Page 79 of Power's Fall

“Wait for me,” Vadisk insisted.

Fuck. Montana drew in an unsteady breath, every molecule in his body demanding he give in to his baser needs, and screw everything else. Fortunately, his brain engaged a second later, and somehow, he found the strength to hold still. Barely.

“Vadisk,” Montana said through gritted teeth.

Vadisk’s large hand closed around Montana’s ass cheek, the tight grip almost painful. “You will wait for me.”

Montana’s gaze landed on Dahlia, and he took the slightest bit of comfort from the knowledge that she looked just as hungry, just as wild.

“Hurry, Vadisk.” Dahlia was just as good as their husband at making her wishes known.

“Some things can’t be rushed.”

Montana was about to argue that point viciously, but his words dried up when he felt Vadisk’s lubed finger circle his anus.

“Shit,” he cursed quietly. It had been too long since…

The ability to think fell away when Vadisk pushed a finger into his ass. It was fucking bliss.

True to his word, Vadisk took his time, stretching Montana’s ass, adding more lube and more fingers in a methodical way. Montana felt like two different men throughout. Part of him grateful for his husband’s care. The other part a snarling beast rattling at the bars of his cage in search of release.

Dahlia wasn’t helping matters. The fact she’d already had an orgasm seemed to have taken the edge off, so much so that she was able to focus her attention on him. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was paying him back for the prolonged orgasms, determined to make him do a little begging of his own.

While Vadisk worked his ass, Dahlia had turned her attention to his balls, reaching down to cup and play with them, toying in a way that had his eyes rolling back in his head.

“Too much more of that,” he warned her, “and this ends way sooner than any of us wants.”

Dahlia giggled softly, showing him mercy. Or so he thought. Until she began to slowly stroke her clit. Unlike him, she took her time. Because she was intimately familiar with the equipment, she had an inside track, managing to stroke herself in a way that had her Kegels contracting against his throbbing dick.

Fuck. This wasn’t mercy. It was torture.

The sweetest torture he’d ever endured.

Finally, after a lifetime, he felt the head of Vadisk’s thick cock prodding against his ass. Vadisk gripped his cheeks, tugging them apart as he slowly, steadily, relentlessly pushed through the tight muscles until he was buried to the hilt.

It wasn’t until Montana exhaled that he realized he’d forgotten to breathe completely.

Looking down at Dahlia, he saw her gaze shift to Vadisk.

“Ready?” she asked their husband.

He didn’t reply with words, rather with action. Withdrawing until just the head of his cock remained lodged inside, Vadisk returned with a hard thrust that shoved Montana forward, deep into Dahlia’s body.

She gasped, then moaned. “More.”

After that, the reins were dropped and all three of them gave up any semblance of control, succumbing to their hunger like wild animals.

Montana was inundated by too many sensations, so many that they muted every single thought in his head. His jaw clenched when he realized he couldn’t stop this runaway train. The pulsating pleasure found inside Dahlia’s pussy, the pinch of pain as Vadisk’s dick speared into him, the climbing heat surrounding him were all too much.

“Too. Much,” he said, repeating Dahlia’s words, aware, despite what they sounded like, they weren’t a complaint. Simply a statement of fact.

This was all too much, and even as he said that, he knew he would want this again, over and over. He’d taken his first hit and now he was an addict.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he came, jet after jet of come filling Dahlia, who—thank God—followed him down. He always made sure his female lovers came first, but damn if he hadn’t failed this time.

The last vestiges of Montana’s climax had just faded when Vadisk erupted, hot spurts of come splashing inside his ass.

“Goddamn,” Vadisk groaned, his fingers gripping Montana’s hips tightly. “Jesus.”

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