Page 107 of Letters to the Lost

While part of me got turned on that they were talking about like that, the other part of me hated it. The thoughts in my head tell me that they are only using me, or that I’m just a warm hole to them.

They have never once made me feel like this, they show me every day how much they love me.

But.

Old feelings resurfaced, and while none of it is their fault, I wanted to let them continue to see where it went. If I would enjoy it. My conflicted feelings overrode any curiosity I have.

“I’m sorry Pumpkin,” Atlas apologizes from behind me, his arm wrapping around my waist, his head burrowing into my neck as he peppers me with small feather-light kisses.

“I’m sorry too Princess. We won’t ignore you again, I promise,” Zander reassures me, his hand reaching up to push away a stray strand of hair from my eyes.

“It’s ok. It’s not that I hated it, but I just didn’t want to be ignored the entire time. Part of it was hot, but…” I trail off trying to think of how to explain myself, “I’m not explaining myself correctly and I’m confusing myself. Part of me liked it and I want to try whatever you were doing but I think I need to be acknowledged every so often,” I finally manage to tell them.

Zander will only ever touch me if I’m 100% ok with something and while the others are the same, he never lets his control snap with me even when I want him to.

“Do you want us to still do it but for us to include you too sometimes?” he asks me, always willing to find a solution for me.

“Please.”

“Of course, Autumn. Whatever you need,” Zander reassures me, his hand gliding through my hair as he looks at me with his light blue eyes.

“I love you,” I tell him, “I love you both.”

“We love you too Pumpkin,” Atlas says, his lips still softly kissing across my shoulder.

“Let us distract you, Princess. Let us give you so many orgasms that your mind won’t be able to think of anything else,” Zander says, his hand now caressing my hip and ass, “God, I love your curves. The way my fingers can grab onto you drives me fucking wild.”

“So fucking beautiful,” Atlas agrees.

“Kiss your boyfriend Princess and open those legs for me. I believe we promised you lots of orgasms,” Zander demands in his dom voice, the deep timbre causing goosebumps to break out over my body.

My legs instinctively part with no thought for him as he positions himself between them. His face inches away from my exposed pussy.

This is what I love about scenes with Zander, my brain clears from all of the overthinking that constantly plagues me and my body complies with his every demand knowing that he’s only going to make me feel pleasure.

“She’s such a good listener isn’t she?” Atlas says from beside me before he pulls me in for a heated kiss.

Getting lost in the feeling of Atlas’s lips against mine, Zander's mouth latches on to my clit. My body arches into his mouth, the pleasure too much as he sucks and licks my pussy. His tongue thrusts into my entrance as he laps at my arousal. Atlas’s hands play with my breasts, his calloused fingers from playing the guitar plucking and flicking my pebbled nipples as he alternates between them.

The feeling of both of their hands and mouths on me drives me over the edge, my screams of pleasure swallowed by Atlas as he kisses me harder.

“Fuck. I love that noise, don’t you?” Zander says to Atlas from between my legs, a grin on his face as my arousal coats his stubbled beard.

“Almost as sweet as she tastes,” Atlas groans as he adjusts the bulge in his sweatpants.

“You know, it’s not fair that I’m naked and you aren’t,” I pout at them both.

“All you had to do was ask Pumpkin,” Atlas tells me as he and Zander both shuck off their clothes in record time.

“You want her pussy or her mouth?” Zander asks Atlas.

“Her pussy. While her mouth is perfect, I need to feel her pussy around my cock.”

Positioning me where he wants me, Zander grins down at me, my face inches from his thick cock as it weeps precum from the tip.

Unable to help myself, I lean forward and lick the salty liquid from his cock.

“I don’t remember telling you that you could touch me yet,” Zander reprimands me.

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