Page 53 of Abducting Sarah

Deacon scooted my upper body toward him so that my head fell over the edge of the table. Then, he rested his hands on either side of my waist, and since he was much taller, his cock brushed against my lips. I opened up for him, licking his glossy head and tasting myself on his shaft.

He pushed forward and began to fuck my mouth, just as Jac rubbed the head of his dick against my clit. I shivered against him, and he wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed inside of me, stretching me with his girth. I gasped, sucking inmore of Deacon’s cock as the pleasure began to build once more. Jac came forward, shoving as deep into my pussy as he could go, and between Deacon’s thrusts into my mouth, they kissed again right above me while they were both inside of me.

Jac shortened his thrusts to stay close enough to kiss Deacon. There were two veins that massaged my G-spot in that position, and they were ruthless and fast on his shorter thrusts. It was kindling my fire. My core began to tighten, and I choked on Deacon’s cock—I couldn’t time my breaths right anymore. I was too distracted by the seductive pleasure increasing inside of me. He arched his back, pulling out an inch. It was just enough to let me breathe again.

When Deacon reached down and stroked my clit, I erupted on them both. My pussy locked around Jac’s cock, as I moaned around Deacon’s. Ecstasy was a wildfire that threatened to burn me to the ground, and as the intense pleasure shot through my muscles, I decided it didn’t matter that none of this was real. I didn’t care anymore about going back to Earth or any of that. My home was between these two fierce and loyal aliens.

Deacon growled, “Are you coming on his cock for me?”

I nodded and groaned, still gagged by his cock.

“Yes, that’s it,” he said as he coaxed my clit toward another orgasm. “Do it again.”

I whined, unsure if I could.

But he kept at me there, while Jac resumed his longer thrusts inside me. Pulling all the way out and driving all the way back in, as much as he could.

Jac growled deep in his throat, a sexy, inhuman sound. “Fuck, her pussy keeps squeezing on me, Deacon, she’s so tight and wet…she’s gonna make me come.”

“Good, I want to see you come in her.”

“Are you sure about that?” Jac sounded panicked.

“Yes. Without question,” Deacon ordered him. “Give her every single drop you’ve got.”

“Fuck,” Jac hissed as he ruthlessly pumped into my body. He grabbed my hips and worked himself into me harder and faster, every thrust getting me closer to the peak of pleasure.

“I want you to come when he does, consort,” Deacon said, another command. “You will do this for me, won’t you?”

“Mm, hmm,” I whimpered around his cock.

“Close!” Jac warned.

So Deacon’s fingers sped up and pushed me right over the edge into another realm of bliss. Jac’s cock swelled inside of me as I came and made my orgasm even bigger. Deacon pulled out of my mouth, so my screams filled the room as I came hard on Jac’s cock, my entire body clenching and shuddering around his length.

Jac roared as he came inside of me, filling me up with his lust, marking me as his. His strong grip would have hurt my hips, but I didn’t feel anything but pure bliss in the moment. His thrusts became reckless until he finally finished. Jac’s cock softened inside of me, and he laid onto me, licking up my neck and kissing my lips before meeting my heavy-lidded gaze. I knew the look in his purple glowing eyes, and I felt it, too.

But then a new expression took him over as he cast his gaze upward toward Deacon. He slyly smiled, kissed me one more time, and pulled out. Unable to hold all his seed, his lust poured onto the floor from me. The absence of him felt strange—like I was missing something.

And then, Deacon came around and stepped between my legs. His cock had darkened in the interim. The intimidating length almost looked angry, but Deacon did not. His golden amber eyes were filled by the unmistakable look of a man in love. I wasn’t sure which one of us was his paramour—maybe both of us.

Sharing me was one thing, but sharing emotions felt different in my mind. More dangerous, because there was more at risk. But when he pressed his cock into my extremely slick and messy pussy, thanks to Jac’s cum, I didn’t care what was at risk. All I knew was that I needed them both, in any manner I could have them.

Jac circled back around to my head and massaged my tits and lightly pinched my nipples, while Deacon plunged into me. I moaned and laid there, letting them pleasure me. There was the extra splash of Jac’s cum around Deacon’s cock, and that made everything feel incredibly dirty in the best way possible. I held onto the edge of the table padding for something to grip as Deacon continued plowing into me, stronger and faster and deeper.

He didn’t slow down or do little strokes inside of me the way Jac had. Deacon pounded into me as best he could without ripping me apart. He kept his large hand on my stomach, pressing me into the padded table to hold me still for his relentless fucking. But then his hand gradually moved lower, until his thumb had access to my clit. He rubbed and stroked me rhythmically, making me cry out.

“Want you to come again, Sarah.” He grunted out the order.

I gasped. “So…close!”

“When you do, I’m going to come inside of you, too.”

“Mm, fuck yes!” Jac tweaked my nipple, and my back arched as my body pulled tight around Deacon’s shaft.

He growled, “She’s close, I can fucking feel it.”

Jac gave my breast a slight smack, jolting pain and pleasure through me like a live wire. “Come for me.”

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