Page 200 of Pucking Sweet

I hum, shifting my hips as Colton presses in deeper. He applies lube, working slowly, thrusting in and out until Lukas is trembling.

“I can’t,” Lukas pants. Colton stops and Lukas groans, all but pulling out of me to push back into Colton. “Please, baby, don’t stop. Fucking fill me up. Give me all of your cock.”

Colton rocks forward, sinking fully in. His weight presses down on Lukas, which sinks him deeper into me.

“Yes,” I pant, holding Lukas’s shoulders. “Colton, honey, do it again.”

Colton takes over, moving into Lukas so that he moves into me. My emotions are a riot, swirling inside me as I let my men claim me and each other, binding us together. I reach a state of effervescence as I cry out my orgasm. My pussy clenches tight, the sensations hitting me in deep waves, body and soul aching to pull these men in deeper, love them harder, keep them longer.

Lukas is a trembling mess as he buries his face in my hair and releases. Atop him, Colton pistons with his hips, grunting out his own desperate release, filling Lukas with his cum.

“Oh my god,” Lukas groans, the weight of his sweaty body pressing me into the mattress.

“Fuck me,” Colton says after a minute, the fog of climaxes slowly lifting. “That was ...”

None of us have a word for it. There isn’t a word to describe the feeling of three souls touching.

Colton moves first, sliding carefully out of Lukas and dropping down beside me on the bed. He’s a heap of bones. There’s nothing left after our marathon of sex. I think Lukas would just sleep right where he is, all two hundred plus pounds of him squashing me into the mattress.

I tap his shoulder, kissing his neck. “Honey, let me up.”

Lukas slips out of me, and I feel that exquisite pooling of his cum as it drips out of my spent pussy. God, it’s dirty and so freaking divine. Honestly, before these two, sex was something I endured more than anything. I tried to have a good time. I always tried to make sure my partner had a good time. But until Lukas and Colton, I didn’t know what it felt like to have an attentive partner actually focus onmygood time.

These two read my body like a book. They make my pleasure their own. They listen and learn and adjust to meet my needs. Theycare. They care about me, about my body and my pleasure and the joy they want me to find in them. I’d say it’s a gift, but it’s not. Everyone deserves this. Everyone deserves to find a partner who can make them feel the way they make me feel.

How can there be anything wrong in this? Anything deviant or taboo? It’s perfect. Apart, we were three lonely people, living our lives in quiet isolation. Together, we’re a family. A communion of souls flourishing best together.

“I love you,” I say, rolling on my side to kiss Colton’s shoulder.

“Love you,” he murmurs, his hand brushing down my arm as I turn away.

“And I love you,” I say, kissing Lukas’s sweaty cheek.

He turns his face, claiming a quick one for his lips as well. “I love you, baby.”

I shimmy down the bed between them, slipping off the end. Padding barefoot over the soft rug, I head to the bathroom. Opening the door, I flick on the light. I shriek as something gray scampers across the dark tile floor, disappearing behind the toilet.

“What is it?” Colton calls.

“I think I just saw a mouse,” I cry.

On the bed, Lukas groans. “Oh shit—no, it’s not a mouse.”

Hand to my naked chest, cum literally dripping down my leg, I stare wildly around, taking note of the litter box, a food dish, a pink water bowl.

Lukas and Colton are off the bed, pressing in behind me.

I turn around. “Lukas, why do you have a litter box in here?”

He rubs the back of his neck with a groan. “So, uhh…that was part of the surprise meant for tomorrow. I think she hates me though because she wouldn’t eat or drink anything earlier.”

I gasp. “You didn’t.” Dropping to my knees, not caring that I’m naked, I crawl over to the toilet and peek around it. “Lukas, tell me you didn’t adopt that cat for me!”

He leans his naked hip against the sink. “I didn’tnotdo it.”

There, sitting on a folded hand towel, is a very cranky-looking Miss Princess.

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