Buying The Virgin Part 1-3 novel Chapter 81

Hot juices flowing now, my breasts flushing, my Master’s erection hard against me. Michael, to the other side of me, is growing harder by the moment, his cock pressed against my thigh.

Expression intense, his eyes locked with mine, he climbs over me, between my legs, probing me, his penis testing my entrance.

Panting now, I lift my hips to meet him. His hands slide up my arms, replacing my Master’s grip on my wrists to hold me down. My passage hot and slippery, he guides his cock inside me, gliding smoothly inside.

As he settles, full length inside me, he wraps his arms around my shoulders and rolls, taking me with him, so we lie on our sides, facing each other, he still deep inside me, my Master behind me.

“Lift your thigh,” he murmurs.

I lift a leg, hooking an ankle behind him, knowing where this is going.

There is a click behind me. A drawer opening? Then, a moment later, cold wet fingers slide in behind me.

Behind me, my Master speaks softly. “You want this, Charlotte? It’s alright if you don’t.”

“Yes, I want this. I want both of you, inside me.”

Chill moisture coats my rear entrance, a finger inserts, slowly circling.

More chill, and another finger opening me, stretching the ring of muscle wider as it goes.

Another pause, and then a slick sound.

Michael inside me to the front, my Master eases in at the back, pressed close. Heartbeats echo through me, thumping hard, matching my own. My breath comes in short pants. Enfolded between my two Lovers, I quiver.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, it’s just very….”

“Intense…” suggests Michael.

Shuddering. “Intense, yes. That’s the word.”

Despite myself, I smile, remembering what happened the last time I requested ‘intense’.

But heat blooms inside me now. Michael starts to move, slowly, sliding in and out of me, not thrusting, but instead, almost kneading me from the inside. My Master matches his cadence. Both hold me, supporting me, keeping me steady: Michael at my shoulders, my Master at my hips.

The twin movements of them inside me, filling me, brings a soft lust curling up from my depths: an arousal, deep, fervent, ardent. The sheer…. completeness… of having the two men I love most, so close, next to me, inside me, sets me trembling.

The only sounds are our breathing and our heartbeats, and the blood singing through my ears. As Michael begins to move more strongly within me, my Master following, the intensity, the pressure inside me increases.

Whimpering, I pant hard.

“Alright, Charlotte?”

Who spoke?

“Yes.”

My twinned lovers play me, like an instrument, to their song. Spaced-out, dreamy, I hover in a kind of sexual-spiritual ecstasy. Unable to move, rocked by the quickening movements of the bodies inside me, the bodies of my Lover and my Master, I ride the upward spiral to orgasm, like an eagle riding the sun to the skies.

The rush rises in me. Moaning uncontrollably now, my skin slick with sweat, my hips want to buck but cannot do so.

The two pump me hard now, pistoning into me. My moaning rises to a wail, then a howl and orgasm claims me. Trying to thrash, to struggle, but, twice pinned at the hip, layered between bodies, I can only writhe, crying out in rhapsodic pleasure as climax wracks my body.

The pulsing inside me triggers them. Behind me, my Master groans, and I feel his face pressed to the back of my neck as, at the loins, he grinds against me. Michael thrusts a little longer - two or three strokes - before, with a gasp, he shudders, and pumps into me, his hips jamming against my streaming pussy.

For a while, none of us speaks. We simply lie in a heaving, sweating, tangle of arms and legs.

Michael slips out of me, flopping back onto the bed beside me. “I’m going to miss you, Charlotte.”

“I’ll come back as often as I can.”