Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Robin Gideon

before he had buried all of his cock into her slit. Once the entire length of his shaft was glistening with her cream, Caleb pulled back, hesitated for only a moment, then thrust his hips forward. Nick watched with unblinking eyes as a lean, masculine torso smashed against tautly round feminine ass cheeks. He saw how the sharp edge of the desk bit into Lydia’s pale skin, and how the entire desk seem to rock slightly to the side, despite its considerable weight.
    This was not gentle, heartfelt lovemaking. It was a harsh, physical, dominating fuck, and forty seconds after Caleb had first shoved his cock into Lydia, she let out a high-pitched, keening cry of ecstasy and cried out so loudly it surely would have been heard by the secretaries and receptionist had they been at their stations, “I’m coming!”
     
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    I’ve got a cock inside me and I don’t know who’s fucking me.
    It was the awareness that she didn’t know whether it was Nick’s or Caleb’s cock that was pistoning in and out of her cunt that sent her over the edge. When the orgasmic contractions began and her cunt tightened around the thick, manly flesh that filled it, she heard herself shout, “I’m coming!”
    The contractions were stronger than Lydia could ever remember, though she couldn’t be certain this was true, since every new sexual experience with her lovers brought with it unprecedented satisfaction. In a hazy, almost trancelike mental state, Lydia understood that she was in a world she no longer commanded. Born into great wealth, and having expanded on that fortune with her own skills and abilities, she was accustomed to being a contemporary version of an American princess. But princesses didn’t get their hands tied behind their backs, and they didn’t drop to their knees to give blow jobs to two men. They didn’t get fucked in their own office, and if they did have sex, they at least knew the identity of whose cock it was driving deep into their body.
    She felt the cock withdraw entirely, and a moment later different hands were on her hips, and a different cock was spearing full-length into her cunt, not stopping until she felt a solid, manly body smash against her buns.
    “She is so fucking tight.”
    She recognized Nick’s voice, which informed her that it had been Caleb’s cock that had created her most recent climax. But though Lydia had climaxed explosively from the harsh fucking that Caleb had thrown into her, had he come? She couldn’t be certain, and not knowing whether she’d pleased him enough to elicit an orgasm bothered her, though not for long because Nick’s hips were soon churning faster and faster, and she heard the wet sound of his body slapping against the perspiration-moistened cheeks of her ass as his cock drove deeply into her cunt.
    “You…are…ours,” Nick said, spacing each word out between jarring thrusts of his cock into her pussy. “Admit…it!”
    She did not have to start from scratch, as it were, for her next orgasm. She had descended somewhat from the heights of pleasure. But as Nick’s cock tugged and pushed at her sex lips, and the pulsating length of his cock filled her slick pussy, she felt her excitement rising once more, her passion heightening, her lust rapidly transforming from glowing ember to burning fire to raging inferno.
    They’re going to fuck me to death. This thought was immediately followed with a less frightening one. The mortician will have one hell of a time trying to get the smile off my face.
    “Not like this,” Nick said, grabbing Lydia by the arm and pulling up. He turned her around and forced her to sit in her own desk chair. “I want to look in your eyes when you come next.”
    Lydia sat in her desk chair with her buns barely on the seat cushion, the backrest against her head and shoulders. She was breathing deeply, exhausted from the multiple climaxes she’d already experienced that evening. Nick and Caleb stood in front of her, their gorgeous bodies