussy, and I came hard screaming their names. Dalton kissed me, quieting my screams of pleasure. He bounced me on his lap, the toy rocking nerves I didn’t know I had. I fought like a wildcat, my hands wanting to grab something to hold. Grant draped his arms in front of me, lacing his fingers in mine. Frantic waves of bliss poured through my body at dizzying speeds. I lost count at how many orgasms I reached as they kept me in between them.

“Daddy,” I begged, finding my voice.

“Yes, darling?” Dalton stroked his knuckle along my cheek.

“Too much,” I squeaked. “Overstimulated,” I croaked out before crashing against Dalton’s chest.

“We’ve got you, sweet girl.” Grant assured me from behind as he released his hold. “Let us take care of you.”

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