Page 50 of Feline Good

Like a lightbulb finally cooperating, she realized that she’d been tensed up ever since they’d blindfolded her. Maya knew they would never hurt her, so why was she so rigid?

Maya relaxed into the bed, her shoulders falling, the itch between her shoulder blades fading away, the tension in her neck dissipating like mist in the air. She accepted that there was nothing she could do in this moment, she only could lie back and take what they would give her.

“There it is. Finally.” Amir again, announcing her acceptance.

A bulbous shape slid through her folds, the head of a cock finally pressing against her to rest at her core. Instead of attempting to grind up into it, she whimpered, knowing there was nothing she could do to speed up the process.

Two hands palmed her knees, pushing them tighter to her chest, and when his cock slid home— whomever it belonged to— she shattered. The stretch of the position, the way he filled her was just too much after all they’d put her through.

Maya cried out, the orgasm stark proof of a dark possession as much as the men claiming her. When she came down, she was boneless and realized the man inside her had frozen with just his head breaching her.

“More. Give me more, please.” Her voice begged of its own accord, Maya not recalling even opening her mouth. When he finally thrust forward, piercing her on his dick in a hard surge, Maya knew it was an act of a true marking.

Mouths returned to her, one drinking the cries that fell from her lips, and the other sucking, teasing, and laving her breasts. Those nipple rings would be the death of her, the sensitivity ramping up her pleasure to new heights.

The hands framing her knees moved, sliding around her thighs and gripping her hips to yank her toward him. His hips smacked against her, the sound of their motions echoing around the room to compete with her cries.

God, this is almost too much.

Asher cursed as he slammed his hips against Maya, her perfect pussy taking every inch of his cock flawlessly. When he yanked her hips into his at the same time, her breasts swayed with the movement, her damned piercings winking in the light. Amir and August teased her, moving in perfect sync with their own silent communication.

Maya was so fucking sexy it was unreal. Purple and red splotches dotted her skin from where he’d wanted to mark her as his own he’d been sucking at her delectable flesh. Mouth agape, her pretty pink lips parted on almost constant cries, whimpers, and moans. Her hands flexed where she gripped her shins, keeping herself spread open.

Not that she really had a choice, with the way they’d tied her the fuck up. Asher had never gotten quite this kinky with a woman before, but fuck, did he love it. Amir was onto something here.

Having Maya completely at their mercy, open and waiting for whatever they chose to do next, was a intoxicating brew.

But what was even more invigorating than the way she clenched around him on every thrust, or her stuttering breaths telling him she was coming close? The trust she had in them to let them love her like this.

Yeah, I’ll fucking say it.

He loved the damned girl, and this night was just a physical representation of that. They each wanted establish their brand, even if she didn’t exactly know which one was doing it at the time.

She was all theirs, and she’d fucking take them.

When Asher reached around with his fingers to flirt with her clit, she exploded, a shout falling from her lips as she cursed and pleaded with him. The edge grew too close when her pussy clenched and sucked at his cock. The tingling sensation in his spine grew too much— too intense until he couldn’t hold back against the fluttering of her walls. He tried to keep his moan quiet, while his orgasm was anything but. It was an obliterating force, stopping all thoughts as he painted her walls with his cum and she tightened around his dick.

When they both came down, they were quiet and dazed. He cursed Amir for the no-kissing rule, instead placing a gentle peck on her knee before pulling away and lying down beside her to catch his breath.

Tilting his head to the left, he stared at her profile, her mouth still agape with her heavy breaths.

Still so fucking beautiful.

And all ours.

Maya’s mind still struggled to piece itself together after that explosive orgasm. She hadn’t even recovered when the bed shifted, and another cock poised at her entrance. Groaning, she arched her back when he thrust in hard, her body sliding backward on the bed with the force.

“Fuck! Fuck…”

Her voice stuttered when he rocked into her again and again, grabbing her hips to keep her from shifting backwards. His balls smacked into her ass with every thrust, mouths and hands teasing her skin and rocketing her higher, faster than even her previous orgasm.

She wished she knew whose name to call out, who to praise for fucking her into oblivion each time.

That was the appeal though, she would never know who made her feel the best— she would never have a favorite from this moment forward. They were all equal in her eyes in this instant. There wasn’t a cocky one, a sweet one, and a mysterious one, they were all just hers.

And they were proving she was theirs, one fucking thrust at a time. Maya could do nothing but take it, nonsensical words and sounds pouring from her lips. Pleas, encouragements, cries, all urging them on.

Her thighs already shook with the effort of holding them up, and she tried to even out the strain with her arms. She loved it. Every aspect. The blindfolding only intensified the sensations lighting up her nerve endings, and she revelled in the control she didn’t have.