Tymber Dalton - Hernando Heat

Mason laughed as he walked into the kitchen from the back porch. “We might keep you up rather late.” He stood behind her with his hands on her hips. She felt his hard erection pressing into her ass through his trousers.

Heat swelled inside her. Just being in their arms did things to fuel her need for them.

Joe led her to her bedroom where the men wasted no time helping her out of her housecoat before they stripped and joined her in bed. They laid her on her back as Joe crawled between her legs. Mason stretched out next to her, passion burning deep in his eyes.

When he kissed her, she melted against him, enjoying the feeling of being owned by the men. Then Joe used his hands to spread her folds open. With the lightest of touches, he started flicking her clit with his tongue. Mason swallowed her passionate cries, chuckling as she grabbed onto him and dug her fingers into his arm.

He lifted his mouth from hers. While he spoke to Joe, his gaze never left hers. “Don’t stop doing that. She really seems to like it.”

Joe chuckled between her legs, the sensation sending even more pinwheels of need spinning through her. What he did wasn’t enough to drive her over the edge, just drive her crazy with desire.

“Please!” she softly begged.

Mason stroked her chin. “Please what, sugar?”

“Please make me come!”

“I don’t know, Joe. What do you think?”

Joe chuckled again, but this time he sucked her clit between his lips, flicking it harder with his tongue and shooting her over the edge like a falling star. Her back arched, and Mason crushed her lips with his, fucking her mouth with his tongue.

When it became too much, too intense, and she tried to push Joe’s head away, Mason grabbed her arms and pinned them over her head. “No you don’t, sweetheart,” he growled. “You let him make you keep coming. We promised to take care of you, and that’s what we’re going to do.”

Helpless, she could do nothing but lay there and tremble, crying out as wave after wave crashed over her, more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before. Pleasure so strong it brought tears to her eyes as she squirmed and thrashed against Mason.

Finally, Joe relented, planting a final kiss on her mound before he sat up. She went limp on the bed and gasped for breath as the men chuckled.

“Do you think I warmed her up enough?” Joe asked.

Mason laughed. “I think so.” He released her arms and sat up, exchanging places with Joe. Joe sat against the head of the bed with a pillow behind him for support. She rolled over and crawled between his legs. Once in position, she licked the head of his rigid cock. Salty drops of pre-cum oozed from the slit, rewarding her with a taste of things to come.

Mason knelt between her legs and nudged her knees farther apart. When he slipped two fingers inside her wet cunt, he found her more than ready for him. “I’m going to fuck you so good, baby. I want you to suck him deep while I fuck you. We’re going to fill you full of our cum on both ends.”

She happily moaned around Joe’s cock. He plunged his hand into her strawberry-blonde tresses, gently guiding her mouth up and down on his cock. She loved the feeling of being totally owned and helpless like this, loved and cherished while at the same time firmly reminded of who was in charge.

They were in charge, of her body and her heart.

Mason lined up the head of his cock at the opening of her cunt. “Get ready for me, baby.” He thrust his hips forward, sinking all the way in to the hilt. With his hands on her hips, he started thrusting hard, fucking her possessively.

“Don’t hold back, Joe,” Mason breathlessly warned. “I won’t last long. She’s so damn tight it’s like she’s squeezing it out of me.”

Joe laughed and thrust his hips up. “Don’t worry, I won’t be long.”

Lust took her to dizzying heights as Mason’s cock hit a sweet spot inside her. At this rate, she’d be coming with them. She used her tongue and lips to suck Joe’s cock, eagerly trying to massage his juices out of him. The thought of having one of them filling each end of her at the same time was the thought that finally pushed her over the edge.

She loudly moaned as her climax hit. The feeling of her muscles clamping down on Mason’s large cock only intensified the sensation. Her moans triggered Joe’s release.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby!” His grip on her head strengthened as he thrust deep, shooting his semen into her throat, filling her mouth with his tangy seed.

Mason didn’t hesitate. With one final, deep, hard thrust, he buried himself all the way to her womb as his hot jism coated her insides.

Damp with sweat and breathless, the three of them collapsed on the bed with Katie sandwiched between her men. Mason spooned behind her, his arm slung over her waist. She tucked her head against Joe’s shoulder, her legs twined with his.

“Love you both,” she whispered before a large yawn hit.

The men laughed. Joe kissed her forehead. “Love you, too, baby.”

Mason kissed the back of her neck. “Love you, too.”

Katie crashed into a deep, dreamless sleep.

With the stress of dealing with the Dorchesters behind her for now, Katie decided to take her men up on their offer of a picnic. Sunday morning, she carefully extricated herself from them and pulled on a housecoat. She was in the kitchen when the men both stumbled out to find her a short time later.

“What are you doing, sweetie?” Joe asked as he pulled her against his naked body to give her a good morning kiss.

“Yeah,” Mason said, patiently waiting for his turn and planting a kiss on her. “We woke up and you were gone.”

The sight of their bodies was almost enough to make her want to drag them back to bed, but she remembered the promised picnic. “I decided you two were right. We need to take a day of leisure. I’d like to see that swimming hole you were telling me about. I’m making us a lunch to take.”

Both men smiled. “Now you’re talking, sweetheart,” Joe said. “How about we go after breakfast?”

Mason surveyed the counter. “What is for breakfast?”

She smiled. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you eggs and hotcakes. You two go get some clothes on.”

“Maybe you should take your clothes off, Katie,” Mason teased.

She swatted at him with her apron. “We’ll never get going if you don’t let me finish fixing the food.”

Joe caught her from behind, pinning her arms to her side. “I got her,” he crowed.

Mason knelt in front of her and ducked under her housecoat. He pushed her legs apart, and she was about to protest when his mouth latched on to her clit.

It took the fight out of her. Thank goodness Joe was holding her, because she sagged against him as a loud moan escaped her.

“I think you got her attention, Mason,” Joe said with a laugh.

Just when she thought she was getting close to coming, Mason stopped what he was doing and sat up with a playful smile. “Maybe that’ll keep you focused, baby.”

She whined. “You can’t stop now!”

Joe stood her up on her feet, even though she swayed a little unsteadily when he released her. “Oh, yes he can. You want more of that, you have to wait until the picnic.”

She didn’t miss Joe’s cock had hardened, too. She wanted to drop to her knees, God help her, and service both of them with her mouth and hands.

Better yet, she wanted both of them to fuck her at the same time again.

Molten heat washed through her. She had to reach out to the table for support as she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“You okay, baby?” Mason asked.

“You’re both mean,” she whispered, her hand fluttering up to her neckline and pulling it open to give her some air. “To get me so frustrated and not give me relief.”