Page 77 of Princess Claimed

My throat is dry, and I realize that I’ve been making sounds, almost singing in time with Crusher’s thrusts, and I close my eyes, not wanting anything to interfere with the intense ecstasy flowing inside my body.

“Turn her.” Phil’s voice penetrates my bliss.

Pausing inside me, Crusher lifts the bench and me together, and I moan at the change in pressure as we shift.

“Look at me,” Phil says.

I open my eyes to discover I’m now facing Phil, and our gazes entwine.

Phil’s amber eyes are hooded, but sparkling, and his gaze bores into me across the length of the bed. His erection looks painfully hard, and I want to crawl up his body and take it into my mouth again, take it anywhere inside me that would give him release.

Crusher starts thrusting again, and each time he hits deep, a moan erupts from inside me, and Phil’s eyes reveal the joy he’s feeling bearing witness to this act.

“Harder now,” Phil says. “Really fuck her.” He looks into my eyes, making sure that’s okay with me. And then I no longer have any say in the matter. No control over any part of my body.

Leaning forward, Crusher holds onto a set of handles ahead of the ones I’m holding, then starts driving into me hard and fast. Each of his powerful thrusts hits deeper and with more force than any of these men have taken me thus far, or perhaps my body just doesn’t remember how it feels to be taken this hard. The night when Phil pretended to hate me, feels like a lifetime ago.

Intense friction is setting me on fire, flames racing everywhere, and although my mouth is still open, no sound is coming out. Crusher’s cock, combined with my intense pleasure, is taking up so much space in my body that my lungs have no chance to fill. I couldn’t possibly make sounds, and I’m not even sure my heart is beating. Every cell in my body is fully concentrated on absorbing what Crusher’s delivering, every ounce of me riding on a tsunami that’s building high and traveling for so many miles it might never crash.

I don’t want it to. I want to ride this moment as long as I can—looking deep into the eyes of the man I love, at the same time another man drills into me, pounding into me with unrelenting power.

“Bring her closer.” Phil’s command barely registers, but Crusher, still inside me, lifts me off the bench and drops me onto my hands and knees between Phil’s outstretched legs.

I grasp Phil’s thighs just above his knees as Crusher starts thrusting with renewed vigor, one of his arms strapped around my body to pull me back to meet each hard drive.

Phil’s gaze is like fire. Each amber fleck in his eyes like a spark, drifting across the short space between us, burning me as he watches. Crusher’s thrusts shift me forward, my hands sliding along Phil’s thighs. His cock is close to me now, bouncing in time with the rhythm of Crusher’s merciless hammering.

“Slower,” Phil says.

Crusher moans. Panting behind me, he slows his pace, and even more pleasure ripples through my body as I adjust. The penetration changes in intensity, and I’m able to distinguish each movement again.

Overwhelmed by pleasure and exhaustion, my arms collapse, and my head drops to the fur between Phil’s legs.

“Undo my cuffs!” Phil demands.

My limbs have lost their ability to function, but somehow Crusher stays inside me, his angle and depth of penetration shifting as he lifts me and moves to undo Phil’s handcuffs, my body a puppet impaled on his cock.

He stops moving. My feet brush the fur, and somehow, I lift my hands to Phil’s shoulders. My legs, near useless jelly, hang down as Crusher supports me, bent toward Phil.

Crusher’s cock feels even bigger with my legs hanging closer together, and I pulse everywhere, no idea what either of these men have in mind now, but feeling positive I’ll love it.

Phil’s newly freed hands touch me, running up and down my torso, and teasing my hanging breasts as I look into his eyes. Our faces are close, and I want to kiss him, but can’t find the energy to cover the few inches required. There’s nothing in my vision now beyond Phil’s eyes, and my focus blurs, landing me in a world of amber and gold, floating inside the love contained in Phil’s eyes.

Gradually, I become conscious that Crusher’s moving inside me again, thrusting slowly and tugging back on my body to make each drive deep. Phil’s hands land firmly over my breasts, and his thumbs brush back and forth, his calluses stimulating my nipples like they were specifically designed for that purpose.

My lips part, and I discover I can finally inhale again, and it’s amazing to share air with this man, while I live in his eyes.

“Touch her here.” One of Phil’s hands shifts off my breast to guide Crusher’s finger onto my clit.

Bucking back, I cry out.

“Rub it gently while you thrust.” Phil’s hand returns to my grateful nipple, while Crusher follows Phil’s instructions, and I quickly lose my mind.

Every part of my body detonates at once, exploding into a million pieces that scatter into the heavens. I’m vaguely aware that my eyes are still open, but I can no longer see, and my body shatters as Crusher plows me down the middle, holding my core together with his arms.

Tremor after violent tremor shakes through me, and fireworks detonate deep in my belly. I plummet into deep canyons, only to rise again, going higher and higher each time. Rising so high there’s no oxygen to breathe.

Another explosion detonates, and suddenly I’m plunging back toward the earth, but with no parachute, no safety net. But I’m caught again, tugged up by Crusher’s arms and supported by his massive cock still thrusting deeply inside me.

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