Page 70 of Shared By the Mountain Men

“You think you can handle what we did?” he crooned down at me.

“I’m not sure she can,” Noah insisted playfully.

“I’m asking her.”

I bit my lip and slowly nodded. “I’ll tell you if I can’t.”

Ash’s eyes darted down between my legs, and the muscles in his hawkish face strained as he thrust forward. I took the first half of him without trouble, but then the pressure became intense. Right on the edge of what was painful. I took immense satisfaction in the ecstasy displayed in his widening eyes, almost as much as I did from being filled.

And then he was all the way inside of me. Every ounce of him filling my interior walls, more than I had ever taken before. He seemed to know to stop there, to let me savor the size of him before we went any further. I breathed heavily while he began to sweat from concentration.

“You took it well,” Noah said next to me. He had his own cock out and was stroking gently, admiring the sight of me filled to the brim with another man’s hard length. He was a Greek god of muscle, chiseled by an artist. It was unacceptable that he was over there instead of here, with me.

“What were you doing while this happened?” I gritted out. God, Ash was sobig.

“Do it,” Ash commanded. “You remember. I know you do.”

Noah kissed me roughly, then climbed on the couch in front of me, one leg on either side of my legs. Then he leaned forward and shoved his cock into my mouth. I tilted my head back to take him from a better angle, and began sucking him off eagerly while Ash held my legs up, arms spread like an angel. A beautiful, tattooed angel.

“Sweet Christ, your mouth feels amazing.”

“Her pussy feels even better,” Ash said, biting his lip. He still remained completely inside of me, but was now rolling his hips in a circle.

“I’ll get my turn,” Noah grinned while his eyes raked over my body. “If we do what we did last time.”

“She says she can handle it.”

“I can—ohh.”

I surrendered to the sensations overwhelming me as Ash finally began to move. It didn’t hurt anymore—I was wetter than I had ever been, which had done a good job of coating him. I moaned around Noah’s prick while Ash paced himself, in and out with a wonderful, steady ache.

“Melissa,” Ash moaned. “You’re. So. Damn. Tight.”

I gasped and looked up at him. “It’s not me who’s tight. It’s you who is enormous!”

“She’s not wrong,” Noah said.

Now that I had a free hand, I touched my swollen clit. The almost-orgasm from before came back, right where I’d left off. I was already on the edge, so close to the sweet release…

But Noah grabbed both of my wrists, then pinned them to the top of the couch and began fucking my mouth more hungrily. “Not yet. You have to wait.”

I let out a moan that was part pleasure, part frustration. But the latter enhanced the former. I was in their control, totally at their mercy, which was freeing—even though I was theirs to play with tonight.

All the nerve endings in my sex were on fire with ecstasy; every stroke, despite being slow, was a sunrise of intense pleasure. I had never had a vaginal orgasm before; I always needed my clit played with. But I was pretty sure that was going to change tonight.

Noah continued pinning my arms back while he fucked my mouth faster. I tightened my lips around his shaft, trying to emulate how tight my pussy was for Ash. From the sounds coming out of his mouth I was doing a good job.

“Your mouth feels so good,” Noah sighed. “You’re a good little slut.”

“Mmm hmm,” was all I could say.

“Good girl,” Ash purred. “You take two cocks well.”

“She does,” Noah agreed. “But I still don’t know if she can handleeverything.”

I kind of liked how they were speaking about me like I wasn’t there. I was their sex toy to play with—I didn’t have a say in things. But as soon as Noah allowed me a moment to breathe, I couldn’t help but say, “I know I can handle it.”

“You don’t even know what it is,” Noah said, cock sliding along my cheek.

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