The Rightful Lord (The Saga Of Wolfbridge Manor Book 3) Sahara Kelly (free ebook reader TXT) 📖

Gabriel and Jeremy let their mouths rest on my nipples as I rode out the storm, and Evan withdrew on an audible sigh.

Harry kissed my mound, then laid his head just above, stroking my thigh with one hand.

We all paused, tangled, catching our breaths. Then they all moved, as if in concert, lifting me into a comfortable position.

Gabriel asked if I was all right.

“Oh yes,” I answered. I reassured them that I was very well indeed and ready to continue our game. They knew I did not refer to dice.

Harry looked at me and said he thought it was time for fucking. His words were blunt but so very erotic; I knew he wanted it, and my body shuddered at the thought, surprising me. But then again, I am insatiable when it comes to my gentlemen.

Evan gave a sweet smile and settled himself against my pillow, announcing his intention to watch.

Jeremy knelt at my side. He kissed me so gently and thoroughly I was once more aroused. Then he asked me to press my breasts together. Since I had already experimented with Gabriel in this way, I was eager and ready to do so, and we positioned ourselves so that Jeremy could slide his cock between them. I have to note how much I enjoy this; the sensation of a thick and hard cock slipping up and down, the skin pulling against mine…well, it is different and exciting and since it gives us both pleasure, a thing I believe I shall enjoy more often. I can touch my own nipples too, and now I’m unafraid to do so, knowing that such an action arouses the men watching me.

Jeremy took but a few moments to explode, his seed shooting up under my chin as I watched his face contort with passion. He is an amazing lover. It pleases me to be able to see the depth of his desire at such a moment.

Of course it left me sticky, but Gabriel was there with a cloth, and we all took a moment to touch and kiss and incidentally finish the brandy bottle. Our second.

Was I inebriated? Yes, and more than a little. But I still cannot say if it was truly the brandy, or the presence of my gentlemen that made my senses spin.

After that moment, Jeremy collapsed on the bed, smiling and panting and stroking my side and thighs. 

Truth to tell, I wasn’t sure what to do next, but the matter was taken out of my hands when Harry slid to the edge of the bed, pulled me with him and sat me on his lap facing him, his legs over the edge.

He glanced at Gabriel, exchanging some message I did not understand, but I let it pass, simply finding a comfortable spot. His cock was rigid, caught between us, thrust upward by my body. I asked if he was all right with me where I was, and he chuckled, informing me that he would be very shortly.

Gabriel, meanwhile, stood behind me, his hands soothing my back, rubbing me in the most delightful way. I felt something cool and slippery, and then the scent of roses wreathed around my nostrils. I recognised it as the salve I’d been given for my hands.

Gabriel stroked my spine and bottom as Harry lifted me onto his cock. His strength was evident as he slowly lowered me, easily filling me, stretching me, sliding through the sticky wetness his tongue had drawn from my body. My legs were pulled wide to either side and once inside, he leaned back, taking me with him. Almost kneeling, I let my weight down as he kept his body tight against mine.

I loved the feel of him so deep within me, and his hands on my hips, clasping my flesh, tugging and teasing. Then I felt Gabriel’s fingers touch me between my buttocks.

Slippery with the salve, he rubbed around my tightest place, sending shivers of pleasure through me and onto Harry’s cock. There was a groan - but truly I cannot say from whom. I know I gasped and gasped again as I felt something warm and hard press between my buttocks.

Scarcely had I chance to explore the sensation when Harry slid a hand between us and found that wonderful spot that always stirs me to madness. 

I moaned and then felt another intrusion. Gabriel was pressing inside me, slowly, gently, his path eased by the salve he’d spread so liberally. 

I believe I cried out, but not from pain, from the amazing sensation of fullness I was beginning to experience. This was not my first time encountering such a thing, but it certainly felt like it.

Harry continued to rub me gently, keeping his cock deep, and his eyes on mine. He freed one hand from my hip to tease my breast, knowing that I am very sensitive there and can even attain a release from the right stimulation.

At this time, however, I was so involved in the penetrations that my mind focussed less on coming and more on wondering at the stunning feelings taking place within me.

Perhaps if there was poetry within my head, I would have words adequate enough to describe the emotions coursing through me as these two men both shared my body, giving as much pleasure as they were taking.

There was no force, no fierce or savage plundering, just the sweet rhythmic penetration of two cocks into me. Me, Gwyneth, the woman who could never have even imagined being loved like this.

Was it uncomfortable? A little, until I became accustomed to Gabriel’s slide within my arse. And truly, there seemed to be as many wonderful sensations emanating from his intrusion as there were from Harry’s rigid length pleasuring me with gentle rocking.

Could they feel each other? It seemed likely, since within me I sensed a closeness when they both pressed