My cock twitches as I catch a glimpse of her lips glistening from arousal before she clenches her legs, hiding from me what’s mine.
As Bardhyl slides his arms around her waist, embracing her from behind, his large hands glide up and cup her perky breasts.
I use that moment to stand and lower my shorts. I step out of them, kicking them aside as I pull my T-shirt off, also tossing it behind me. Meira has the back of her head nestled against Bardhyl’s shoulder, moaning as he pinches her nipples between his fingers, tugging them.
Dropping onto my knees in front of my queen, I watch this gorgeous woman who is our soulmate, whom we almost lost. I’ll do anything to keep her safe and by our sides because losing one fated mate in a lifetime is more than I can survive. So I made the decision when Meira ran from us that I’ll give her everything I have. To remind myself this was my second chance. I put my sanity on the line, my future, my heart… and I don’t regret a thing.
I reach over and clasp her bent knees, running the tips of my fingers up to her hips, rousing her from her elation with Bardhyl. Sweeping my touch back down to her knees, I try to pry them apart, but the little minx resists me. She looks at me with a dirty little smile, and I lick my lips as Bardhyl laughs.
“You’re going to play hard to get?” I say, flicking Bardhyl a knowing look as my hands grab her hips.
In one quick movement, he shuffles back on his knees, his hands tucked under her armpits, holding her up as I swiftly lift her ass up and off the blanket.
The shock has her shifting to escape us, her breath hitching, and in her mistake, her locked knees fall apart. “Hey, two against one is no fair.”
“Who said anything about fairness?” Bardhyl murmurs, mirth in his voice, and he’s enjoying the show just as much as I am.
My pulse pumps harder, faster through my veins as her sweet, wet pussy reveals itself to me, her pink folds needing attention. Hands sliding under her asscheeks, I nudge my shoulder forward to spread her legs wider, which dangle over my shoulders now, and position myself right between her thighs, eye level with what’s mine.
She bucks for escape while she’s in the air, both of us kneeling, holding her. Despite her actions, she laughs. “Put me down.”
One swipe of my tongue over her sex, and her protest turns into a surrendering quiver. I inhale her perfumed scent that goes straight to my cock, my balls tightening, and I seal my mouth around her juicy offering and suck. She tastes sweet and so aroused, that I can’t stop from eating her like I’m devouring a peach.
Memories flood my brain of all the times I’ve claimed her, how they were too few and infrequent. What we shared is not enough and I have every intention of rectifying that. But the more I lick and drown in her pussy, the more all those thoughts fly out of my mind.
Bardhyl groans with his own growing arousal, mingling with Meira’s cries of pleasure. He gently lowers her shoulders and head to the blankets, while I grip her hips, latched on to her, holding her pussy nice and high. Her ass rests against my chest, so I take her weight.
He makes quick work of stripping, and his cock springs out of his shorts.
Meira reaches out for him. She sucks on her lower lip, then murmurs, “Come to me.”
I continue to lick and nibble on her inner lips. My tongue strokes her all the way down to her entrance, where I plunge into her.
She writhes beneath me, her legs quivering with the approaching climax. I feel it in her taste, in the swelling of her lips. Everything about her consumes me, while my need to release thunders through me.
Her body shudders as I slowly pull on her clit, and the image of her squirming and moaning undoes me. I invade every inch of her with my tongue, flicking with speed.
Her pelvis rocks against me with her mounting need.
She reaches over and palms Bardhyl’s thick shaft, pumping him back and forth. He roars, while I’m floating in my own fantasy. I can’t get enough of being buried face deep in her radiant throbbing core. This is everything I dream of. That saying about guys being an ass or tit lover… I’m a pussy man through and through.
The three of us bond in carnal desires, needing this pure connection after almost losing her. Unable to stop watching her, all I want is to hold her in my arms, never let go. She’s so beautiful, so innocent, so captivating.
Meira looks up at me, her expression overflowing with desire and confidence. She is no longer the scared girl whom Dušan brought to us from the woods, the girl who escaped Mad’s capture, the girl who kept running from us.
She is a goddess.
Her body quivers harder, her moans louder.
“Meira! Not yet. Don’t you think about cumming,” I command as I lick her sweet candy juice from my lips and chin. With her weight on me and holding her with one hand, I run two fingers across her spread offering. She’s velvety to the touch and so wet.
She turns over to look at me as she slips her lips over Bardhyl’s cock, taking him deep into that gorgeous mouth. Her fiery eyes drown on the edge of her orgasm. I see it in her eyes, how close she is.
Bardhyl pushes in and out of her mouth, and I sweep my touch down her slickness and press them into her opening. Her eyes widen as her inner walls clench around me, squeezing, and she moans from what’s coming.
“Not yet, Meira,” I remind her and I pull free just as Bardhyl slips out of her mouth.
Meira
The way Lucien says my name melts me, my whole body tightening. Those big, strong hands grasp my ass, his face buried between my thighs. My attention is glued on these two men’s bodies… powerful as steel, biceps bulging. There is something primal that makes the feminine side of me go crazy with lust over these men.
I try to respond, but only a faint moan slips over my throat as Lucien lowers my hips back to the blankets, and I want to scream. The ache deep inside me pulsing, and I’m out of my mind with holding on as they pause.
“That’s totally not fair,” I protest through gritted teeth, drawing my legs together to bring forward that exhilarating promise of pleasure.
“Not happening.” Lucien nudges my legs back open, holding them wide.
“I think she needs a bit more encouragement.” Bardhyl growls, a deep sound growing in his chest, one that reminds me of hunger.
“I’m ready to burst like a volcano.”
They exchange glances and smirk in a way that slightly scares me as to what they could be up to.
Lucien lowers his body over mine, and I arch my back in anticipation, then rock my pelvis upward to meet him.
“Please,” I whisper.
His mouth claims mine, kissing with an aching desire, and I return the favor, needing him so badly. The tip of his cock glides over my entrance. I must have him in me.
He lets out a delicious groan, and a flush of heat washes over me, a desperate yearning. Balancing on the fringe of a climax, he teases and teases, never fully giving me what I want.
“Lucien,” I beg into his gorgeous lips, tired of waiting.
He laughs, then pulls back.
I sit up, but before I can protest, Bardhyl reaches down and collects my hand. “Come to me,” he assures me.
He’s standing, his cock stiff and glistening from my mouth, and I can still taste his salty deliciousness.
Once I stand to face him, he makes little effort of leaning in and grasping the back of my thighs. In seconds, I’m up in his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. I shift my pelvis back and forth, rubbing myself over the tip of his hardness.