Page 121 of Lesson In Honesty

Warmth covered her back; Liam’s hands landed on the back of the couch. Mouth to her ear, he whispered, “Just ride him, Sierra. Take every inch of that big cock in your pussy and make it yours. Come all over it, as many times as you want. I’ll worry about the rest.”

“Up and down,” Mack coaxed, tugging on her clamped nipple.

There was a cock in her and one pressed against her back. God, how hadn’t she seen this coming? She’d been content thinking Liam just had double penetration in mind, when in reality he’d been preparing her for two in her… in her… shit.

Tentatively, she swiveled her hips, giving her ridiculous body control over her movements. The thick shaft dragged in and out, aided by lube and her own juices, without an inch to spare.

There wasn’t anything to worry about, she thought, exhaling softly. There literally wasn’t aninchto spare, so Liam would just have to wait his turn.

Confidence growing, she set her hands on Mack’s shoulders, pushing against them for extra leverage, riding him exactly how she’d been ordered. Slow at first, taking him to the tip and sinking back down, savoring the sensation of being filled over and over again. He felt bigger this way, even though he was under her, and there was a glorious kind of power thrumming through her.

His hands covered her breasts, kneading them roughly enough her abused nipples screamed, then whimpered, adding more fuel to the inferno sparking in her core.

“Tell me when she’s near, Mack.”

She closed her eyes, tilting her head back, gradually shortening the rise and fall of her hips until she bounced on his dick like it was a pogo stick. A subtle twist of her pelvis, a shift in her weight, and his crown hammered her G-spot without mercy.

Everything tightened, spasms rippling in the heart of her core, bracing for the onslaught of pleasure threatening to break down the wall and sweep her away.

“She’s there. Fuck, she’s there.” Mack groaned, the cords in his neck standing out in stark relief as he fought not to follow her over the edge. His arms banded around her, crushing her sweaty, trembling form to his chest; one around her back, the other over her waist. “Come on, pixie, let us hear it.”

She slammed down on him, crying out when he struck the very end of her, bruising her tender inner unmentionables. Everything snapped shut around him, desperately milking his shaft for something he refused to give her.

The orgasm ripped through her like a demon, destroying her until there was nothing left but glitter in the ashes.

“I love watching her come,” Liam said quietly. “You holding on, Mack?”

“Barely. Fuck.” Mack’s arms didn’t release their restraining tension. “Hurry up or this will be over before… Jesus, her cunt’s fisting me from root to tip.”

“She’s strong.” Liam sounded so proud, then he chuckled. “Breathe in, buddy.”

Forehead thumping onto Mack’s shoulder, Sierra went limp on top of him. Why was he still hard? He should have been right there with her, pumping her full of everything he had, but no, he was erect and pulsing.

A shock of cold jolted her labia followed by a fingertip tracing the seam of where she and Mack were linked. Tracing and then… oh fuck.

Politely requesting access.

Demandingaccess.

Straining her sanity as the digit found a weak spot and pushed in, slick with lube. Vulnerability identified, Liam added another finger, carefully stretching her again. For the first time, she was grateful for the semi-fisting he’d given her; her flesh wasn’t quite as resistant as it would have been otherwise.

“Daddy, please…” she mumbled.

“Relax, Sierra. You’re all soft and pliable. I’m going to move slowly, make sure we don’t hurt you.” The intrusion of his fingers was taken over by a bigger, more formidable opponent. “We don’t want to damage Mack either, do we, babygirl?”

She shook her head slowly.

“It’s going to sting, Sierra. It’s going to be uncomfortable for a few minutes. I just need you to breathe and relax. Don’t made any sudden moves.” Liam spoke so casually, she might believe he regularly shoved two large penises into a woman.

How could she not obey him? Her trust in him was too rooted, too ingrained. They’d spent years establishing it, and she knew he wouldn’t risk breaking it. They were too important to each other, too vital, and it was only growing with Mack extending their love to encompass a threesome once more.

Squirming away didn’t help; Mack refused to relinquish his Daddy bear hug, and Liam’s hand pressed down on the small of her back. Her legs were folded beneath her in the straddle, completely useless.

“You’re not breathing, pixie,” Mack whispered. “Don’t tense up.”

A wickedly sharp retort was on her tongue, only it morphed into a pained whimper. The tension stretching her entrance increased tenfold, the skin distending slowly to accommodate LiamandMack. It pinched at first, escalating into a burn that spread under her skin, over it,throughit.

Liam’s cock slipped, enraging the burn into scalding pain. She yelped, shoving against Mack’s chest, but Liam just repositioned himself and pushed in again. She felt his fingers on her pussy, guiding his crown and preventing a second painful mistake.

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