Free Pleasing Sir by Delilah Devlin Page B

His cock was like a steel rod inside her, so he had to be aroused. However, his arms held her effortlessly; his belly remained rigid against hers. Not a single shiver racked his body—
    not like the palsied quivers working all along the length of her channel.
    Then Morgan pulled the vibrator out of her ass and tossed it away. Latex snapped.
    His body came up snugly against her back, and his hands parted her, this time to allow his cock to seek her back entrance.
    Billy leaned slightly back, bringing her with him, letting her legs swing slightly forward, just enough to expose her asshole for Morgan. His cock pushed against her, the blunt crown sliding in lubricant, but still so broad she felt as though a post was shoving up inside her. Her muscles burned and stretched.
    She closed her eyes tightly and placed her cheek against Billy’s, seeking comfort he hadn’t offered. Billy surprised her by nuzzling her ear, and then he bit the lobe, distracting her as Morgan pushed past her tight ring.
    Raelie groaned.
    “Fuck,” Morgan breathed. “Goddamn tight up there.”
    She’d have laughed if she could have. Her ass burned, but she was so full of cock she was nearly delirious.
    Two sets of hands, one at her waist, the other at her hips, clutched her tightly as the men began to move against her. Billy withdrew as Morgan shoved deeper, each of his strokes causing her fingers to graze his belly. Then Billy stroked in while Morgan retreated. The tandem motions, although rhythmic, weren’t soothing in the least.
    They built a fire inside her, stoked her head with sensory-rich details that confused and overwhelmed her. If her hands had been free, she would have wrapped them around Billy and to hell with his stricture not to fold her legs around him, because she would have crawled all over him to ease the emotions slamming through her with each hard, measured thrust.
    They demolished her composure and left the walls she’d constructed to protect her pride in crumbling ruins.
    Moisture tracked down her face, and she didn’t know she was crying until Billy muttered something, and both their bodies stilled.
    Morgan freed her hands, and despite the pain she felt as she moved the numbed limbs, she thrust them around Billy’s neck and leaned her face against his chest, holding him tight, squeezing with all her strength, until he hugged her back.
    “It’s okay, baby girl,” he whispered. “Shhhh….”
    “Want us to stop?” Morgan said next to her ear.
    Raelie sniffed. Had they forgotten about the goddamn ball-gag? She raised her face and slapped Billy’s cheek with the ball.
    His head reared back, and his eyes narrowed on her expression.
    She wished she’d thought to school her features into an appropriately submissive mask, because she knew the instant he realized that she wasn’t crying because they’d pushed her too far. She was crying from frustrated anger.
    A one-sided smile crept across his face. “Baby’s got her grit back, Morgan. Let’s show her we aren’t the kind to let a disobedient woman off the hook. Not over a few crocodile tears.”
    Raelie screamed against her gag and swung her legs, nailing his knees and calves with the edge of her heels.
    Billy grimaced then thinned his lips. “Got her?”
    Morgan wrapped an arm around her middle. Billy pulled out of her, leaving her still impaled with Morgan’s cock up her ass.
    Morgan bent his legs and her feet touched the ground. Billy cupped her breasts and her glance rose to give him another furious glare, but he pinched her nipples, squeezing them painfully hard between his fingers and his thumbs. He used the pressure to pull her down until she bent at the waist, her face level with his cock.
    “Put your hands on my hips, Miss Wood,” Billy said.
    Because he still pinched her nipples, she didn’t have any choice. She clutched the notches of his hips and glanced up.
    He released her nipples and she gave a muffled moan as blood flooded the tips, engorging them.