Page 159 of Their Master

She gave him a sullen look, but he saw the greedy eager glint in her eyes as she knelt over Luke and grasped his thick cock with her small hand.

Moira loved taking them both at once, even though she’d be walking a bit gingerly for the next few days.

“Lower yourselfslowly,” he ordered, leaning closely enough so that he could watch while Luke’s fat cock stretched her tight entrance.

Smith groaned. “Fuck! That’s beautiful. Hold right there,” he muttered, pushing his head between her thighs and licking where his two lovers were joined.

Their mingled scent was the headiest smell in the world and he sucked and tongued while sliding his free hand between Moira’s cleft and fingering her arsehole.

He groaned when his finger slipped into her oiled hole with little resistance, the thought of Luke stretching her for Smith’s enjoyment was erotic beyond bearing.

As usual, he was torn between wanting to taunt and torment her and wanting to fill her full of his seed and claim her.

It would have to be the second one tonight because Smith needed to be inside her; ten days was too bloody long.

He gave their joined flesh one last, lingering suck and then reluctantly released them.

“Take all of him, darling,” he said, watching until Luke disappeared completely before pushing up and kneeling behind Moira.

He reached around her and cupped her breasts, pulling her back against him and nodding to Luke, who commenced to tease her already over-stimulated clitoris.

Moira squirmed and whimpered as Luke played with her pussy and Smith sucked a bruise onto the pale skin of her throat, kneading her tits and pinching her nipples until her small body bucked and shivered.

Luke groaned when she came. “God, you should feel her, sir—she’s so bloody hot and tight.”

Smith kissed the bruise he’d just sucked onto her neck. “Is that what you want, Moira? To feel me?” He bit her earlobe and then whispered. “Can you take both our cocks?”

“Please,” she mumbled, her body wracked with spasm after spasm as her orgasm ebbed.

“Lie down on Luke,” Smith said.

He took a moment to appreciate the beautiful sight of Moira’s small body spread out on Luke’s far larger one, giving his prick a few hard strokes even though he was hard and running like a tap.

He raised his eyes to Luke’s. “Open her for me.”

Luke slid his hands down to her hips and spread her cheeks wide.

Smith grunted softly. “My God that’s beautiful,” he said, positioning himself at her slightly reddened rosette and breaching her, entranced by the sight of his fat crown stretching her.

Moira moaned and canted her bottom at him. “Please.”

“So impatient,” he chided, setting his hands over Luke’s. They locked gazes while he eased slowly inside Moira, ignoring her begging to go faster and harder and taking his time, allowing her to stretch and accommodate the two of them—no easy task.

“I can feel you,” Luke said, his lips curving into one of his rare smiles.

Smith gritted his teeth and pushed in the last bit, until his groin rested against her spread bottom. He exhaled the breath he hadn’t been aware he’d been holding.

“How do you feel?” Smith asked Moira, caressing her back while Luke covered her face with kisses.

Moira tightened her inner muscles, earning groans from all three of them.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered in a strained voice.

Moira pushed her hand between her body and Luke’s and Smith withdrew from her slowly before sliding back in, faster this time.

Smith and Luke established a rhythm that kept her full of cock at all times. He knew he wouldn’t last long—he never did when they reunited after one of his trips away—and he held Luke’s gaze as his hips pounded harder, his thrusting deeper, but less controlled.

By the time her body stiffened and she cried out Smith’s control was ready to snap and he fucked into her hard, until he felt Luke let go and cry out.

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