Page 31 of Wicked Fantasies

His fingers returned to her clit, massaging the swollen bud until she was squirming in agony.

Had she really thought this lovemaking session would be quick? She should have known better. Ross was a maestro in bed and she was his instrument. Every time he picked up the bow, he played her to perfection. Every fantasy he created was better than the last until she truly felt as though she could die from the bliss.

Panting, she tried to accelerate his movements, but he wouldn’t be tempted. His fingers left her after a few more minutes and she felt him once again leave the bed only to return in an instant.

Another foreign object touched her, this time at the entrance to her pussy and again he painted a picture in her mind.

“This is a dildo, but for our purposes tonight, I want you to pretend it’s me. It’s my hard cock taking you. I’m going to fuck your pussy.” When she moaned her pleasure, she felt his hand sharply slap her buttocks. “You aren’t sucking my cock,” he added harshly. Reminded of the ball-gag, she began once again to work her jaws around the toy, her mind and body anxious to please him.

Slowly, he slid the dildo inside her until it was fully lodged. Gripping the base firmly, he thrust it in place several times, perfectly mimicking his own heavenly rhythm. “That’s right, Brown Eyes, fuck us,” he encouraged her as he twisted the dildo, before leaving it inside her.

Satisfied with his work, he left the bed one last time. The now-recognizable coolness of the gel on her anus didn’t alarm her. Instead, she delighted in its familiar feeling.

As he saturated her with the lubrication, Julia could sense him applying the same to himself. His hands bumped casually into her buttocks as he rubbed the sticky gel on his cock.

Only when she felt the head of his penis at her anus did she truly cry out. “At last,” she wanted to scream, as she realized she would finally feel that glorious, thick instrument inside her ass. Until that moment, she didn’t appreciate how much she’d craved it.

The butt plug had worked its magic as Ross’s hard cock entered with only the slightest amount of pain, the pleasure it produced far outweighing the small twinges at his persistent entry. Ross pushed forward without pause until he filled her completely.

Every hole was filled with Ross.

Every void in her life crammed full of Ross.

Moving with exquisite precision, Ross’s cock plunged in her ass, propelling the dildo forward as well.

“Fuck us all,” he commanded, increasing the speed and pressure of his movements. The power of all three instruments—the ball-gag, the dildo and his cock—proved her undoing.

In her mind, Ross truly was three men, all of them loving her with everything they had. Her mouth worked the gag as if she were determined to give him the greatest blowjob of his life. Her pussy and ass contracted around the dildo and his cock, desperate to bring him to the same earth-shattering release that was shaking her whole body.

Orgasm after orgasm ripped through her until she finally felt his own climax, his semen erupting in her ass, filling her to overflowing.

“My God,” he yelled.

She felt him reach above his head as he snapped the release on the cuffs, pulled off the blindfold and unhooked the ball-gag. Below, he still remained inside her ass, seeming reluctant to leave her. Wiggling against him, she sighed contentedly.

“Spoon me,” she happily whispered and he obliged, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

“Brown Eyes,” he started as she slid her hands down to her own opening.

“No,” she interrupted, working the large dildo out and languidly dropping it to the floor by the bed. “Please don’t leave me.” Her ass deliberately clamped around him, his half-erect penis still firmly lodged in place.

“Never,” he whispered. “Never.”

Chapter Nine

The next day dawned bright and sunny. Ross knew immediately upon opening his eyes that he was alone in the cabin. Panicking, he gathered up his sweatpants from the chair by the fire and threw a T-shirt on over his head.

Checking the bathroom, he confirmed Julia wasn’t there. He headed toward the front door. Glancing out the window, he saw her shoveling snow off the path to the woodpile like a woman possessed. Frowning, he watched her for several minutes, trying to figure out what was going through her mind.

Concern ran through him as he considered his actions the previous night. Clearly, Julia was upset. She was throwing snow over her shoulder fast and furious. A two-ton plow couldn’t move snow like she was.

Perhaps he’d pushed her too far last night. She’d thrown him for a loop when she told him her secret fantasy. The fact that she dreamed of sleeping with two men mystified him. Of all the things he was willing to do with Julia, sharing her was not on the list. The idea of another man touching her—hell, the idea of another man simply looking at her—made him see red. He’d never be able to fulfill her fantasy in truth.

Although he thought he’d certainly given it the old college try last night.

Grinning, he remembered her enthusiastic response to his lovemaking. As always, her vivid imagination allowed him to enact all of his fantasies without the fear of frightening her. Or at least, that’s what he’d thought.

Now, watching her cut a swath through the heavy snow, he wondered if he’d misread her responses.

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