Page 19 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

Oh God...oh God!

My body responds.

I can barely breathe...and I can’t believe it when Eric puts his mouth on mine.

He kisses me...He luxuriates in me...

He makes me crazy...

Dexter is sucking on my swollen clitoris when I lift my hips off the table, ready to offer even more.

“Like that, my love, like that,” murmurs Eric as he notes my surrender with approval.

For a few minutes, I’m their banquet, their blindfolded banquet. One is enjoying himself between my legs, and the other is enjoying my mouth. But the best part is that I get to enjoy them both. This is extraordinary! Suddenly, Eric pulls away from me. I lift up, searching for him, but I can’t find him, and I can’t see because of the mask.

I want his kisses...

I want his touch...

And when I feel them pouring water on my sex again, I know the game is about to change. Dexter retires, and I hear the wheelchair coming around the table to where my head is. He takes my hands and kisses my knuckles.

“Now you’re going to get what I can’t give you,” he says.

Eric’s hands touch me. I recognize them. I smile as he firmly and forcefully takes hold of my thighs, and then he’s inside me with one mighty thrust.

His groan drives me crazy.

I’m breathing so heavily. Dexter lets go of my hands as Eric lifts me up off the table and pulls off my mask.

“Hold on to me.”

I’m shaking...

As the man I adore vigorously penetrates me over and over, I look into his eyes without his needing to ask me.

Oh God, his gaze!

His eyes look right through me, they speak to me, they tell me they love me as Dexter slaps my ass and makes it even redder, just the way he likes it.

Once more, Eric goes in and out of me, and, in that instant, Dexter pulls on the anal beads. I release one, and he slaps me. I can’t believe what I feel, and I scream. I’m out of my mind.

Eric grins and presses me against him, thrusting into me again.

Another onslaught.

Another yank on the beads and another slap. Another scream from my throat.

One by one, the little beads come out of me, and I’m raving as Eric holds me in his arms.

“Like that, my love, like that...Just look at me and enjoy yourself.”

Once Dexter has pulled all the beads from inside me, he moves aside, and Eric takes over. He walks me over to the wall and leans me against it, and, taking my mouth the way only he knows, he fucks me over and over so intensely that I think he’s going to split me in two—but I like it. His hands squeeze my ass as I take him and open myself up more and more for him.

Our pleasure is so immense, I don’t want it to end. I want his lunges to last forever. His groans make me crazy, and just when I think we’re both going to explode, we release at the same time, and, after one last blitz, we both succumb.

With his cock still inside me, I put my head on his neck. I love how he smells. I love the feel of him. I close my eyes and hold him closer as he holds me back and feels everything I’m feeling.

After a few minutes, when our breathing returns to normal, he asks what he always asks. “Everything all right?”

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