Page 51 of Branson's Promise

“Roll over,” Milo started, “Branson's going to get you ready and then I want you on your back so you can watch our beautiful boyfriend fuck you.”

Milo looked to Branson then, giving him directions, taking control the way I knew he liked. Branson wasn't one for being in charge, but he followed orders beautifully, content to listen and act out every word spilling from Milo's lips.

Once I’d rolled onto my front, my knees tucked under me, the bed moved as Branson positioned himself behind me, his hands tenderly kneading the globes of my ass. “That's it, gorgeous. Now get that ass nice and wet for us,” Milo instructed and Branson shifted, pulling my cheeks apart, and breathing against my sensitive hole.

Heat simmered along my skin at the action, at Milo's words, and at the predatory gaze I’d seen in his eyes. The anticipation had reached a crescendo, practically vibrating through me. I was about to beg, to plead for something, anything but had barely opened my mouth when Branson’s warm, velvety tongue found my puckered entrance. My eyes rolled and I groaned, burying my face into the sheets. They smelled like a heady mixture of all of us - sweat, pepper, mint, citrus and something sweet that was all Branson.

“That's it Bran, keep going.” Milo's voice was smooth as honey as he directed Branson, who feasted on me like I was dessert. Licking and biting and thrusting his tongue into my hole, he growled as he devoured me, his hands gripping my cheeks in a bruising hold. He spat against my hole then licked over it, before pressing in again.

Pleasure, light and feathery, built at the base of my spine and I relaxed into the sensation. “Fuck, you taste so good. Sweet and salty, like a fucking treat,” Branson moaned.

Feeling the bed dip again, I presumed Milo had taken up a position next to him. I knew I was right when he ran a finger along my softened hole. “Hmmm, nice and sloppy, just the way I like it. Good boy.”

A moment later, cold liquid dribbled down my crease and then eager fingers were there, prodding at my softened entrance. “Stretch him, let him feel you.” Another direction from Milo and a low rumble in response from Branson.

I turned my head to the side, my cheek pressing to the soft sheets as Branson pushed a finger into me, breaching the tight ring of muscle. The feeling of his slim finger in my channel had my body buzzing, racing to a peak that was still too far from reach.

“More, give me more, kitten. Your finger feels so good. Give me more, I want to feel full.” Aware that I was starting to ramble, a habit I had when aroused, I bit my bottom lip hard enough to hit me with a bolt of pain.

“Uh uh,” Milo admonished, “You don’t get to call the shots tonight, I'm in charge. Branson will give you as much as I tell him to.” The grin that twitched at my lips was unstoppable, amused at the bossiness in his tone.

“Give him more,” Milo said and though it was always a struggle for me to give up control, to let someone else lead, as Branson pressed in a second and then a third finger, brushing against that sweet spot as he went in knuckle deep, I surrendered, turning pliant in his hands.

Vaguely aware of the sound of grunting and whimpering, a heated flush crept up my cheeks at the realisation that the noises were coming from me. “Fuck me, the sounds you make are delicious,” Milo said, moving to stand next to the bed, strokinghis impressive erection while keeping his gaze locked on the place where Branson was slowly stretching me open.

I needed more, so much more. After twisting his fingers, brushing tortuously against my prostate, Branson pulled out and tapped me on the thigh.

“He's so ready for us,” his breathy voice sounded from behind me and Milo hummed in approval.

“On your back,” Milo ordered. My body was warm, flushed all over as I spun around and landed flatly on my back, lifting my legs in invitation. He spoke to Branson then, his voice soft but no less commanding. “Fuck him. Give our boyfriend everything he needs. Everything you've got.”

A few seconds later, the blunt head of Branson's cock nudged at my entrance, and I bared down as he pushed inside with one quick jerk of his hips. My body welcomed him, relaxing as he pulled out partially then slammed back.

“You’re so tight and hot. I’m gonna fuck you hard. You can take it, can’t you, daddy?” For some reason, I’d expected Branson to take me slowly, reverently, but he didn’t, instead he leaned forward grabbed my thighs with his nails digging in and fucked me mercilessly - giving me everything he had just as Milo had directed. And holy shit, my kitten was feral, clawing at my skin as he pounded into me with hard, rough movements.

Milo moved to the top of the bed, stopping when his hips and swollen cock were in line with my face. Turning towards him, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue, licking at the hot underside before he held the back of my neck with one hand and guided himself into my mouth. As Branson fucked into me without restraint, Milo fucked my mouth with the same punishing rhythm. My head was hazy, my body trembling as these two perfect men,myperfect men used me for their pleasure. I was overwhelmed by them, lost in them and it was fan-fucking-tastic. Milo pulled back with a gasp, squeezing thebase of his dick. “As much as I’d love to watch you gulp down my cum, I’m coming in your fine ass tonight, Blue.” Swallowing thickly, I felt the ache in my throat he’d left behind.

Branson released my thighs and on instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist. His movements slowed as he tipped forward and Milo met him halfway above me, their lips coming together. His thrusts were less powerful than before but just as deep, lighting me up as he bumped against that spot inside me, sparks igniting in my blood. Milo and Branson didn’t break away, instead, they held their lips against each other, sharing a breath as Branson’s movements stuttered and he pulled out and unloaded over my lower stomach.

A breathless, sweaty mess, Branson threw himself down on the bed next to me and I turned onto my side to face him. “That was…. you were…. incredible,” he purred. We kissed gently, our tongues taking turns to explore each other’s mouths as Branson’s hands toyed with my nipple piercing, twisting and pulling at it.

The bed dipped and the heat of Milo’s body brushed against me as he slid into position behind me, the light hair on his thighs tickling as he lifted my leg and placed it over Branson's hip.

Milo's fingers traced the area between my cheeks, tenderly caressing, dipping in only a fraction before retreating. “This hole is stretched so beautifully. Just waiting for me. Hmmm,” he groaned, then pushed his cock into me.

Milo was gentler than Branson - to start anyway - slowly pushing in then pulling out, then repeating the action. “Fuck, this is nice. Your ass is perfection, squeezing me, choking my cock. You're our perfect fuck toy, aren’t you?”

The dirty talk did me in and I kissed Branson hungrily, biting and pulling on his bottom lip. “I really need to come,” I moaned into his mouth. Branson released my now throbbing nipple and slid his hand down, taking my cock into his hand, stroking andtwisting. “Just like that, yes.” As Milo increased his momentum, he pushed me so I was half lying on Branson and then he fucked me, hard. There was no doubt in my mind that I would feel this in the morning, but I’d welcome the memory. The memory of them using me, adoring me, kissing me.

Loving me.

Branson released my cock and I whimpered at the loss of his touch, but as Milo pressed me further onto him, the change in position had it rubbing against his firm stomach and the friction was just what I needed. My eyes closed as bolts of bliss twisted and fizzled to the surface. Branson took my cheeks in his hands and in a quiet voice demanded, “Look at me.” My eyes shot open, capturing his and I came with a shout, rocking my body against him to chase that final shot of release.

“Shit, you’re choking my cock so tightly. I love feeling you come on my cock.”

“Fill me up, paint me, mark me up, make me yours,” I babbled on. Milo moved inside me with a few more steady strokes before coming with my name on his lips. He pulled out, and seconds later his finger was at my hole, toying with his release. I hissed at the overstimulation and he retreated, falling to lie in an exhausted heap next to me.

Turning onto my back, I lifted my arms and pulled them both so their heads rested on my chest. Branson's hand played with the hair there while Milo lay his arm over my stomach so he could touch us both. The room was filled with the scent of sex and the sounds of our heavy breathing.

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