Destiny Calls Samantha Wayland (the first e reader .txt) 📖

up through her body by the incredible pressure. So good. So good so good so good.

Patrick was a wizard. He knew just what she could take and how fast she could take it. She thought she might burst into flames each time he thrust deep and spread his fingers, loosening her muscles, the burn and stretch just on the good side of pain.

And still she wanted more. She wanted Patrick"s long, thick, gorgeous, enormous cock buried in her ass to the hilt.

Now.

Trying to suppress the grunts that Patrick was forcing out of her, she tucked her knees higher, careful of Brandon"s ribs. She arched her back, canting her hips up to Patrick while grinding her clit down on Brandon"s pelvic bone. Patrick increased the pressure still more.

Brandon"s cock twitched inside of her. “God, I can see on your face how good it feels.” His voice was hoarse.

“It"s incredible. He"s got…” she paused, gulping air, “he"s got amazing hands.

And—” She couldn"t stop another moan as Patrick pushed deeper still, stretching his fingers apart and pushing her to her very limits. “And it gets even better.” Brandon, his face taut, his eyes hungry, stared up at her. She tried to smile down at him, but given that she no longer had control over most parts her body, it was probably little more than a grimace. When Patrick abruptly pulled all three fingers from her, she could only close her eyes. A moment later, a cold flood of lube filled her ass.

“Just wait, Brandon. Just wait until it"s your turn,” she said, her voice little more than a reverent whisper.

Brandon shook beneath her and she knew how much he wanted it. She wanted to be there, to watch Brandon"s face the first time Patrick shoved that big cock up his ass.

She knew how incredible it could be and she wanted that for Brandon.

She stopped thinking about that, stopped thinking about anything, stopped breathing when Patrick"s hands gripped her hips, held her still, and the smooth head of his cock pressed to her back entrance. She could feel the ring of muscles guarding her ass was ready, stretched and accepting. Even so, there was a moment of resistance. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out fast, releasing the tension that held Patrick"s invasion at bay.

The head slipped in, locked into her body. Where she wanted it.

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Aside from the tremendous pleasure, the burning pressure that she loved, the pounding of her heart, there was the peace of knowing she was exactly where she belonged.

Patrick wasn"t in the mood to linger, thank Christ, since she wasn"t in the mood to dissect what she was feeling. His hips immediately began a series of short, sharp thrusts that sawed his thick shaft further and further into her, stretching her. She gasped in time with Patrick"s movements. Brandon was breathing synchronized to theirs too, his eyes narrowed as Patrick rocked her body on top of his.

Patrick"s cock got thicker as it neared the base and her ass felt stretched to the limit already. She knew he was barely more than halfway in, knew what was to come. At this rate, she"d lose her mind before he sheathed himself fully.

She wasn"t in the mood to wait. She wanted all of him. Now.

Without warning Patrick, she bore down and pushed back against his cock, muscles blooming. On his next plunge, he sank all the way in.

That was what she wanted.

Brandon"s eyes snapped open. “Sweet Jesus, I can feel you. God, Patrick, I felt your cock run along mine. Jesus.” He gulped, his gaze swiveling to hers. “He"s making you even tighter. Shit. He"s…he"s…”

Destiny"s lips quirked as he trailed off, his eyes vague. Brandon was no longer capable of speech, not that she blamed him. She didn"t know what to think, let alone have the ability to articulate it.

She"d thought this would be fun. An adventure. She hadn"t anticipated it would be this. She could feel both men moving within her, shifting above and beneath as they settled into her. Her body fought to adjust, to accept, the tension singing through her.

The rush was fierce, a natural high that stole her focus and spun her head. She thought she might like to float like this forever, but she shook her head to clear it instead.

She didn"t want to miss a minute.

From one deep breath to the next her muscles relaxed and Patrick"s hips came to rest more firmly against her ass, his weight bearing her down onto Brandon.

Patrick wrapped himself around her back and buried his face in her hair, his panting breath tickling the sensitive hairs before his teeth clamped down on the nape of her neck. She knew he was trying to find his control. She didn"t know why—she had no intention of letting him retain it.

Eventually, he released her. “God, Des. You"re always so hot and tight. You can"t believe how beautiful you are. And now…God, I can feel Brandon in your pussy. It"s fucking incredible.”

She was happy for him. For Brandon too. She really was. But by god, she had other priorities. “Please.” She begged, wriggling her hips. “Please, Patrick. Brandon. Fuck me.

I need you to fuck me. Now.”

They didn"t need to be asked twice.

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Patrick rose, his hands trailing down her back until he was kneeling behind her. For the time it took her to take a deep breath, to prepare and wonder what it was she"d begged for, Patrick held still. Then he began to thrust. Hard.

Thank god.

Anchoring her elbows on the mattress, she lifted her chest off Brandon and pulled herself forward, Brandon"s cock running along the tight walls of her vagina, every inch sending a world of pleasure arching through her body. She hadn"t expected that she"d be tighter because of Patrick"s huge presence in her ass. Hadn"t considered what that would mean.

She whimpered when the ridge of Brandon"s swollen head ran over her G-spot. Yes.

Just there.

It took her a couple tries, but eventually she timed