Free Guarded for Pleasure by Lacey Thorn Page A

moment she spent with them made her long for more. More time, more sex, more everything. She didn’t want her time with them to ever end.
    “Are you sure?” Phil asked.
    She nodded her head. It felt right. She couldn’t explain it, but the desire filled her, and she couldn’t tamp it down.
    Rick pulled out of her pussy. “Christ, you are one hot package. Mouth, pussy, ass. Every inch of you is like a slice of heaven waiting to welcome a man home.”
    “So come back home,” she urged, pressing her ass back toward him. “You pick what slice you want.”
    “Are you certain about no condom?” he asked, and she felt him brush between her pussy lips again, gloriously unsheathed.
    “Yes,” she stated with a nod. “Unless you’re uncomfortable with it.”
    “Are you kidding? Bare back is a man’s greatest wish,” Rick crooned and lodged the head at her opening. “Hell, I’m about to come at the thought.”
    She glanced back over her shoulder at him. “Then make sure you fuck me right and take me with you.”
    With a grunt, he plunged deep. He hit her g-spot with every stroke. It felt wicked and so right. She screamed and moaned, reaching back to cup his hip as he rode her.
    “So good, baby. So fucking good,” he crooned as he pumped inside her.
    “Yes,” she agreed on a long cry. “So good.”
    “Gonna come, River. Going to fill this pussy up. Fuck, baby. Tell me you want it. Tell me.”
    “Give it to me,” she demanded. “Soak my cunt with it. I want it, Rick. I need it.”
    He jerked behind her, the cadence of his thrusts off balance. That wicked finger rode her clit again as he worked to bring her with him over the edge.
    “Come for me, River. I want to feel your pussy clenching around my cock, sucking my cum from me.” He breathed the words in her ear. Finger rubbing, cock thrusting. His lips smoothed over her neck, tracing a path down to where it met her shoulder. And there, on that ridge of muscle, he clenched his teeth, biting down and sending her screaming into orgasm.
    “Fuck, yeah, baby,” he panted. “Squeeze my cock. Milk it.”
    He groaned, slammed deep, jerked back and slammed deep once more. She could feel his cum spilling inside her, and it only made her orgasm that much better. It was indeed heaven.
    He stilled behind her, resting his head on her shoulder while his hands smoothed up and down her sides.
    “Now I know how Luke feels,” Rick muttered as he slipped free. Placing a kiss on her shoulder where he’d bitten her, he moved away to collapse on the carpet on his back.
    She smiled, liking the fact that she was leaving them in such a condition.
    “Still have some energy left for me?” Phil asked, dropping to sit beside her on the couch.
    “Always,” she promised.
    “Come here then,” he urged her, using his hands to help guide her over to straddle his thighs. “Ride my cock, River. Take what you want.”
    His words were hot and gave her the burst of sexual energy she needed. Rick’s cum had her well lubed to take Phil’s long, thick cock, and she sank easily down on him. They both moaned as she claimed every inch. Slowly, she slid up and down his shaft. Her hands rubbed over his shoulders while his played with her nipples.
    She built speed as the pleasure climbed once more inside her. A woman shouldn’t be capable of handling all the orgasms and pleasure these three men could dish out. But she could. She was. And damned if she didn’t want to experience it every day for the rest of her life. She shook those thoughts away for now, wanting to revel fully in the sensations of riding Phil’s cock.
    “You feel so good,” she purred.
    “That’s my line,” he panted. “Lift up a bit if you can. I want to taste your nipples.”
    She moaned and lifted as best she could, arching her back to press them forward. Her hands went back to rest on his knees, and she rode him harder, faster while he licked and tried to catch a bouncing nipple to suck. Thank God, he managed it.