Page 165 of Married to the Devil

Stoneheart moans before sighing and lifting me high enough for him to fall free. I make a sound of disagreement, wanting to be filled again.

“Slow, firefly, let him forge his way inside you before you add more to it. We don’t want to break you,” Stoneheart says, playing softly with my overly sensitive nipples.

“Okay,” I pant. “But please hurry.”

Ben shakes his head, his face soft. “Relax, love. We can be patient.”

I want to squirm when he comes up behind me and kisses my neck. There’s something wild in me that doesn’t want to take it slow, but when my lovers make demands, there’s a joy in following them.

The slick head of Ben’s cock slides against my asshole, and I focus on the sensation, on relaxing to let him in. With a breath and a slight burn, the tip of his cock penetrates me.

Ben groans. “That’s it. Fuck, you feel so hot here.”

My skin flashes icy and hot, but I keep breathing. He doesn’t push forward yet, letting me adjust to him there.

It doesn’t take long until other sensations return to the forefront. Ben’s panting breath against my neck, the pulse of Stoneheart’s length against my messy pussy. The way they bothlightly touch my skin, letting the harsher sensations in my body settle.

When Stoneheart starts circling his thumb around my clit, I moan and press back onto Ben, needing more. We both moan as I take more of him inside me. The burn fades, and all that’s left is the stretch and need kindling in my belly.

“You’re taking him so well,” Stoneheart purrs.

“Gods, Stella, I could die like this,” Ben says as he moves in and out with soft thrusts.

“No dying yet. Our firefly wants more still.” We lock gazes as Stoneheart taunts me, the tip of his cock pressing against the opening of my pussy.

Everything takes on a needy haze, and I nod. The idea of both of them inside me already starting a wildfire that I can’t put out.

Ben adjusts behind me and suddenly Stoneheart is inside me with an aching slide.

I choke. “Holy fuck!”

My two men curse.

“So tight,” Ben groans, his voice full of marvel. “I can feel you through her.”

“Stella?” Stoneheart checks in. “Breathe for me.”

I inhale raggedly, not realizing I’d stopped taking in oxygen.

“Feels good, gods yes,” I ramble. I can’t possibly be responsible for something like sounding coherent while being split open.

Everything feels so loud. The bond that vibrates between us brightens as our bodies pulse in time.

It’s too much, but not enough.

“Please, more,” I beg.

Stoneheart growls as his cock tunnels deeper. Ben holds still until the gargoyle is as deep as he can get without sinking his knot inside me.

He was right. There would have been no room for Ben with the knot.

Ben makes a deep sound and begins to move as if he can’t help the soft rock of his hips.

“Yes,” I breathe as waves of sensation flow through me. Stoneheart’s hips move counter to Ben’s, and I lose track of what I say or the sounds from the back of my throat as they remake me together.

I’m nothing but sensations and emotions. Bright light mixes with dark impulses. Jealousy, frustration, and coldness have been conquered. Every path we tread to get here is worth it. To be one.

When the world explodes, it does so in a shower of sparks and a crashing wave of pleasure. Ever-expanding love and magic define us.

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