What She's Looking For (32 page)

Ashley came back to Earth, curled
up on the bed between the two men, her upper torso angled over Parker’s legs,
her own feet tangled with Drake’s. His hand stroked the curve of her hip
possessively, moving down to squeeze the vulnerable, hot flesh of her
well-spanked buttocks. She could feel the wet length of Parker’s cock stirring
beneath her as he stroked his fingers through her damp hair. “This is just the
beginning, Ashley. Drake and I … we have plans for you.”

“Many plans,” Drake’s deep voice
rumbled behind her. “You need to be ready for it.”

“I’m ready,” she said, a shudder
running through her body. Though she wasn’t sure if she were quite ready for
this
much
, she was damned sure she was going to try. A dream she didn’t even
know she’d had was coming true before her eyes. She was living it. How this
could have come to pass, just when it seemed like life had passed her by,
stunned her. That happiness really could be found, no matter how late it
seemed, no matter how unlikely the circumstances. When it came to matters of
the heart, all things were possible.

She and her two incredible gifts
laying beside her were living proof of that.

“I don’t think you know what you’re
getting yourself into.” Parker moved out from under her, and took her hand. She
followed him off the bed, with Drake following closely behind. Parker brought
her over to the big, soft chair, washed in light — the chair she’d wondered
about the first time she’d laid eyes on the room.

As Parker sat back on it, the long
shaft of his cock jutting up from his groin, she wondered no more.

“Parker, I don’t know if I can.
It’s sensitive.”

“Too bad for you, girl. I’m fucking
this cunt. It’s mine. Get down here”

Drake’s hands squeezed her
shoulders, holding her fast as she straddled Parker’s legs, and guided her
down, Parker’s hands holding her hips in proprietary grip. She let out a
labored breath as his cock eased up, up, deep inside until she was seated fully
down upon him, the head firmly lodged against her cervix. As he jostled her,
ensuring she was fully staked upon his cock, she winced at the pleasure/pain of
the head rubbing against the mouth of her womb.

“I cannot believe the ass on this
girl,” Drake said from behind her, slapping it a few times, his fingers
stroking, pinching the soft, vulnerable flesh. “Can’t wait to see what it looks
like once we getting her eating the way she needs to. These wide hips of hers
all filled out. Fuck.”

She looked back at Drake, trying to
meet his eyes, but he grasped the top of her head, turning it back toward
Parker. “Eyes forward, Ashley. Be good, now.”

Parker pulled her forward, the
weight of her breasts swinging over him, her arms braced onto the arms of the
chair, her long hair hanging down all around her. He moved her hair aside, and
surged upward, taking her face in his hands, pressing his lips to hers. She
returned the unexpected kiss, twisting her hips, working his cock as their
tongues entwined.

Right, this was so right. All of
it. How? How could she deserve this? Deserve them?

“Mine, Ashley. You’re mine,” Parker
breathed between savage kisses, and nips of her lips. “You’re never getting
away. You’ll always be mine now. Nothing can change it, nothing can take you
away from me. Away from us.”

“Yes, oh Christ, Parker! Yes! Make
me yours! Both of you! I need … “

“Reach back, Ashley. Spread them.”
Parker pulled back, his gaze locking with hers, the hardness back in their
glittering depths. “Show him what’s his. Show him that you want him to take you
there.”

“Parker, I don’t know if—”

“Be good. Tell him you want him
there. His rightful place.” Parker twisted his fist in her hair, pulling her
head back with a jerk. “Show him what’s rightfully his.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Her fingers trembled as she grasped
a buttock in each palm, easing them apart. She closed her eyes, mortified,
knowing what it must look like. A wanton slut exposing her asshole to a man.
Shameless.

Whore. Slut.

Ashley smiled at that. No longer
would those words hold any power to hurt. They would now just be words,
descriptions of what she’d become in the safe, loving, yet cruel arms of her
men. Her Sir … and her Master. The men who owned every fiber of her being.

“Good girl,” Drake said, his voice
thick. “This is mine isn’t it, Ashley.”

“Yes … god yes.”

The lubricant was shockingly cold
as he spread it within her cleft. She whimpered as a thick finger slipped
inside her anus, charging the entrance with slickness.

“Now, just relax and push back,”
Drake said. “This is a lot to take, but I know you can do it.”

“Be a good girl, Ashley,” Parker
whispered, his mouth moving down, his hand lifting her breast for his mouth to
taste. Her womb clenched, her pussy squeezing his cock, as his lips suckled the
hardness of her nipple, her moan drawn from her almost unconsciously.

“That’s a girl,” Drake said. “Back
more, good. Push back. Come on.”

The broad head pushed and pushed,
pain blooming as the head slipped inside. “God, I can’t. Oh god, Drake. I
can’t!”

“Yes, you can, Ashley. And you
will. This ass is mine, and I’m going to fuck it anytime I want. Accept it.” He
smacked her sore buttocks, making her yelp, his hand squeezing her waist in a
punishing grip. “Now bear down. Let me in.”

Something she’d dreamt about only
in her darkest, most fevered of dreams, and it was happening. Really happening.
The pain was serious, but more than the pain, overlaying it all was something
else.

Possession. She was theirs. Theirs
to do with as they pleased, whenever they pleased.

And as much as she fought against
her baser urges, she knew she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Ahh, nooo too big!” The pain in
her ass flared brighter as her anus gave way to the thick cock.

“That’s it! Good girl,” Drake
rumbled, his hand stroking over her hip. “Keep bearing down. It’s not all in.”

She grew rigid as he pushed forward
the rest of the way. Between the tight fit of Parker and the truncheon Drake
has pushed into her ass Ashley felt ready to burst. Staked. Helpless.

“I can’t. Please, please,” she
moaned, the stretching of her anus already turning to something else, the two
big cocks within her filling her to her very core.

She panted as Parker and Drake took
up alternating rhythm, her body reduced to nothing but a vessel for their
lusts, suspended between the two powerful male animals. She felt utterly
helpless, and that feeling fired her lust anew. This was surrender, bending to
the lusts of her owners, the men who would keep her, protect her, discipline
her, and love her. Hers.

The punishing thrusts of Drake’s
cock within her ass left her speechless, the deep penetration of Parker within
her sex nearly making her weep with pleasure. Fingers found her clit, rubbing
it in harsh circles. Her nipples were pinched cruelly, then caught between the
harsh bite of teeth.

Drake’s voice rumbled behind her,
his breath hot on the nape of her neck, fevered words whispered in her ear. He
spanked her ass over and over, and he plunged deep with her ass, promising her
more next time. Then she reached back and took his hand, her other hand finding
one of Parker’s, their fingers twining.

Parker’s hand squeezed hers. “What
are you, Ashley?”

“Yours. Only yours!” Ashley moaned.
“Oh please never let me go!”

“Never,” Drake ground out, then
groaned out his release, hot semen blooming within her bowels.

“Ours. Ours, forever,” Parker
breathed as Ashley bounced her cunt upon him faster and faster. His fingers
found her aching clit then, and she went over, her world blacking out, blasting
off into space, the pleasure drowning her. She took Parker groaning with her,
his grip on her tightening, the depths of her pussy awash in his hot seed, the
wetness coating his thighs beneath her.

Then she collapsed, spent,
everything that had led to this moment flowing out of her, unburdening her. Parker
held her tight, and Drake kissed her hair, and she sighed, safe, finally, in
their loving embrace.

She thought again how lucky she
was, and what might lay ahead. Through all her years she’d been looking for something,
not knowing what it was. Lost, wandering, tugged in every direction, she’d
stumbled through her life. Despite the pain, the sorrow, and the fear she’d
struggled, believing that what she’d been looking for would finally be found.

And as she lay there in the arms of
her men, she smiled, for she’d finally found it.

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