Page 42 of Witch's Exile
"Get your ass over here," I growled at him. Sal made no move to stop fucking me and watching Raum's eyes drink me in only sent my pleasure even higher.
"Yes, ma'am." He stalked over to me like a predator, his hands falling to the knot at the towel and slowly pulling it apart.
The towel fell to the floor and he took his semi-hard cock in his fist, steadily stroking himself as he watched Sal pound me on the counter.
Our eyes locked just as Sal adjusted his grip and crashed into me even harder, adding a new level of intensity that had me seeing stars and moaning his name.
Raum reached over, still stroking himself with the other hand, and swept his fingertips across my clit. I cried out louder, begging for release and in the back of my mind, hoping Seth heard every sound we were making.
A few more strokes of my clit, combined with his teeth grazing my shoulder and Sal's relentless fucking sent me crashing over the edge, screaming and trembling all the way.
Sal murmured something hot but unintelligible in my ear and slowly withdrew from me. My muscles convulsed around nothing and I reached to pull him back. I needed so much more. But he stepped away to lean against the counter beside me, his cock red and as stiff as concrete as he sucked in heavy breaths.
Raum stepped in between my trembling thighs and shot me a wolfish grin. His tanned length, fully engorged pressed against my vulva like a gentle kiss.
"Mind if I take over, baby?" he purred, sliding his hands up my thighs to my waist.
"Get inside me," I rasped. "Fuck me. Now."
He did. Teasing me at first, the bastard. He fucked me in short, shallow thrusts that left me begging for more, just how he liked me. He covered my mouth until I only let out soft whimpers, and then he gave me what I wanted.
With one hand gripping my hair at my scalp and the other arm wrapped completely around my waist, he angled me for maximum depth. Seth definitely heard my screams as Raum impaled me, lifting me off the counter to fuck me even deeper. My eyes rolled back as another orgasm built up like a volcano. All my control was gone. I could do nothing but take what was given to me. And he was giving me so fucking much.
Sal somehow reached between us to rub the hot button of my clit. I thrashed and shook with release for the second time while Raum stopped his thrusts, just seated himself fully inside me. The fullness of him intensified everything to the point of practically crying from pleasure.
He eased me gently back on the counter and gave me the softest, sweetest kiss. I only then realized that my lips were also trembling.
His forehead against mine, he looked over at Sal next to us. "How you feeling, brother?"
"Like I can maybe go a couple minutes without popping off," Sal grinned.
Raum chuckled and kissed me again, hotter and harder this time, before reluctantly stepping away. I was empty again, panting, sweating, and spread open on the kitchen counter.
"Hello again, beautiful."
Sal stepped up to me again, claiming my mouth passionately as he drew my inner thighs to his sides. He swallowed my moan as he pushed inside me gently at first, feeling for what I needed, then building up to deep, crashing strokes like before.
Next to us, Raum's hands moved across my back, my breasts, and my waist before once again settling at my clit.
They switched places two more times until I was absolutely exhausted and dizzy with pleasure. I couldn't make sense of anything except hands and mouths on me, cocks inside me, orgasming violently. These two men were incredible enough individually, but the way they fucked me together just made them exponentially hotter. Only these two could make me feel extra dirty and twice as treasured.
"I need another bath thanks to you two," Raum cracked as the three of us leaned against the counter, panting and spent like we just ran a marathon. "Might as well bring you fucks in there with me."
I grinned. I had yet to take a bath or shower with any of my guys. Giggling, I ran for the stairs heading up to the master bathroom with the gigantic tub. My boys followed, laughing while slapping my ass and groping for me as they chased me up the stairs.
And for a few blissful hours, I forgot all about the haunting stormy-eyed man tied up in my basement.
