Page 92 of Winter's End

Logan’s smirk took on a darker hue. “How about two cocks in your pussy?”

Her breath quickened and her eyes grew wide. I had never done such a thing. I had seen it in a porn once, but would never have dreamed I’d be part of one.

“Logan, I don’t think?—”

A bottle of lube appeared in his hand and he squirted the clear gel all over his jutting cock.

“Shut up, Chase. I want to feel her cum drench my cock, and I know you do, too. I’m not into your dick—you don’t do it for me. I want to make Princess forget her own name when we stuff our cocks in her tight cunt.”

His quirked brow taunted me, as if I was too moral of a man to take part in this debauchery.

I wasn’t. Winter Wallace was made for the beautiful sins of the flesh, and tonight, I’d be partaking.

I shifted my weight and wriggled up the luxurious duvet, holding Winter in my arms as I settled into place.

She sat up and straddled me, grabbing my cock between her small hands and stroking hard. I trembled beneath her touch, and before long, I hauled her hips up and plunged her down on my aching shaft.

“Fuck.” We groaned together as her walls clenched around me. I grabbed her plump cheeks and thrust into her from below, overcome by the pleasurable zings of heat licking up my spine.

“Stay still,” Logan commanded. Winter immediately leaned over my body, kissing me deeply as Logan got into his own position.

I felt him before I could see him, the tip of his cock sliding wetly against the bottom of my shaft. He spread sticky lube all over the back of Winter’s entrance and onto the base of my cock. I had never felt the hands of another man on my cock before, and I didn’t love the experience.

Those thoughts disappeared as soon as he eased his way into Winter’s tight pussy; the friction of him against my shaft felt far better than I expected.

“Don’t move, either of you.” He was all the way in; I was held in such a tight vise and the feeling was just short of euphoric.

I held still as he thrust against me; I could now understand why straight men chose the feel of another man’s cock in these situations. Whether this was heaven or hell, it didn’t matter. I never wanted the moment to end.

Winter lost herself to the sensation and writhed between us with abandon. I held her up as Logan picked up speed, rocketing unfamiliar pleasure through my body.

I was going to come any second, and I wasn’t going to be able to stop it.

Winter’s final cries as she came gave me the permission I needed to explode into her. Her pussy walls wrapped around us both so tightly she milked every ounce of cum from me. Logan too; his groans matched mine as we flooded her body with our combined release.

Logan pulled out first. He headed into the bathroom while Winter climbed awkwardly off of me like a drunken baby deer. I shifted over to one side of the massive king bed and tucked her body against mine in an endorphin-fueled cuddle.

I’d never felt so high from an orgasm.

Logan came out with a warm washcloth and cleaned her thighs. He shocked me when he dipped his head into her swollen lips and swept up our combined cum with his tongue; he held it in his mouth a moment before depositing it into Winter’s mouth with a deep, leisurely kiss.

“Taste what you do to us, Princess. We taste so fucking good, don’t we?”

Winter swallowed and smacked her lips. “So good,” she agreed with a sleepy mumble. Then she snuggled into my body and closed her eyes. In mere seconds, her soft snores filled the space between us.

I was so sated, I didn’t bother questioning that unexpected display. I sunk into the feather-soft mattress as Logan climbed in on the other side and covered the three of us with the duvet from the floor.

I closed my eyes just for a second, and before I knew it, I was asleep too.

Several hours later, I awoke to the light of the moon filling the room with soft silver beams. Winter was still tucked in the crook of my arm, but Logan was missing.

“He’s gone to the gym, Big Guy. You’re welcome to join him if you like.”

I wrapped my arms around her still-naked body in a tight hug. “Why would I choose that when I could be here with you? Only fools leave beautiful women in bed alone.”

Her lips broke into a smile against my pec. “You make a fair point.”

We laid in the room’s darkness, content in each other’s quiet company. Her heart beat steadily against my ribs, and the puffs of her breath were warm against my collarbone. I clung to the tranquility of the moment, desperate for this peace in our world of uncertainty.

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