A Desconian Happily Ever After (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Rachel Clark

realized what he was doing. After orgasm she was far more relaxed, the chances of fear overwhelming her much lower. Drew doubled his efforts, his thumb working over her clit, his fingers pushing into both her pussy and her anus, his mouth sucking greedily on her lips.
    The familiar climb to orgasm thrilled her, but this time it was much faster, more violent, hotter than anything she’d experienced before. Her knees failed, but he held her up, his strong arm supporting her as he tilted her backward, her orgasm going on and on as he continued to thrust his fingers into her pulsing flesh.
    Exhausted, she let him maneuver her into the position he wanted, placing her facedown over the table. She’d watched him take Kallum in this position only the night before. She gasped, just as Kallum had done, when Drew pushed his cock straight into her body. Fear clawed at her throat for a brief moment, the sense of not being able to escape grasping at her consciousness, but then other sensations weighed into the argument.
    This was Drew. One of the men she loved. He had never hurt her. She felt confident he never would. When he started to move, he held her hips gently, keeping her thighs and pelvis safe from being slammed into the tabletop. He leaned over her, pressing his mouth to the back of her neck, his loving kisses a strangely appealing counterpoint to the hard fucking.
    Again and again he slammed into her pussy, pulling her back onto his cock as he surged forward, his hard shaft sliding through her sensitive flesh in a way that both thrilled and terrified her. When he stilled, pushed to the hilt inside her, she whimpered her disappointment. Yes, she was afraid, but she was working through it, using techniques that had seemed ridiculous when the counselors had first suggested them.
    “It’s okay, baby,” he said against her ear. “I’m not about to stop. Just getting us both more comfortable.”
    She breathed a sigh of relief, trusting him completely as he lifted her feet off the ground and arranged her on the table on her knees.
    “Much better,” he said as he pushed his cock to the hilt again. He caressed her spine, encouraging her to relax her head on her hands as he shifted slightly. “You’re not as tall as Kallum, but like this you’re at the perfect height for me. Ready, baby?”
    She turned her head to the side, embarrassed to realize she was basically fully dressed except for the pants Drew had dragged down her thighs.
    “Problem?” he asked as his hands roamed over her, pushing under her shirt and wrapping around to caress her breasts. He pinched the nipples tightly, the unexpected sting both painful and surprisingly appealing.
    “No problem,” she gasped breathlessly. “Please fuck me.”
    Her words seemed to stun him for a moment, but then he groaned, pushed against her, pulled his cock almost all the way out, and thrust deep once more.
    “You’re an amazing woman, Ally. Don’t ever doubt that Kallum and I love you.”
    She nodded, breathless with need as Drew finally started to fuck her the way she’d imagined. The fear still niggled, but it was overwhelmed by the incredible sensations of being with him this way. Drew was breathing harder, his movements growing more bold, more forceful, more thrilling. She gasped as he found her clit, his fingers rubbing and pinching the aching bud as orgasm swirled closer.
    “Kallum’s home,” Drew said as he pumped harder and harder into her.
    Ally barely registered the words until a warm hand touched hers.
    “You look very beautiful like this, Ally. Come for Drew. Show him how much you love being fucked like this.”
    Kallum’s soft, heartfelt words shattered what little control she had left. She screamed, unable to stop the instinctive release of sound as her body shook uncontrollably and orgasm slashed through her. Drew stopped moving, groaning as her pussy pulsed around him, caressing his cock rhythmically, urging him to climax with her.
     
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