Page 57 of Necessary Roughness
“Incredible,” Knox said, grabbing a handful of my ass and pulling me closer. “I was hoping to fuck you tonight, but that was even better.”
“Then you’re in luck,” I said, stretching my arms over my head. “Go get that bottle of wine and we can prepare for round two.”
“On it,” Logan said, practically sprinting out of the room. I could hear his footsteps shaking the house as he ran into the kitchen.
“Wide receivers,” Knox said with a wry grin. “They’re good at running away.”
“I don’t mind, as long as he comes back.”
“Until then…” Knox’s eyes narrowed seductively.
Knox threw me onto the bed, tore off my panties, and then buried his face in between my legs. I sighed into the sheets as Logan returned with the wine, gasping when he saw what was going on.
“You started without me.”
“As long as we don’tfinishwithout you,” I purred, “do you mind?”
He took a long swig directly from the bottle of wine. “Hell no I don’t.”
Knox paused from eating me out to drink some wine, and to let me take a swig, before returning to his task. While he worked, Logan planted kisses all over my upper body—my mouth, my neck, the tops of my breasts. Their enthusiasm turned me on almost as much as their lips and tongues and fingers, and soon I was arching my back on the bed and holding Knox’s head between my legs.
“Don’t stop. Yes.Yes. Right there, yes, please, oh please…ohhhhh!”
The orgasm was intense, with half a dozen little aftershocks while Knox sucked on my clit. Eventually it was too much, so I grabbed his hair and pulled him away.
“Too much?” he said, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
“Exactly the right amount,” I said. “But now for what Ireallywant.”
The two of them spent the next hour fucking me. They fucked me in every position imaginable, taking turns like they were made to share a woman. Unlike the beginning of the evening with the blowjobs, nowtheywere in control. They bent me over, held me down, manhandled me in a way that satisfied a deep, primal part of my womanhood.
I was theirs to use how they pleased, and they were takingfulladvantage of it.
By the time the two of them eventually exploded inside me, I’d had three more orgasms. My entire body felt like putty, and I laid out on Logan’s bed and sighed happily while they took turns cleaning up their come-filled condoms in the bathroom down the hall.
I couldn’t believethiswas my life.
Glancing at the wine, I decided to get a glass—and snacks. I pulled my dress on, not bothering with the zipper, and went out into the kitchen. My legs felt like rubber. I was going to sleepgreattonight.
I was too busy thinking about everything we’d just done that I didn’t notice Roman sitting in the big leather recliner in the corner.
“Above the sink,” came his voice, deep like a rumbling thunderstorm.
I jerked in surprise. “Huh?”
“Wine glasses. Cabinet above the sink.”
“Thanks,” I said, standing on my tip-toes to retrieve one. “How’d you know?”
“Saw Logan leave with only the bottle.”
“Ah.” I glanced toward the broad linebacker. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants and nothing else.
“What happened to the tank top?” I asked.
“You’re one to talk,” he replied. “Nice corset. And thong.”
I winced. My dress was still unzipped all the way down my back.
