Page 34 of The Royal's Pet: A MMF Ménage Royal Romance

I can tell from his tone that the sir is reflexive—less a pecking order here, more an unbreakable habit.

“Spank her,” Roland tells him.

Before I can register what’s about to happen, Ben’s palm smacks my ass. I gasp. I’ve never been spanked before. Hell, I’ve never been in the middle of two ravenous men before. Yet it all feels so natural somehow. I feel red-hot heat crawl up my neck and explode on my cheeks.

Roland laughs and it’s this beautiful airy sound that brushes against my ear and sends shivers through my whole body. “I think she liked that, mate.” He uses his grip on my hair like a handle, pulling my neck back so I can look at him. “You did, didn’t you, kitten?”

“Yes,” I croak. I’m dumb with lust. I can barely speak.

Roland’s eyes dance as they focus on Ben. “Do it again.”

He smacks my ass again. Ben’s hand is like a goddamn plank of wood. He does it again and again. At first, my behind stings with sharp pain, but then the pain turns into tingling, and the tingles to a low burn. I moan as another heavy swing hits my bottom, only this time I rock back into his palm when he tries to pull it away.

I’m dripping down my thighs. I can feel it. I need someone inside of me.

As if he knows, Ben pushes a finger inside of me. I gasp loudly and push back against his finger. I feel him insert a second finger, and then they curve, stroking my inner walls.

“You enjoy the way Ben fingers you, love?” Roland coaxes. He strokes my hair back, which feels both soothing and possessive all at once.

“Yes,” I whimper.

Roland’s other hand travels over my chest, and he catches my hard nipple between his fingers. I yelp as he rolls it and tugs. His ministrations on my breasts make me throb around Ben’s fingers. It clicks now. Roland and Ben—they’re damn good on their own, but together? They’re in sync, a perfectly tuned instrument. They move like one until I’m a doughy, pliable sex kitten. My endorphins are shooting off like crazy, sending sparks of pleasure through me. They’ve got me at their mercy, and I would do anything they wanted.

With Ben’s fingers deep inside of me, Roland petting my hair, caressing my tits… it’s overwhelming. I cry out and suddenly my body clamps down on Ben’s fingers. I’m in the throes of an orgasm before I even knew I was close, and Ben and Roland are coaxing it from me, kissing my bare skin, touching me. Every inch of me feels loved. I melt into their adoring hands as I shudder with every throb.

“Good girl,” Roland keeps saying, over and over.

Two men. Two rock-hard cocks. And they can’t stop pleasing me. I’ve never had anything like this before. Ever.

I’m still pulsing when Ben growls, “Tell me what you need.”

“I need you inside of me,” I gasp. Then I draw my fingers down Roland’s chest, his stomach, and paw at his belt. “And you.”

“Greedy little pet.” Roland grins. “Be careful what you wish for, love.”

With that, Roland gets up and stands behind me, beside Ben. I hear the click of their belts, the hiss of their zippers.

“What do you say?” Roland challenges. “Last one to blow gets to cum down her throat.”

“You’re on,” Ben growls.

I shouldn’t be this turned on by the way they’re competing over me, but… I am.

When I look up, I can see that there’s a long, full-length mirror propped on the wall across from me. I almost don’t recognize myself at first. It looks like there’s some sex-crazed wild woman in the prince’s bed. My red hair is frizzy and insane—literally insane, like I’ve stepped off the set of a Tim Burton movie. My lips are swollen, my face is flushed, eyes lidded and makeup smeared.

My eyes focus on the men standing behind me. Ben reaches into the cupboard beside Roland’s bed, pulls out two condoms, and tosses one to Roland. They’re naked, completely, and I wonder not for the first time tonight how I managed to steal two Adonises.

Ben wraps up his manhood before I feel the thick head of him against my narrow channel. He rubs it up and down my soaked slit, lubing himself on my arousal, and then presses it inside of me. I moan loudly and lean back to pull him in deeper.

Oh God. He feels so, so good. He’s thick and fills me completely. He doesn’t need any more foreplay, and neither do I. He starts to pound into me, and I can hear his hips slap mine. It’s exactly what I need, and I grip and twist the blankets.

And then it stops. Ben pulls out of me. I whine at the empty sensation.

“I wonder,” Roland says. “Can you guess which of us inside of you?”

I’m not empty for long—Roland fills me. I shudder at the sensation. He’s not as thick as Ben, but he hits me deeper, and I decide it’s completely unfair that they both have perfect cocks.

“You love the way I shag you, don’t you?” Roland says as he rolls his hips.

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