N. Walters - Embroidered Fantasies

He made a growling noise and nipped at her hipbones. His playfulness surprised a laugh from her. He shot her a wicked grin before dipping his head between her legs and licking her clit. He raised his head. “Tasty.”

She felt her cheeks grow warm. There was an honest, earthy air about both these men that made this feel natural, even if it was still slightly embarrassing. She might get used to it. Say in twenty years’ time. In the meantime, she’d have a heck of a lot of fun.

Radnor worked his fingers out of her ass, leaving her feeling empty. “It’s time.” Sednar thought it was a miracle his balls hadn’t burst or he hadn’t spilled his seed.

Roxanne was so naturally sexy. Every breath, every moan, every quiver of her body was as good as a stroke over his cock.

When she’d cupped the back of his head, her fingers sliding through his hair, he’d had to fight back tears, which was why he’d done something playful to make them both laugh. The feel of her lips as she’d kissed him, the taste of her cream as he’d licked her.

There was no way to describe how she made him feel.

Roxanne was everything. She was hope for the future. He could easily imagine her belly swollen with child. His cock jerked in agreement, fluid seeping from the slit. He was more than ready to claim her.

He eased down beside her on the mattress and pressed a quick kiss against her lips.

“Straddle me.” He took no offense when she glanced at Radnor first, waiting for his nod before sitting up.

Radnor helped her turn around and swing her leg over him. The slick folds of her pussy brushed against his shaft. Sednar couldn’t hold back the groan of pleasure. “So wet and soft,” he muttered. “Put me inside you.”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock and he almost came on the spot. He gritted his teeth and thought about the tally for the harvest yields as she rose up on her knees and guided his cock head to her opening. When the tip sank into her heat he felt a bead of sweat roll down his temple. If he didn’t get inside her, it would soon be too late.

He wanted her too badly.

She bit her bottom lip, her face a study in concentration as she eased over his shaft.

She looked sexy and utterly adorable. He wanted to smother her in kisses. All he could do was grip the sheets. If he grabbed her hips, he’d yank her down on top of him and she had to do it. It had to be at her pace, not his.

The fabric beneath his fingers ripped as she took the last inch of him into her.

“Yesss,” he hissed, feeling as though he’d finally come home. He’d had her before, but this was different. This was for forever.

Sednar’s cock filled her to bursting. She’d forgotten just how big he was. She squirmed on his chest, trying to get comfortable. The sound of fabric ripping startled her. Then his hands were around her waist, holding her in place. He reared up and buried his face between her breasts. His breathing was choppy and she sensed he was near the end of his control.

She waited, not daring to move. A few deep breaths later, he eased his head back and slowly lowered himself back down on the mattress.

Roxanne could sense Radnor behind her, patiently waiting. His cock was pressed against the base of her spine, pulsing as blood pumped to the area, keeping him hard.

“Ready,” he whispered in her ear.

She nodded. She wanted this more than anything. Wanted to be able to take them both at once, to prove to them that she wanted them equally.

“I’ve put some of the salve on my cock. It will help ease my way. Just breathe and try to relax.”

Easier said than done.

“Lean forward,” Sednar urged. She planted her hands on either side of his shoulders and lowered herself.

She heard Radnor shift behind her, felt the cool breeze on her ass as he parted the globes and probed against the opening with his cock. The tip slid in easily. She took a deep breath, held it for a moment and then released it.

Sednar’s cock pulsed deep inside her, filling her sheath to overflowing. Her inner muscles contracted, pulling him deeper.

“Your cunt is so tight and hot.” His raw words made her shiver.

“Her ass is even tighter.” Radnor’s hands wrapped around her hips as he eased himself deeper. “I’ve never felt anything this fucking good.” She’d never felt anything like this either. Both men were filling her until she was certain there was no more room. Still, Radnor carefully pushed a bit deeper. She gritted her teeth to keep from crying out. It hurt, but in a good way.

Radnor shifted his hands from her hips to her breasts, molding them in his large hands. She could feel the heat of his chest against her back. The two brothers surrounded her, front and back. They were so strong, so powerful. Yet she had power too.

It was a heady feeling. She purposely squeezed the muscles of her pussy and ass tight. Sednar groaned. Radnor swore.

“I can’t wait.” Radnor sounded as though he was in pain. He leaned down and nipped at her nape as he began to slowly work his cock in and out of her ass. Only an inch or so, but it was incredible. The combination of the heat from him and the herbal mixture seeped into her flesh, exciting her even further.

Using his hold on her waist, Sednar rocked her over his cock, moving in time with Radnor. Both of them were careful with her. Heat flooded her core. Her skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her breasts ached. She shoved them deeper into Radnor’s hands and he caught her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed.

She was so close.

They rocked a little harder now. Sednar shoved one of his hands between them and found her clit, stroking it with his index finger. They filled her one more time. It was enough. Roxanne splintered into a thousand pieces.

She cried out. Her body quivered, her inner muscles squeezing their cocks. Sednar gave a cry and she felt the flood of his release inside her. Radnor thrust twice more.

Then he yelled her name, his fingers closing tight around her breasts as he came.

Unbelievably, she felt another wave of ecstasy wash over her. She came a second time. She couldn’t catch her breath. The room dimmed around her and she slumped onto Sednar’s chest. He said her name but she couldn’t answer. Her body shook and shivered.

Radnor carefully withdrew from her and she couldn’t hold back a moan, part pleasure, part pain. She was lifted and Sednar slid from her channel, leaving her empty.

But not alone. Strong arms held her. She sighed and allowed them to take care of her.

A damp cloth appeared from out of nowhere. She knew one of them must have gone for it. Radnor. She knew it even as she knew it was Sednar holding her. Even with her eyes closed, she had no problem telling them apart.

The cloth was cool and damp on her swollen pussy and on her behind. Radnor murmured to her as he cleaned her. Soft noises that meant nothing and yet everything.

The mattress depressed and she was passed from one set of massive arms into another.

She snuggled against Radnor’s chest and sighed. It was difficult but she forced herself to open her eyes. There was something important she had to tell them. Something she’d promised herself she would do when she thought she was going to die.

She raised her head and blinked. Radnor’s hair was mussed, his face flushed, but he looked completely and utterly relaxed. She’d done that. Roxanne smiled at him before turning to Sednar. The two thin braids he wore kept his hair a little less tangled, but it still looked like he’d spent some time rolling around in bed. She didn’t want to contemplate what she looked like.

Not that it mattered. Not with both men looking at her like she was the best thing since sliced bread. Her nipples tingled.