Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,53

no time lapping about, he ate me with abandon and gusto.

Lincoln climbed the stairs, and I opened my mouth to receive my gift for being a good girl. I swirled my tongue around his swollen tip, tasting the precum. He wasn’t going to last long. He was too worked up, but the sooner the first orgasm took the edge off, the faster he could fuck me and shoot a second load inside my pussy.

I wanted to bear their cubs, as many as they’d give me. I wanted my pussy to milk their cocks of every precious drop, and then I wanted to build together with them a strong, beautiful family. These men made me feel desirable, wanted. They were giving me everything Jack had never been capable of offering me. Orgasms. Happiness. A sense of self-worth. A purpose in life. Security. Protection. A place in a world that was so unlike my own and so much better. And now… now they’d better be giving me sons and daughters.

I moaned around Lincoln’s cock, and Colt stuck two fingers in my pussy, moving them in and out as he licked my clit. My first orgasm was incoming. I could feel it build in my belly – the need for more, for faster, deeper thrusts. I pushed my hips to meet his hand, and he understood, working me up to three, then four fingers, with which he hoped to momentarily sate my hunger for him.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered where Brooks was in all of this.

As if by magic, he shouted at the men devouring me: “I will have to teach you two how to properly fuck a bitch, I see. She should’ve been screaming in pleasure by now,” he mocked.

Spurred on by his comment, Colt dragged me off the banister, set me against the stairs and railing, and entered me with a hard thrust. My pussy welcomed the invasion by clenching tightly, hungrily, and it took him three pumps to make me come.

“I think I got it, Brooks,” he grunted, “her pussy’s gripping me in delight.”

“Fucking asshole, she was sucking my cock,” Lincoln bemoaned, still painfully hard.

“And I was so close to my reward too,” I added salt to his wounds. “Come, glory hole style, stick that cock between these wooden bars.”

“Oooh, you’re naughtier than we thought!” Lincoln exclaimed, happy to see me so into everything they wanted to do with me.

I was genuinely eager to try it all. Every position, every kink, every place they could fuck me on. I was going to recover all the time I’d wasted. Lincoln tried to find a comfortable, or at least manageable position on the stairs, but we couldn’t really do it like that because he kept losing himself in the moment and falling, cramping, tensing too hard. I was mostly laughing around his cock than sucking on it, and it wasn’t doing Colt any favors either, breaking his rhythm as well.

“Let’s just move this inside, we’re getting ridiculous out here,” I said, and they agreed. I raced up the stairs and raised a finger at the men. “First one to stick a cock in me gets a wake-up blowjob tomorrow!”

They grinned, the dirty devils, and I got hauled inside like a stolen Neanderthal bride, half-carried by both of them, but it was all part of the fun. I could be myself with them, and they could be themselves with me.

“I think someone’s overdressed,” Colt said with a wink.

I looked around. Brooks was naked, rummaging through some cupboards, and Colt and Lincoln were naked too, since they’d just shifted.

“You want me to walk around naked like you?”

“Absolutely! Easy access,” Lincoln joked.

“That’s not very ladylike…”

I hesitated a little before removing my dress. I didn’t exactly have hang-ups about my body, not with three men craving every inch of it, but walking around nude wasn’t something people did on the regular, was it? I stood there, looking from Colt to Lincoln, and they both gave me weird looks.

“What is it, Ro?”

I shrugged. “It’s new. It’s weird.”

“It’s sexy. Look at us.”

“Well, yeah, but…”

“I think she’d feel better with something covering her,” Brooks’s voice travelled from the pantry. I turned to look at him, and he was holding two honey jars.

“What’s that?”

“Honey,” he sassed me, “bears happen to like it.”

“And you want to cover me in honey? What, am I not sweet enough?” I joked back, praying they weren’t actually serious.

“Lincoln, shut her up, so I can do this,” he said, and the man