Page 80 of My Favorite Secret
“Agreed.” Tyler’s hands tighten on my hips and he thrusts up with more force, drawing out a blissful cry from me. “That’s it, baby. Let us hear how good you feel.”
I try to increase my speed, but I’m so new at this, so unskilled, that my movements make Tyler lose depth. He grips my ass and shoves me down, impaling me on his cock at a faster pace. Up and down. Up and down. It’s both painful and blissful, and I burst with a moan, loving him being so deep at this speed. It unleashes something feral within me, needing more, aching to come. I push him onto his back, planting my hands on his chest for leverage.
What we were doing up until this point was making love. Now, we’re fucking.
“That’s it, Harper,” Felix purrs. “I can see how desperate you are. How much you like sex. Make your pussy feel good. You’re desperate to be filled with his cum, aren’t you? I want to see him fill you up. I want to see it leaking out of you. Ride him faster and make him come.”
My pussy tightens at Felix’s words. They’re so fucked up and yet I love it. He’s seeing me in my most vulnerable state, watching me give myself over to pleasure. It only heightens the experience.
I begin to ride Tyler with more vigor, my hips swiveling in rapid motions. My tits bouncing. He’s groaning, his hips working in time with mine.
I look down at myself, wanting to watch where Tyler’s cock enters me, but am shocked by the sight of my lower half, covered in Tyler’s filthy handprints of dirt and grass. Both of us are a mess, the dirt sticking to the sweat we’re working up. There’s blood between my thighs and on Tyler’s lower torso.
He’s covered in my virgin blood. The sight is darkly intimate, almost ceremonial. My pussy clenches, aroused by the way my blood marks him, like a ritual of claiming.
“It’s fucking hot,” Tyler grits out, and I realize he’s talking about my blood.
We’re a mess, yet I love how raw this moment is, the two of us fucking like animals in the heart of this maze.
“Harder,” Felix commands, watching where Tyler enters me. “Show me how much you want this, Harper.”
I ride Tyler faster, feeling my orgasm approach.
“Look at that perfect ass and tits bouncing up and down,” Felix says. “Little Sinner. You’re earning that name right now. She’s working so hard, bro. So desperate for an orgasm. You want Tyler’s cum in you?”
“Yes,” I moan.
Tyler rubs my clit, clenching his teeth and struggling to speak. “She’s going to come. She’s so fucking tight. You can do it, baby.”
My hips buck frantically as the coil of pleasure inside me winds tighter and tighter.
“Don’t hold back any longer,” Felix encourages. “Be a good girl for me and Tyler and come all over his cock.”
His words send me over the edge. My orgasm crashes into me and my inner walls clamp down on Tyler’s dick. My body is trembling. The sounds coming out of my mouth are high pitched and like nothing I’ve ever heard from myself before, but I can’t control it.
The orgasm is so different to any other I’ve experienced. It’s stronger. I know it’s because of the vulgar act I’m performing in this maze and how there’s no shred of embarrassment left within me. I’ve surrendered and am indulging in the things my body needs. Sex and love, and that’s exactly what my two men are giving me.
As soon as my orgasm fades, Tyler rolls me onto my back, getting me beneath him, and starts pounding into me. Our bodies slap together with each thrust. I look up at him, dazed from my orgasm but adamant to memorize every detail about this moment. The groans he makes. The way his muscles flex with overexertion. The tension in his jaw. The way his brows pull together, like he’s almost in pain. The way he looks at me, completely addicted.
“Fuck, Harper,” Tyler groans as his hot cum spills into me. It’s the loudest, deepest sound I’ve heard from him. He’s filling me up, and I feel so complete, always having needed this from Tyler even if I hadn’t realized until recently.
As Tyler’s thrusts start to slow, I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. With one final groan, he collapses on me. Tyler’s breath is heavy against my ear. His chest rises in fast, labored movements. We’re both exhausted and lay here, catching our breath.
“You okay, Princess?” he whispers after a long moment of rest, returning his lips to mine in a tender kiss.
“More than okay.”
I tilt my head, looking at Felix for the first time since my orgasm.
The depravity within him makes me gulp. He’s staring at me with those green snake eyes. They scare me and yet I love everything about them.
“You are going to get fucked senseless, HarperWinslow.” Without looking away from me, he redirects his words to Tyler. “Help our girl up. Take care of her. She needs it after that performance.”
With reluctance, Tyler pulls out of me and dresses himself. He helps me to my feet, but I can barely stand, I’m so limp from my orgasm.
“Sit with Felix while I gather your clothes.” He carries me to the stone bench, kissing me each step of the way.
Felix holds me tight on his lap, meeting me with a gentle kiss. “Your post-orgasm bliss is cute. Are you seriously going to be like this after every orgasm you have with the two of us?”
