Page 303 of Heart of Frost and Scars

“Me.” I climb onto the bed, my dick throbbing and ready.

Frankie moves to the side as I lie on my back and gesture her over.

“Sit on my dick, woman.” I grip it, angling it skyward. “Give me that ass.”

Monty lubes up her hand, and she smears it over me and between her legs. Then she moves into position, facing my feet, and slowly lowers onto my cock, fitting me smoothly, wondrously into her ass.

She takes it in every hole, every day. Her body knows us, welcomes us, without hesitation or resistance.

My experience with anal sex before Frankie was traumatic and devastating. But I’ve talked through it in my sessions with Dr. Thurber and many late nights with Monty on this very boat while anchored in the Sitka Sound, drinking and stargazing.

Leo talks about his shit with Monty, too. Monty isn’t just a problem solver. He’s a damn good listener.

“How are you doing?” With my hands on her hips, I thrust in slow, measured strokes, letting her adjust to my size. “Ready for more?”

“If more means all of you…” She widens her legs, panting. “I was born ready.”

“That’s our girl.” Monty nudges my thighs together and straddles them. Running his hands down her body, he brushes his fingers against mine and moves my grip to her tits. “You’re ours, Mrs. Strakh. We’re going to make you feel every bit of our love.”

I hold still as his dick nudges against the base of mine. I don’t know which hole he intends to fill until I feel him sliding in beside me.

“Holy fuck.” I groan, shaking with the effort to remain motionless, not to let loose and start pounding. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Monty moans, a dark, guttural sound that vibrates through me. He takes his sweet-ass time pushing in, tormenting her and me with his goddamn control. He caresses her body, makes love to her mouth, and edges us both to the cusp of orgasm over and over.

“Fuck, Monty.” She gives me her weight, lying back on my chest. “I need you to move, thrust, do something!”

He just laughs as his fingers work their magic on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

When he finally bottoms out, sinking to the hilt, he finds my eyes over her shoulder.

Then we move.

Nothing compares to the sensation of his cock stroking alongside mine in her ass. The tightness, the ungodly friction, the intimacy…the pleasure overwhelms my senses, tightening my balls and spreading heat down my spine.

“I’m trying really fucking hard here not to blow my load.” I cup her breasts and bury my teeth in her neck, clamping down.

“Don’t you dare.” Monty pauses, clenching his legs around mine. “Leo, let’s go.”

“Holy shit.” Frankie gasps. “You guys are really doing this?”

Leo stands on the bed, stroking his dick a mile a minute. I’m surprised he hasn’t come again.

He steps over us, climbing on between Monty and Frankie. Gripping the backs of her calves, he guides her feet toward her shoulders.

I wrap my hands around her ankles, holding her in the bent position.

“You okay?” Leo ducks his head, kissing her deeply.

When he leans back, she nods rapidly, eagerly.

Crouched over her with his ass pressed against Monty’s abdomen, he angles himself at the opening of her cunt.

Then he impales her in one swift stroke, joining the four of us together.

Our groans echo through the room, a resounding chorus of shared pleasure.

Frankie and I face Leo and Monty. Three cocks. Two holes. She’s officially stuffed.

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