Page 34 of The Prizes We Win
At one point, Sebastian starts fucking my mouth so aggressively I find myself trying to pull away from his hands. “Uh, uh, uh. I told you to tap my thigh. Remember?”
Dante’s large palm lands on my ass with a crack, and my eyes widen as they start to water from the overwhelming sensations.
But I don’t tap out. I can take it.
I want it.
Sebastian must feel me relax ever-so-slightly in his hands because a flash of pride crosses over his face before he mutters, “That’s my good girl.”
Every time a man or woman has ever tried to say that to me in bed, it has made me want to do nothing but throw my clothes back on and bolt out the door. But something about the way he just looked at me when he said it, the way his cock twitched in my mouth as he said the words, sends a rush of heat to my cunt.
“Hmmm,” Dante moans. “You like that?”
“Mhmm,” I moan around Sebastian.
Dante leans down so he can plant a kiss between my shoulder blade before he whispers in my ear. “Good. Because that’s what you are.” He sits up straight and growls, thrusting between each word. “Our good. Fucking. Girl.”
“Now choke on my cock.”
If I thought the two of them were fucking me hard before, their thrusts are nowpunishing. Thrusting in and out of me harder than anything I’ve ever experienced.
But, despite how intense it is, I can’t help but feel… cared for. Loved.Whole.
I know that between the two of them, I am the only thing that matters. Their sole focus is on pleasing me. Loving me. Worshippingme.
And despite the two of them having never done this together, and Dante having never done this with another man at all, it’s like the two of them were made to fuck me like this.
They were made to fuck me so intensely that I don’t think anything will ever compare to how owned I feel at this moment.
And as a woman who has never wanted to feel owned by a man, that statement alone speaks volumes as to how I feel about them.
“Just like that, Love.Fuck,”Sebastian grips my hair tighter and I know he’s on the edge. Reaching up with one hand, I grab his balls and squeeze them gently. “Shit,” he hisses. “Do that again.” I do, and I know he’s done for. “Yes, Joe.Yes.I’m gonna come.” I do my best to open my throat as his thrusts become shallow and irregular. “Swallow it, Joe. Swallow every fucking drop.”
And with that warning, he spills down my throat as he comes. Wanting to make him proud, I do as he says and swallow every drop of his release.
“Fuck,” Dante grits out from behind me. “I could watch you do that over and over again, Mama.”
His praise makes me let out a wanton moan around Sebastian’s cock.
Once he’s finally done with his release, Sebastian lifts my head and wipes a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. His eyes go to my swollen lips, covered in his cum. Leaning forward he crashes his lips to mine, tasting his own release.
Using the pad of his thumb, Dante presses down firmly over my back hole. My pussy tightens around him and his loud moan fills the room.
I’m gone.
Done.
I practically scream into Sebastian’s mouth. If it weren’t for Dante holding my waist and Sebastian kissing me, I would collapse right onto the mattress as an orgasm like I’ve never felt in my life takes over my body and soul.
“Ahh! Dante!” I shout against Sebastian’s lips, but he doesn’t stop kissing me. And when Dante thrusts into me one final time, and I feel his orgasm spill deep inside of me, my orgasm just keeps going.
I don’t know how long it goes on, but by the time it finally ends, small tears are spilling from my eyes.
Sebastian scoops me up, so I’m sitting across his lap, and I lay my head on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath. “You did so so good,” he says softly as he strokes my hair.
The two of us sit there for a few minutes, and when I finally regain some composure he asks, “You want to take a bath?”
“Mhmm,” is all I can manage.
