Page 24 of Single Mom's Undoing
Damon sets me on the sofa then the both of them lose the rest of their clothes.
“This is happening,” I whisper mostly to myself, pausing to admire their sculpted bodies.
Massive muscles ripped across their broad torsos. Broad shoulders and strong arms. A smattering of tattoos and battle scars. Naked and burning for me, their cocks huge and hard as rocks.
All for me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs, hands moving to cup my breasts.
“What do you want, Clara?” Carter asks, fully aware of his position of absolute power, while I tremble with yearning, desperate for more.
“Both of us?” Damon asks.
“Yes.”
Damon smiles and comes closer, stroking his cock as he watches me. “I’ll patiently wait my turn.”
I moan and look at Carter with a pleading gaze.
“Damn you, Clara,” Carter growls, equal parts aroused and furious.
He spears me with his full length, knees on the floor as his fingers dig into my hips. I whimper, stretched beyond mywildest dreams and filled to the brim by this magnificent mountain man. “It’s been so long. Oh, God.”
“You haven’t changed a bit,” he grunts, suddenly still, buried deep inside of me. “Still so fucking tight, wet, and hot. You were made for me, Clara.”
Damon sits beside me, guiding my hand to his cock. He kisses me deeply, and I stroke him in return, slowly but with a firm grip. Our gazes are locked, my breasts bouncing as Carter pounds into me, building up a rhythm.
“You were made forus,” Damon says and places his finger over my clit.
I stroke him tighter and faster as he lets his fingers work their magic, building up a shattering energy within me. I manage to look away from his brown, hypnotizing eyes so I can lose myself in Carter’s again.
“Every inch of you is mine, ours,” he says, fucking me deeper.
Harder. Faster.
Damon bites into the side of my neck, rubbing my clit until I explode. Carter thrusts himself into me, unleashing the beast within, and I lock my legs around his waist, welcoming every glorious inch.
I fall apart as Damon captures my mouth, muffling my cries of sweet ecstasy. Carter wraps his arms around me and kisses my breast while he continues to fuck me out of this world.
Everything turns white as I feel him stiffen inside me.
“You’re never leaving me again,” he pants, filling me with his seed.
“I don’t want to leave you again,” I whisper.
My mind goes numb, but it’s not over yet.
They switch places, Carter holding me, kissing me, letting my head rest on his chest, while Damon positions himself between my legs. To my astonishment, I’m still clenched, still pulsating, still yearning for more.
“God, you’re perfection,” Damon sighs, the tip of his bulging erection pressing into my wet, quivering entrance. I pull in a deep breath as he enters me.
“Carter’s right. You were made for us,” Damon says then kisses me on the lips. Carter stays quiet, watching, his ragged breath filling my ears with a familiar kind of music.
Our bodies are synced and singing. I raise my hips to meet Damon at every thrust, my pussy clenching with each movement. But I need more.
“Make me come again,” I moan, and Carter swiftly obliges.
He rubs my tender, swollen nub, while Damon pounds into me like the animal I knew he could be. I bring out the most feral part of him, and I love it.
