Page 142 of Enthrall Ecstasy
How was I to keep standing through this erotic attack? My thighs weakened as waves of lightheadedness shook me.
“Please,” I begged.
“Remain still,” Shay demanded.
“Yes, sir,” I tried not to squirm.
Shay continued to shower me with delicious spanks and Faulkner had stepped to the side and was caressing my pussy.
They were demanding the impossible.
We were a fast-flowing river together—falling downstream into an abyss of nothingness.
Like a harmonious poem, never ceasing.
Moving against the rhythm of the slaps, I rocked in sync, feeling almost hypnotized.
Shay’s hands gripped my hips and his cock sank all the way in, sending shockwaves of pleasure into my taut muscles as he stretched me wide, spiking my arousal again.
Dazed and dizzy, I glanced at the crowd, exhilarated to be watched by all these voyeurs.
Digging my fingernails into the table’s wood, I forced myself to remain upright, grateful for Shay holding me up with his strong hands at my waist.
Emotions swirled as I surrendered and came again, mind drifting with the rush.
Like a well-choreographed dance, I was pulled and pushed and twisted this way and that until I lost count of how many times I climaxed.
I reveled in the beauty of the moments that followed, silently worshipping these brilliant men.
Faulkner rounded the table and came to Shay’s side, each man standing before me and taking turns thrusting their cocks into me—one sliding all the way in and then stepping back so the other could fuck me, bringing a constant wave of bliss.
My moans of pleasure echoed around us, intermingling with their gruff groans and heaves and thrusts.
Like a ragdoll I was moved again.
This time, Shay sat on the edge of the desk and lifted me up so that I sat on his lap with my back to his chest.
I felt the cold drops of lube being circled around my ass by Faulkner.
He lifted me slightly with ease and slid his cock all the way into my ass. Leaning forward a little, my breathing was stilted by a discomfort so shocking all I could do was wait out the pressure until the burning sensation lessened. In its place I felt a riveting pang.
Shay pulled me back and hugged me. “You okay?” he asked.
“You’re too big,” I gasped out.
“Relax,” he soothed. “This is what you asked for, remember?”
Yes, I had.
Soon, I would be filled with both men.
But for now, I needed to settle into the intensity, the searing of body and mind.
Shay continued to hold me with a reassuring strength.
I widened my thighs and Faulkner stepped between them.
“Ready?” he asked, glancing at Shay as though checking in with him, too.
