Page 114 of Fighting for Her Heart
My mouth widens in a silent moan as he penetrates, and then that moan grows audible as he thrusts. Axe leaves his arm strapped around my body and the other two men put their hands on my shoulders, holding me in place to let Axe land even deeper with each drive.
My vision fogs as I absorb the intense pleasure delivered by Axe’s rock-hard thickness. Sensory overload shifts all my body’s efforts into feeling what’s going on in my sex, leaving little left over for hearing or seeing or breathing.
Then just as I thought it couldn’t get better, Ryker’s index finger finds my clit, then Zuben’s does too, and the two of them work my swollen nub, rubbing on either side of it, then taking turns rolling it between their thumb and forefingers.
It’s all so amazing. I can’t believe this act wasn’t choreographed, carefully planned out on their parts to give me maximum pleasure, and I start to believe that it was. It’s too perfect not to be.
One way or another, I’ve fully surrendered to their actions, not even trying to play an active role myself.
My orgasm explodes, pulsing hard and fast around Axe, but before I can follow it to fruition, the men lift me and onto Ryker’s rod, and my climax continues, renewing and heightening, starting again with the change in sensations, then I’m shifted again, and it’s Zuben’s cock that I’m convulsing around, and then Axe’s.
I thought I’d surrendered before, but I hadn’t begun to give myself over. Now, this—the three of them passing me between them, thrusting hard and then switching, each taking turns in my cunt and stimulating my clit, all with the water falling down around us as I continue to climax in an orgasm that feels like it may never end—this is what it means to surrender to pleasure.
I feel suspended, like I’m underwater, like the entire shower room has filled and I’m drifting between them, impaled whenever the current moves me onto one of their cocks, until a swell lifts me off that cock and onto the next, each change raising my pleasure even higher.
I’ve had long orgasms before, but this experience is taking it to new levels. My inner contractions start to slow, more like an erratic occasional pulsing now, and my mind clears enough to realize that Axe is inside me again. I’m facing away from him and all three men are holding me, stroking me, lifting and lowering me over Axe’s thrusting pelvis.
The sound of the water changes. Ryker looks into my eyes with mischief, and then holds up a handheld shower nozzle. He and Zuben each hold one of my legs spreading them as Axe continues to slowly drive inside me, and then Ryker starts roaming all over my body with the shower nozzle. Its jets are unbelievably stimulating like a water massage.
Closing my eyes, I bliss out again, not wanting to see where he plans to move the nozzle next. I’m rewarded as he starts circling it low on my belly, just above my sex. The sensations from Axe’s cock inside me grow stronger, almost as if Axe can feel the power of the pounding water on his cock through my body.
The jets drift lower, flicking over my clit, and I feel like I’m almost ready to climax again, but I don’t want to, this delicious build up is so good I don’t want it ever to end.
Then the jets change, turning harder and sharper, pulsing, and Ryker works the water all over my body again, a new hydrotherapy that gives my clit a brief rest. I jump, my body jerking as he brushes the sharp jets of water over my nipples, again and again.
“I’m going to blow,” Axe growls behind me. “Ready?”
I’m about to nod, but don’t get the chance. He wraps both hands over my thighs from behind, holding them spread open and using them to keep me where he wants me. And then the depth, speed and intensity of Axe’s thrusts increases.
His hot seed shoots inside me, reawakening my vaginal walls, stimulating them with his vampiric essence. Another intense orgasm strikes.
Ryker—or Zuben, I can’t be sure anymore—moves the pulsing sharp jets to rest right over my clit. I cry out, my body shaking and writhing trying to get away from the stimulation and move closer to it all at the same time.
I lean against Ryker, my mouth open in a silent scream as I come, over and over, as my body draws Axe’s huge cock and what feels like buckets of his come into my body, allowing him to slide easier, faster, harder.
I’m not sure I can take anymore. But I do. Again, I surrender, a slave to my orgasm, my body a puppet in the men’s hands.
I’m panting uncontrollably, hands stroking my body everywhere, my insides pulsing and vibrating, then I realize I’m no longer impaled on Axe’s cock. And the jets are no longer pounding my clit. But all of that was so intense it takes my body a while to catch up once it ends.
Instead, I’m on Zuben’s lap as he sits on one of the tiled benches, rocking me as all three of the men gently stroke my skin.
I open my eyes and look into each of theirs in turn, hoping to convey with my gaze what I feel in every cell in my body, especially what I feel in my heart.
“You okay?” Ryker asks.
I nod. “Better than okay. That was amazing.” My vaginal walls continue to contract, but I realize that it’s not an orgasm now, it’s me. I’m contracting and releasing them over and over, trying to recreate the feeling, like my cunt is starved for more action.
“More?” I say looking into Ryker’s eyes, then glancing to each of the others.
Ryker chuckles, deep in his chest, and it’s the sexiest, best sound I’ve ever heard.
“What would you like us to do?” Axe cups my face and bends to kiss me, and I hungrily draw his tongue against mine, milking it like my body milked his cock.
I break away. “I wish…”
“What?” he looks into my eyes when I pause. “Tell us what you most wish for?”
“I wish there was a way I could take all of you at the same time. I mean, what we just did, moving me between you like that? It was amazing, but…”
