SARAH

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The weight of their rings was a hefty reminder that King and Wilder belonged to me as I undid the buttons on Wilder’s shirt, then King’s as they toed off their boots. I pushed the shirt off his broad shoulders, let it fall to the floor, then switched to King. Back and forth I went until they were in just their jeans.

I’d seen them like this the other night, but things were different now. They were my husbands. I could take all the time I wanted and touch, lick, taste. But I didn’t want to wait another second to get in their pants. The orgasms they’d given me in the laundry room at Steele Ranch the day before were the last ones and I was more than ready for more. I was horny, hot and needy. They’d been practically teasing me with all the things they’d done everywhere but my pussy. It all but ached to be filled.

I got my hands on their belt buckles just as I had before and this time, they stopped me again. I could see their hard cocks pressing against their jeans. Wilder’s curved up and toward his waist; if it got any longer, it would surely pop out the top. And King, god, he was so long he had it going down the inside of his thigh. It was like a pipe. King’s hand covered mine.

Glancing up, I frowned. Angry at being stopped. I wanted to see them, to touch them, lick, suck. God, whatever I wanted. I could now that they were my hus—King’s grip tightened. “Hey! Why’d you make me stop? I thought—”

“Change of plans, Mrs. Kingston Barlow. If you touch my dick, I’m going to come all over your hand. I want all that cum in your pussy. This first time, no touching.”

“Are you serious?” I asked, not quite sure if they were teasing me again.

King tugged down his zipper, reached into his jeans and pulled out his cock.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, staring at it. I knew my eyes were bugging out of my head like a cartoon. He was huge! Thick and long, the head was mushroom shaped and wide. A sandy-colored nest of curls was at the base and it protruded obscenely toward me. I estimated eight inches long, maybe more and there was no way I could get my fingers all the way around the whole thing, gripping it just as he was right now. It was a ruddy red, a vein ran up the length of it, pulsing with heated blood. The little slit at the tip had a bead of clear fluid and I watched, transfixed, as it slid down the crown. Hanging below the impressive shaft were his balls, big and heavy, proving his virility. When he said he wanted his cum in my pussy, I now knew how much of it he had.

I clenched my inner walls, wondering how he was going to fit. Was he too long? Could all of him get inside me? And my bottom. He expected that to fit there?

He took his hand away, but it stood erect all on its own as he tugged on the belt buckle, pulled the long length of leather through all the belt loops on his jeans with a hiss.

“I’m serious. Who’s in charge, princess?” he asked.

“You and Wilder, but—”

“Don’t finish that but, princess, or your butt will be red and hot before we fuck you.”

I bit my lip.

“You’ve forgotten already who’s in control here,” he said. Stepping forward, he surprised me by cupping my pussy with his hand. “Whose pussy is this?”

I gasped at the contact. “Yours and King’s,” I replied quickly, my eyes falling closed. While he wasn’t pressing in on my entrance, the one they’d refused to get near, his fingertips were right there. Without thinking, I rolled my hips and humped his hand.

“So needy. So greedy,” King said, watching.

I was. They were so mean not touching me. Filling me. “I need it,” I admitted, without shame.

“We know,” King said, pulling his hand away.

He went over to his bed, ripped the blanket and top sheet down the bed so it dropped to the floor. His dick didn’t do anything but point toward me as he did so. “On the bed, princess. Head on the pillows. Get comfortable. You’re going to be there a while.”

I wasn’t sure what exactly was going to happen next, but at least I was headed in the right direction. Me, naked on the bed, was a start. I crawled up on the bed and settled on my back in the center, my head on a pillow as instructed.

King came around the side, held out his hand. I reached for it and he curled his fingers and gave my palm a squeeze. Then he took his belt and made a loop, wrapped it around my wrist and pulled snug. I frowned as I watched, then he lifted my hand up to the slatted headboard and somehow wrapped the belt so it stayed. My left arm was angled out toward the far corner of the bed.

King looked down at me, tested the leather about my wrist. “Not too tight?”

“No,” I whispered, licking my lips. I tugged at the restraint and knew it was secure. That I was secure. I shivered, knowing that he was in control, truly now. I was at his mercy. His cock was just a few feet away from me, almost at eye level. Pre-cum was dripping from it now, as if he couldn’t hold it back any longer, that seeing me like this was pushing him to the brink. I understood now, because I was so wet, my inner thighs slick as I shifted on the soft bed.

When I heard the hiss of a belt again, I turned my head, saw Wilder had tugged his own belt from his jeans and was looping it like King had.

“What’s your safe word, princess?” he asked. I glanced at him, then at King who was stripping off his pants. I’d seen his cock, but once the jeans dropped to the floor, he was completely naked. Now that I couldn’t touch him.

Automatically, I gave Wilder my free hand, knowing he was going to restrain my other arm as well. As he did so, I said, “Red.”

“Good girl. I assume you’ve never been tied up before. Do you need to say it now?” he asked, his gaze raking over every bare, bound inch of me as he undid his jeans and worked them over his hips.

“No.” I shifted my hips, squirmed a bit, realized I wasn’t going anywhere. I was completely and totally at their mercy. And that was so hot. “You’re going to restrain me for my first time? This is how you’ll take my virginity?”

Both of them stilled, King gripping the base of his cock, Wilder pausing as he worked his jeans off.

“If you wanted simple, sweet missionary, you’d have popped that cherry on prom night,” King said. He tipped up his chin. “Spread those legs, princess. Let’s see that pussy. If it’s not drenched in your sweet honey from being at our mercy, we’ll untie you and fuck you nice and gentle.”

Wilder started to pull his jeans back up.

“No!” I cried, trying to reach my hands out to him, but all I did was flail on the bed. Yeah, so not attractive.

His hands stilled, jeans resting low on his lean hips, his cock pointed straight at me. He was just as big as King, but thicker. The crown was different, not as broad, but with that girth, I didn’t think it would matter. I squirmed on the bed again, this time for a different reason. My pussy ached to be filled by that massive thing. King’s, too. And I didn’t want nice and gentle.

King was right. I wanted it like this. I wanted to submit, to know they were going to do what they wanted, where I could do nothing but clear my head of all the cluttered thoughts and just feel. Just fuck.

“No?” Wilder asked. “No, you won’t spread your legs for us? No, you don’t want to be tied up? No isn’t red, princess.”

I licked my lips. While we’d played, done stuff, heck, made out or whatever it was called— although having two guys go down on you and do some serious ass play including a big butt plug probably wasn’t in the dictionary as making out—this was different. They were taking my virginity. There was no going back from that. But I felt the heft of their rings on my finger. There was no going back from wedding vows either. While I was the one tied up, I was the one with the power here. If I said my safe word, they’d untie me. I was safe with them with my emotions, perhaps some I didn’t even know about yet, safe with my body, safe with my submission.

“No, please don’t stop taking your jeans off,” I said, my voice remarkably calm since I was so worked up. Wilder grinned and pushed them back down as I continued. “No, I don’t want you to untie me or fuck me nice and gentle.”

It was King’s turn to grin and he began to slide his fist up and down his length, catching the fluid that seeped from the tip.

“You’re right, King.” Boldly, I planted my feet on the bed which bent my knees, and I slid them wide, then wider still. “I don’t want simple, sweet missionary.”

They stood on either side of the bed and Wilder reached out, cupped my knee and pulled it toward him. King did the same and they opened me up. Lewdly, especially in the bright light of day. This wasn’t fumbling under the covers in the dark.

Both men were looking at my pussy, seeing the trimmed hair, the neat landing strip. I knew my folds had spread being opened so wide and they could see everything. I couldn’t hide from them. They wanted it all from me and they were forcing me to give it to them.

“Dripping.” Wilder commented, his cock bobbing as if eager to get to me. In me.

“But not ready for our cocks,” King added.

“What? I’m ready. Beyond ready.” My hair was a tangle behind my head, my arms spread wide and taut. My nipples were hard and aimed at the ceiling. Every inch of me was open. I ached for them. “Please.”

“Ah, she begs so beautifully,” Wilder commented to King as if I weren’t there. “But she’s thinking too much.”

“Exactly, which means she’s definitely not ready.”

Both shifted their gazes to me. “Who’s in charge, princess?” Wilder asked.

“You and King.” I heard the pout in my voice and I wanted to stomp my feet, but they had me completely immobile.

“That’s right, which means it’s sounding an awful lot like you’re topping from the bottom.”

I sighed. I was. But it was so hard! And so were their cocks and I wanted them in me. Now!

Wilder kept a hold of my knee but crawled onto the bed, laid down and settled between my thighs. His hands went to cup my bottom and he glanced up at me with dark eyes. I watched as he lowered his head, flattened his tongue and licked me.

I startled at the heat from the motion, but I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take the next lick and the next. My gaze held Wilder’s, but finally fell closed, too overwhelmed with what he was doing. My eyes popped open when I felt a finger circle my entrance, then dipped inside.

“Yes!” I cried. Finally!

I heard the squelch of wetness, felt the stretch of just his finger as it worked its way into me. Slowly, in and out, mimicking what I knew their cocks were going to do soon.

When Wilder curled his finger in time with the flicks of his tongue on my clit, I tensed, held my breath, stared up at the ceiling. “Oh my god. What. Was. That?”

King chuckled. “If I had my guess, Wilder found your g-spot.”

“Do it again,” I said, my breathing ragged. I lifted my head, looked down my bare body at Wilder. His gaze was fixed on mine and the sight of him between my parted legs was just so wicked. “I know I’m not supposed to be bossy, but I need that. Whatever, the swirly thing is. God, I need you to do that again.”

Wilder lifted his head. “That good, huh?” His lips were glossy, his chin shiny. I knew I was so wet but seeing it was really hot. His finger curled.

“Oh, yes.”

He did it again, and again and brought his other hand around, brushing his thumb through my slick folds, then over my clit.

I yanked on my restraints, the feel of his thumb like an electrical current. King cupped my breasts, tugged on the nipples, flicked the rings.

The thumb disappeared from my clit and I whimpered, but within a second, I discovered where it had gone. To my bottom. Coated in my arousal, my back entrance was slick and so was his big thumb. He pressed and the way his hand was, he hooked himself right inside. Somehow, I couldn’t give any resistance to keep him out. I stretched around him, felt the twinge of pain, the strange sensations I’d experienced from their finger and plug play before now. But combining it with his finger—no, fingers…he added a second—in my pussy, it was so much better.

“I’m going to come!”

“Good girl,” Wilder said. “You’re going to come and when you do, King’s going to fuck you.”

“That’s right, princess. I’m going to stretch you around my big dick and I’m going to take that cherry. Pop it nice and hard. Make you mine. Then I’m going to fuck you, break you in and then fill you up with my cum.”

I moaned at the words. Between that and Wilder’s fingers, I came. Arching my back, I went taut, screamed. I’d never come like this before, never felt so intense, so hot, so bright. I had no idea what it was going to be like when—

“No!” I cried when Wilder’s fingers slipped from me.

The bed dipped, shifted as I still came and I barely processed that Wilder had moved away, King settling between my thighs, this time leaning over me, aligning his cock and sliding in.

My eyes widened as he stretched me. Then stretched me some more.

“Oh my god.”

I squirmed, shifted, trying to take him all. Deeper and deeper he went as I continued to come. He really did have a pipe in his pants. It felt like I was being impaled on one.

“Fuck, princess. So tight,” King growled, his forehead pressing gently against mine. I felt the hairs of his chest tickling my nipples as he kissed me tenderly. “I’ve never felt anything so good before. You’re coating my dick with all that sweet cream.”

So much for tender. He talked as dirty as could be and it made me drip all over him even more.

My inner walls rippled and clenched around him trying to adjust as he held himself still. I’d seen how big he was. It felt like he was huge. Hot and thick, now I knew why they called it a claiming.

“Why…why aren’t you moving?” I breathed after a minute, shifting my legs, feeling the wiry hairs on his thighs against my calves. He was so warm, hot even. His skin was slick with sweat and the scent of sex and King swirled around us.

King lifted his head, studied me. “I just want to make sure I didn’t hurt you. I popped your cherry, princess, with my big dick.” His voice was deep, clipped, as if it were costing him to speak. I noticed his muscles quivered, his cock pulsed inside me, even though his hips hadn’t moved.

I shook my head just a touch, licked my lips. “You did, but you didn’t.” I took a deep breath, let it out. Not only was it weird to have him inside me, having him on top of me was different. He wasn’t heavy since he was up on his forearms, but his hips were pressed against mine. I felt…pinned. Skewered. “My gyno broke my hymen when she put the IUD in. God, that hurt. So I’m a virgin, but it didn’t hurt like my friends told me it would the first time. And you’re right. Your dick is really big.”

He grinned then. This close, his eyes were a dark, stormy blue and his smile was like heaven.

“Let’s try something,” he breathed, slowly pulling back, the slide of his cock over my newly sensitized tissues had me gasping. When he pushed back in, I groaned.

I couldn’t move my arms, but I wrapped my legs about his waist, crossed my ankles.

“I think she likes it,” Wilder said, settling onto the edge of the bed. Watching.

“I do.” I closed my eyes when King started moving now. Fucking. In and out, a slick slide that hit all kinds of places I never knew existed. “God, it feels so good.” But just looking at King and I knew this wasn’t all of him.

“This isn’t topping from the bottom, really.” I glanced up to the right toward my wrist trapped in a belt. “But you’ve got me tied up. You want me at your mercy. Don’t hold back. I’m not saying red. I’m saying green. Very green.”

King’s eyes flared and then he glanced down my body. “You’re right, princess. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head again. “You won’t. You’re big, god, you’re so big, and I’ll be sore, but it doesn’t hurt. Not like it could the first time. Please.”

King glanced at Wilder, who nodded.

“All right, princess. No holding back.”

But instead of fucking me hard, he pulled out all the way. I gasped at the slide, then the emptiness.

His hands went to the backs of my thighs as he sat back, lowered his head and put his mouth on me, his tongue going right for my clit. After having him inside, this was really intense, pushing me back into full arousal.

I was thrashing—as much as I could—and crying out his name before he let up.

“That’s better,” he said, coming back over me. “Now we fuck.”

He lined himself up and plunged into me.

I screamed and came, so full and his pelvis pressed against my so-sensitive clit. But he didn’t let me ride through it. His hand slid down my leg to my ankle and he lifted it up to his shoulder, changing the angle. In and out he moved, his hips like a piston. Hard, so hard that our bodies slapped together.

The orgasm had me in a steely grasp, never ending, swamping me with feelings. I wasn’t sure if his cock was magical or if being penetrated and fucked just felt this good all the time, but it was too much.

“I can’t…too much,” I breathed. Sweat slicked my skin and his grip on my ankle was tight.

He didn’t stop.

“We’re just getting started, princess,” he said, his voice a growl.

“Just—”

I couldn’t think, couldn’t process as he brought my other leg up, both up by his shoulders. He slowed down now, the angle making him go so deep that he bumped the end of me.

A mouth settled on my nipple. Glancing down, I saw Wilder’s dark head. “Again,” he breathed against my heated skin.

I closed my eyes, the sight of them too much.

“That’s right, princess. You’ll come again, but not until I say. And you’ll come with me, milking my dick and taking all my cum nice and deep.”

My head thrashed back and forth when a finger circled my clit. “I’m going to come!” I cried.

“No.” The one word from King had me whimpering. “Come and I’ll spank your ass.”

It was too much, they were too much. I was going to come. It was like a pleasure freight train, no stopping it. My back arched, my arms tugged at the restraints. I wanted to touch them, to pull Wilder closer, to push him away. I couldn’t control anything.

“Shit, princess, you creamed all over my dick. You want to be spanked.”

“No, I need—”

“We know what you need,” Wilder breathed, circling faster on my clit.

King plunged deep held still. “Now. Come now.”

I did. There was no scream this time, only white-hot feeling. King groaned, his wrists almost painfully tight on my ankles. He held himself still, so deep in me. I could actually feel the heat of his cum as it pulsed into me. Filled me, overflowed around his cock and slipped down to my ass.

I could barely catch my breath as I felt the bed shift, the belt about my wrist loosen. One, then the other, until I was freed. Wilder’s hands kneaded my arms, my shoulders. I knew it was him because King hadn’t moved, his cock still deep inside me.

He lowered my legs to either side of his hips, all but collapsed on me so his head was on my shoulder, his breathing ragged. I brought my free hand down, stroked his hair. I couldn’t help the smile spreading on my face, even as I kept my eyes closed.

So perfect.

Carefully, he pushed off me, settled back on his heels. Wilder helped me up, held me in his arms, my legs still wide around King’s hips.

“You’re…you’re still hard,” I commented. King’s cock was a ruddy red, coated in a thick layer of our mixed cum.

He grinned. His face was relaxed, his eyes sated. “Princess, this isn’t going down anytime soon. It’s Wilder’s turn, but don’t worry, this dick won’t be neglected. It’ll be back in that perfect pussy soon enough.”

I knew those words weren’t a boast, they were a promise.

“Hands and knees, princess,” Wilder said, his voice deep. Eager. “My turn.”

When that big cock slid into me, I knew I wasn’t going to be neglected either.