the mattress.” He pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her down so that her ass pointed higher into the air. “Get comfortable, Ava. We want you to relax so that you can enjoy this.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said in a calmer-sounding voice.
He continued to caress her, enjoying the way she trembled while she waited. He rubbed her bottom, warming the skin slightly before landing a hard smack against her left butt cheek. She pulled away instinctively, but moved back into position very quickly. “Good girl,” he said again, glancing over his shoulder to see Brody standing behind him with a look of fascination on his face.
Nathan smacked Ava again and again, each time praising her for her response. Soon she was moving into the blows, subconsciously begging for more. He could see her shiny juices dripping from her pussy, her arousal coating her thighs as she wound closer and closer to orgasm. Nathan wished he’d left his own clothes on. The urge to bury his cock deep inside her, to take her hard and fast, was almost overwhelming. He called on every ounce of self-control he owned, determined to savor the moment and not rush their first time together.
He touched the shiny lips of her pussy, spreading her arousal, swirling his fingers through the wetness. He lifted his hand to his mouth, tasting her essence, groaning as her flavor hit his tongue.
“Brody needs to taste you, baby. Lie still while he eats your pussy.”
Ava sighed, relaxing against the mattress slightly as she reacted to his order.
* * * *
Ava was on the verge of orgasm, but strangely she also felt very relaxed, like being told what to do somehow freed her from the worry of needing to decide what to do on her own.
Nathan continued to caress her spine and shoulders as he came to sit on the bed beside her. He leaned over, pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, and smiled at her soft squeak when Brody wrapped his hands around her thighs and lifted her pussy to his mouth.
His touch was gentle, his tongue soothing as he lapped at the soft folds of her pussy. She squirmed in his hold, needing more, loving the sweet caress but wanting to feel his full strength, his need for her, his domination.
“You won’t hurt her, Brody,” Nathan said confidently. “She needs you to tongue-fuck her. See how’s she’s squirming? She needs you to take what you want. Fuck her with your mouth. You’re the one in control.”
Brody stopped licking her, and for a moment she feared he was about to walk away. But then his incredibly hot tongue flicked over her clit as he lifted her higher, dragging her knees off the mattress so that she nearly dangled in his grasp, only her head and shoulders still on the bed. She moaned as he stabbed his tongue into her pussy, thrusting over and over, filling her channel, pressing deeper than she’d believed possible.
Her orgasm began slowly, heat curling through her as every muscle vibrated with release, but then she squealed, jerking in his hold, as he licked up the crease of her ass and poked and prodded her back passage. Climax slammed her, racing over the top of her earlier orgasm, shattering her mind into a million tiny pieces as sensation overtook reality. Again and again heated waves of ecstasy crashed over her. She shook everywhere, screaming again when Brody lifted her over Nathan and pushed her onto his hard cock, impaling her, forcing her legs open further as he controlled the pace. Nathan held her close, wrapping his arms around her upper body as Brody forced her into orgasm once more.
She let them control her, let them do as they pleased, submitted to their attentions, trusting them to keep her safe. Eventually, slowly, the frantic heat of passion came down to a slow simmer, the exhaustion of true release curling through her.
But then, just as she thought they would take their own satisfaction, both men pulled away. Before she could protest, Brody lifted her to her hands and knees, threaded a hand through
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