Firedrake - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,78

of our wife’s pussy. Fuck her, Drake. She needs it.”

“I heartily agree.” Drake grinned down at her as he positioned himself between her widespread knees and teased her clit with the domed head of his cock. “Do you want it, Krysta?”

“Yes!” she cried out when he pushed home in one hard thrust.

“How do you want it, wife?” He stilled above her, watching her face. “Slow?” He stroked into her a few times with agonizing slowness that only increased her desire. “Or fast?” He hammered home with rapid strokes that made her cry out with each assault.

“I think that was a yes for fast,” Mace observed, watching them from the side. Drake sat up between her thighs and started a pounding pace within her as Mace bent to nibble at her breasts. The combination sent her into a fast and furious climax, but the men weren’t done with her yet.

Drake pounded home as Mace sat back again. Drake came over her, gripping her shoulders while he kissed her, drawing back only to get more leverage, fucking her like she’d never been fucked before. This was a raw, earthy and sweaty kind of loving she’d never experienced. She felt his need for her in every movement of his body, every panting breath he took. It invigorated her, sending her up the crest of desire once again on a fast, perilous climb.

Drake tensed, and she felt him come inside her, bathing her womb with his incredible heat as she joined him in a quick, powerful climax. He lay over her for several minutes, seeming to bask in the moment. She felt the same.

“Now you’re mine.” He spoke, for the first time, in the intimacy of their minds. Linked by the dragons, they could all communicate in ways most people would never know. “I love you, Krysta.”

“I love you too, Drake.” He kissed her sweetly before levering off her and collapsing at her side.

The flicker of his gaze over her shoulder was the only warning she had before Mace pounced. He flipped her onto her back and she marveled at the strength of these men, being able to toss her around as if she weighed nothing at all. She’d never felt petite, but these two brutes were doing a good job of it.

Mace smacked her ass, making her yelp. She hadn’t expected that either.

“What are you doing?”

He slapped her other cheek. “What do you call me, recruit?”

She met his gaze, emboldened by the warmth she read there. Serious Mace was actually being playful.

“Sir?” she tried, licking her lips as his eyes followed the slow movement of her tongue.

“Better, recruit, but you’re not out of the woods yet. I think you’ll need to show me how sorry you are for disrespecting me. Sucking my cock ought to do it.”

She lifted onto her elbows and smiled up at him. “With pleasure…sir.” Reaching out with one hand, she balanced on the other, playing with his thick hardness until he was absolutely rigid. Only then did she lower her mouth to taste the glistening tip of his cock. She wasn’t entirely unprepared when he drove into her mouth, expecting his forceful nature to override her teasing touches. Mace set a pace and she followed, eager to please this special man.

All too soon, he moved back, kissing the crown of her head as he positioned her on her stomach. A pillow was handed over her back—from Drake, no doubt—and Mace lifted her up with one hand around her middle, sticking the thick pillow under her hips. She thought she knew what Mace had in mind and was looking forward to feeling how he’d love her in this way. So far, every position they’d tried had been utter bliss. Mace was a skilled lover.

“Where’s that jar?” he muttered, and Krysta felt motion at her other side as Drake reached out with one hand. A moment later, she felt slick cream against her backside as Mace prepared her, interspersing forays of his fingers with slaps on her backside. The stark difference between pleasure and a hint of pain startled her and aroused her all at the same time.

She was whimpering by the time Mace left off and knelt between her thighs.

“Do you want it now, Krysta?” He bent over to growl in her ear. “Are you going to share your luscious ass with me?”

“Yes, Mace! Yes!”

She cried out when he slid home within her, the cream letting him easily inside. Though she’d never been overly fond of this kind of loving