Berrin who walk into the room behind him.
Neither of them speak. They simply hold my attention with the purity of their lust and the depth of their love. It takes my breath away, and for a moment it’s all I can do just to breathe knowing that I could’ve lost them all, but our connection is so deep, so profound, that I found my way back to these men because of it.
“Sweetheart, I’m fucking sorry…” Franklin begins but I cut him off, sitting up in bed.
“No apologies, no regrets, only us from this second onwards. We fight for what we have, and we stay with each other. I will never leave you again and you will never ask me to go. Understand?” I say fiercely, ripping off my t-shirt and pulling off my joggers until I’m bare before them all.
“Never again,” Franklin promises, his eyes flaring. He reaches behind his head and pulls off his t-shirt in one swift movement. I notice a long scratch down the side of his torso that’s still weeping blood and my eyes go wide.
“I should fix that,” I say, immediately concerned.
“It looks worse than it is. Right now I need to taste you, to be inside of you. This can wait.” Franklin removes his trousers, boots and pants and stalks towards me, his cock standing at attention. He doesn’t wait for Berrin to undress or for Mathieson to get onto the bed, he just comes for me, sliding my legs apart before placing his large hand on the centre of my chest and pushing me backwards. I glance at Mathieson, expecting some kind of protest, but he simply flashes me a look filled with lust and fists his cock in his hand. Franklin squeezes my thighs, drawing my attention back to him.
“The second my memories returned, all I could think about was eating you out until you creamed my face with your cum. Sweetheart, I’m hungry. So fucking hungry, and I can’t wait a second longer. I won’t.” Then he buries his head between my legs and fucks me with his tongue.
There’s no slow build up, just an insane need to devour me, and boy does he do just that. His tongue penetrates my core, his thumb circling and pressing against my clit and his fingers grasping my breast, squeezing, and tugging like he can’t get enough.
His mouth closes over my clit, the coarseness of his beard scratching over my most sensitive parts. He growls into my pussy, his hands sliding around under my arse cheeks and lifting me up so that he can delve deeper with his tongue. I lift my head up off the bed, watching him as he eats my pussy expertly. The man is insane in his lust, and I wrap my legs over his shoulders, my hips thrusting against his mouth.
“Franklin!” I scream as he slides his thumb into my pussy, swirls it around then rims my arse with it, drawing out more explosive sensations. My fingers curl into his hair, tugging and pulling. In my lust-filled fugue, I’m vaguely aware of Berrin and Mathieson watching us both with hungry eyes. It adds to the rapid unravelling of my lust and the tightening of my pleasure.
“You taste so fucking good, sweetheart. This is where I want to be, my face buried in your pussy, my tongue fucking your tight little cunt. I’ve missed you so damn much,” he cries, gripping me tighter, delving deeper. I’ve never experienced this kind of intensity before and I’m completely and utterly at his mercy. “I’m going to fuck you with my tongue until you cream on my face and then I’m going to fuck you again, and again, and again.”
His dirty, dirty words have the desired effect and I’m dripping within seconds and coming like a freight train passing through a station within minutes. My screams are only dampened by his mouth seeking mine and the taste of my desire on his lips as he kisses me like a man who’s finally come home. With reverence, love and absolute unflinching devotion.
“Franklin, fucking move,” Berrin grinds out, but Franklin just looks over his shoulder and smiles, his lips and beard wet with my desire.
“No way, fucking bite me,” he growls, before sliding his thick cock into my molten core and slamming into me like a man possessed. His hips piston and his dirt-dried fingers tangle in my hair as he yanks my head back and sucks on my neck, his tongue flicking against my