Page 74 of Savagely Mated

“Rafe?”

“Good girl,” Rafe confirms, reaching underneath me to rub that little bud. He has agile, quick fingers that soon have me shaking and creaming all over his thick cock.

Another dick slides into my pussy. It’s not that the flesh itself feels different, but the way it enters me tells me which one of these men the cock belongs to. A hand is spread on my lower back, and the dick arches as it goes in, hips being rotated in an agile way.

“Kirin?”

“Very good,” Kirin praises.

He turns me over onto my back and keeps his cock in me as he strums my clit, playing my pussy like an instrument of orgasm. I get a few more satisfying strokes before he pulls out, and Einar once again thrusts roughly into me, giving me a hard fucking against the couch until I scream in yet another orgasm.

One after the other, they swap me around for most of the evening. There is tenderness in between the roughness.

“I want to fuck your ass,” Kirin says at one point. “But not if it hurts too much.”

“It won’t,” I tell him.

He slides in slowly and proceeds to very gently fuck my ass as I whimper. It does hurt a little, but it hurts in the best way. It makes me feel small, and a bit naughty, as if I have to take his cock, as if I’ve been bad and need to be disciplined.

“Aw, baby, does it hurt?”

I nod a little. He has me on my back on the couch, my legs pressed up and over his broad shoulders, my ass full of his cock.

“Is your tight asshole sore with this thick cock in it?”

“Yes,” I moan.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Rafe growls.

“That’s right,” Kirin purrs down at me, kissing me sweetly. “It does, doesn’t it. Your poor, sore ass is taking another fucking, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

“Do you want me to stop?” He stills his hips briefly, his cock deep inside my butt.

I shake my head fervently and wriggle my hips.

“No. You don’t. You like it when I fuck one of your sore little holes, don’t you.”

I fucking do. It’s wrong and it’s hot and it feels good and it feels bad and it just makes me want another cock as soon as… Rafe’s dick slides into my whimpering mouth as Kirin finishes fucking my ass.

I suck on the head of his cock as I am thoroughly sexually dominated until I am so full of their cum I do not see how they could have another drop inside them.

It’s then that Einar sits on the couch and puts me over his knee. Not across it, but he spreads my legs over the fulcrum of his thigh, one leg on either side so my wet pussy is grinding against his muscular leg.

He starts spanking me, swiftly and sharply.

He doesn’t explain why. He just does it, painting my ass with heat and color, pausing every now and then to collect some of the cum that is still trickling from my pussy and spanking it into my butt.

“Good,” Rafe says. “That’s what she needs. That’s what I should have done to you the other day, when you decided you weren’t going to let me keep an eye on you. I should have spanked your ass red, shouldn’t I?”

“Mmmm… Maybe?”

“Yes,” Einar growls. “You should have. When this little girl disobeys, she’s really asking for a spanking.”

His hand falls harder and faster, until he is whipping me against his thigh.

I don’t know if I am going to come or cry. In the end, I do both. He spanks me hard enough for me to cry tears of release and absolution, both of which I really needed.

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