Page 47 of Necessary Roughness
“Shit. You’re right.” Knox pulled back, slowly retreating, the tip of his cock grazing against my inner wall in a way that electrified my body even more. I finally relaxed, my head falling back against Logan as he held me steadily.
Knox filled me anew, as gently as someone could with a dick so large. He pulled out and pushed in, over and over, slowly building speed, intensely studying my face to make sure I was okay.
But I was more than okay. I was pretty freakingamazing.
Logan’s fingers swirled faster around my clit as Knox fucked me steadily. The view of his athletic body was almost too much, so I locked eyes with him. The corner of his lip curled in a smile and we maintained that eye contact as he fucked me, deep anddelicious, my pussy gripping him every time he retreated and then welcoming him back as he buried himself into me.
Over, and over, and over.
Suddenly he switched things up, slamming himself home, then swirling his hips to grind his pelvis against my body.
“Yes,” I cried out, my words escaping my lips automatically. “Just like that. Don’t stop.Yes.” The pressure of him filling me, along with the friction and Logan’s fingers, was exactly what I wanted. What Ineeded.
“Fuck yeah,” Logan purred. “Give it to her.”
“Oh my God,” I gasped. “I’m going to… I’m…”
“Come for us,” Logan commanded. “Come on his cock.”
I reached forward and grabbed Knox’s hip, my other hand searching behind me for Logan and settling on his neck. It was while I clung to both of them that I finally came to pieces, back arching and a cry of ecstasy erupting from my throat. My eyes clenched shut as the orgasm rocked my body, so intense that I felt weightless and heavy and on fire all at the same time. For a few brief moments I couldn’t tell where one man ended and another began, two chiseled bodies on either side of me, gripping and squeezing and fucking me to nirvana. I crested the peak, my spine finally relaxing back into Logan, the rest of my body turning to liquid in the aftermath of my orgasm.
“That’s a good start,” Knox said, bending down to kiss me again.
“Start?” I asked.
Behind me, Logan chuckled. “We’re just getting started. Flip her over.”
I was once again weightless as Knox lifted me up, repositioning me until I was on my hands and knees on the bed. Somehow hestayed inside me, his cock corkscrewing around until he was now fucking me from behind.
Logan rolled onto his back and swiftly shed his clothes—jeans, T-shirt, and then finally his underwear. He wasn’t as big as Knox, but his cock was still impressive.
“Come here,” I told him, but he was already kneeling forward again.
I wrapped my fingers around his hard length and pulled his tip into my waiting lips. Ilovedgiving blowjobs, knowing I could pleasure a man with only my mouth. Logan seemed to love receiving one just as much, if not more, based on the moans that escaped his lips while I sucked him off.
“There you are,” Knox exhaled behind me as he began to move, pulling back a little bit before driving forward again. “She feels even better from this angle.”
“So do you,” I said before returning to my task.
“I’ll wait my turn.” Logan’s fingers laced into my hair, tightening in a fist. Moving my head back and forth, controlling me. I took as much as I could in my mouth without gagging, tightening my fingers around his shaft and stroking him in time with my lips.
I’m being double-teamed by two football players, the thought drifted across my consciousness.And it’s even better than I ever could have imagined.
Knox grabbed my hips with both hands and drove into me harder, and harder, his restraint finally cast aside as he took what he wanted.
And I couldn’t believe that what he wanted so desperately wasme.
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Logan
Holy. Shit.
I thought it would be awkward. Like two amateurs trying to dance together for the first time. I expected Knox and I to get in each other’s way, to disagree about who got to do what, or for Sloane to not vibe with what we were doing.
But years of playing football together gave us a kind of telepathy that couldn’t be explained. We were teammates, anticipating what the other was going to do and reacting accordingly. It was, weirdly enough, exactly like running a football play against an opposing defense, getting open and accepting a pass from the quarterback with ease.
Except unlike an opposing team, Sloane wasn’t trying to stop us from scoring.
