Page 98 of Married to the Devil

I hate orgasm denial…but love it. No one but these two would ever push me this far. It makes me want to scream but to also lay in wait for the promised prize.

“I think you’re both enjoying this too much,” I say.

I feel Ben’s smile against my skin. “For as long as I live, I’ll never forget how stunning you are right before you come.”

His words are full of gratitude but make me frown. There’s a concern dancing at the back of my mind, but it’s forgotten when his mouth engulfs my pussy again. This time, his fingers press inside my body.

There’s an ache from taking Stoneheart this morning, but that just makes the pleasure sink deeper, sharper.

I grab the fist that Stoneheart has in my hair, and my spine bows as the sudden stimulation nearly throws me off the cliff of release again.

But Ben is already pulling away, surprise on his face. My cheeks burn at the responsiveness of my body when I’m between the two of them.

“Ah,” Stoneheart says in understanding. “Best build the penetration slowly. She received a fucking earlier that’s made her sensitive.”

A sound escapes my throat, tight with embarrassment.

Instead of appearing offended that I let my husband fuck me, Ben inhales and gives one last deliberate stroke of his over my clit that causes me to tense, but it’s not enough to give me the release that I’m aching for.

“I should probably start to stretch her out with my cock then. It’s smoother than my fingers.” His voice is hoarse, but the tone is still casual, and that has my toes curling in a mixture something dark in my stomach that wants them to put me on all fours and use my body to bring theirs to completion.

Stoneheart hums in agreement. I stare at the gargoyle above me to distract me from the sound of a belt being undone, his gaze is full of a voracious satisfaction.

My body shakes when the air between my thighs warms with Ben’s presence.

“You’ll be a good pet and let him fuck you, won’t you?” Stoneheart asks, his lips curving with his tease as my body tightens.

I nod. “Yes, sir.”

The rounded head of a hot cock notches at my opening, and I don’t have the self control to keep looking away. Ben kneels between my open thighs. His eyes are black with his nature and shadows cling to him. I barely have time to admire his ruddy cock before he thrusts inside me.

The penetration is thick and smooth, and it’s a mindfuck to feel the soreness Stoneheart left inside me brush against the new sensation of the heavy stretch of Ben.

“Oh, gods,” I whisper.

Stoneheart’s chuckle is raspy. “They’re not here.”

The sound spurs our bodies to move like we’re his puppets. I moan as Ben’s next thrust hits me deeper.

The tension on my hair loosens, and Stoneheart leans away when Ben falls forward. His expression is intense andotherworldly, but his touch is familiar even as our bodies have never touched so completely before.

His kiss tastes like love and even though I know he considers it a temporary emotion for him, I’m as hungry for it as he is for me.

The illusion that these men are only using me dissolves on Ben’s tongue. He’ll never be the one who can hide his feelings from me.

And this feels like a goodbye.

He fucks into my body like he’d rather give up breathing than fucking me, and it’s nearly enough to distract me from the sensation that he’s taking as much as he can now so he can leave.

I gasp as I break the kiss and whisper the words that need to be said. “You’ll always have a place with us.”

Stoneheart approaches Ben’s back, watching my face and no doubt enjoying the sight of his two toys fucking. He aches his brow at my statement, but only nods in agreement. Not that Ben is paying attention. His gaze is where his cock is wetly forging into my pussy.

I grip his hair, not being gentle with pulling his demonic gaze up to meet mine. And repeat the words I should have demanded to exist before we reached this point. “Ben. You’ll always have a place with us.”

Ben’s expression shifts but shutters before I can divine his reaction, but at least I know he heard me this time.

Now when he kisses me, I tell myself that it’s different than the goodbye from before, even if my ability to tell has become murky with my own rising need.

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