Page 99 of Married to the Devil

Ben groans against my mouth, but his thrusts slow. “Wish I could fill you like he will. Mark you.”

My heart pangs. “Me too.”

I glance at Stoneheart, not wanting to offend him, but he only nods, like it makes the most sense in the world for us to want Ben’s seed inside me. To want Ben to mark me in a way that would stake some ownership.

“Fuck,” Ben stills inside me, holding his breath. His cock is ridiculously hard, and I imagine he’s making a permanent shape against my insides. He’s close, but the idea of him leaving this embrace is intolerable.

“A little more,” I say, trying not to rock my hips like my body demands. “Please.”

Ben groans in obvious strife.

Stoneheart drags his teeth over Ben’s tense shoulder, he must have his front against Ben’s back. “You can give her another stroke, can’t you?”

I feel like we all watch as Ben slowly thrusts inside me again, going so deep that our bodies are flush. His cock swells, and I imagine what it will feel like for him to come this deep inside me.

I’ll experience that soon. The pressure of hot seed filling me up as deep as it will go. There won’t be anything to stop it from flowing into me and taking root.

Breeding me.

I make a helpless sound. The idea of being claimed so deeply by either of them has the orgasm they’ve both been teasing me with rushing to the surface, and my pussy clenches around a cursing Ben in a necessary if foolish compulsion to capture him. Ben yanks himself away suddenly, and I sob at the loss. A hot splash of fluid hits my inner thigh and the sheets between us.

“Fuck, that was close,” he gasps, falling on his side beside me.

Stoneheart croons, taking Ben’s place between my legs. “But you performed admirably. See how wet and desperate she is for us. She likes the idea of taking load after the load.” He pressesthe pad of his thumb against my sopping center, rubbing deeper before bringing the excess of my wetness, the proof that these men make me weak, up to my clit and massaging it in soft circles.

“She’s so open.” Stoneheart’s eyes glint with wanting, and I spread my thighs wider, accepting his words for the fact they are.

Ben’s attention is locked on where my husband touches me. “This is dangerous.”

“But that’s part of the fun. Allowing yourself to feel her and holding back while everything you are wants to stay inside her and leave your mark. The denial is a type of pain that makes you hard.”

The truth of those words is in Ben’s swallow. I half expect him to disappear on us, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grits his teeth, pulling his gaze from my pussy and runs his hand up my thigh to where he’d left his mess. Instead of wiping the cum away, he rubs it into the skin.

I moan.

Stoneheart’s laugh is playful. “Bet you wish you weren’t wearing that scent blocking charm now.”

“I feel my energy on her, and it’s enough,” he glares at Stoneheart and something in the gargoyle’s expression flickers. I think he’s going to tackle the demon to the bed and bestow his own energy on him, but he pulls his attention back, focusing on me again.

My skin tingles, but he doesn’t give me much time to anticipate.

Stoneheart picks me up. “We’ll let your knight do his duty and comfort you.”

My mouth opens in question, but he turns me toward Ben and I’m straddling him, my pussy brushing his already hardagain cock, and he hisses. A large hand grips the back of my neck and pushes me forward until my hands bracket Ben’s face.

I press my forehead against Ben’s, needing the small consolation while my insides ache with emptiness. He makes a shushing noise I don’t understand until Stoneheart pulls my hips up and his giant cock presses against where Ben left me soft and needy.

I moan, my lashes fluttering shut at the heated head of my husband pushing into my body. He’s already slick with precum and the thought of that has my pussy clasping him in need.

“Easy does it, wife,” Stoneheart grits. “If you’re too tight I could hurt you.”

I try to relax, and he sinks deeper. The sensation is breathtaking and fully presses the ache of what he did to me this morning, forcing me to soften more, give more.

My lips tremble as the sharp stretch works its way to a duller one. A soft brush on my mouth has me opening my eyes to take in Ben’s captive expression. He kisses me again, and I moan into it as Stoneheart retreats and forges forward with an impatient thrust, the smacking sensation of his knot against my pussy the only hint of how the feel of my body is effecting him.

Ben’s hands go down to brace my thighs for Stoneheart’s thrusts, and I’m locked between the two of them in a way that has the interrupted orgasm from earlier rising to the surface and preparing my body for what I need to take with a gush.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers against my lips, giving me the vocal validation I’m craving since Stoneheart has been silent.

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