Page 8 of Single Mom’s Undoing (Lucky Lady Reverse Harems #1)
The thrill of a thousand sensations coursing through me all at once.
I let go, the orgasm taking over as Carter drinks me whole, Damon swallowing my screams of sheer pleasure with his mouth. I come hard, trembling and squirming in their firm hold—two giant men doing with me as they please while I enjoy every damn second of it.
“How could you stay away from us when your body reacts like this?” Carter asks as he gets up .
I’m in a daze, barely able to stand, let alone reply. All I can do is give him a weak smile before Damon scoops me up in his arms and carries me to the living room. The fire still burns in the hearth, its orange light casting fiery shadows across the room.
Damon sets me on the sofa then the both of them lose the rest of their clothes.
“This is happening,” I whisper mostly to myself, pausing to admire their sculpted bodies.
Massive muscles ripped across their broad torsos. Broad shoulders and strong arms. A smattering of tattoos and battle scars. Naked and burning for me, their cocks huge and hard as rocks.
All for me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs, hands moving to cup my breasts.
“What do you want, Clara?” Carter asks, fully aware of his position of absolute power, while I tremble with yearning, desperate for more.
“Both of us?” Damon asks.
“Yes.”
Damon smiles and comes closer, stroking his cock as he watches me. “I’ll patiently wait my turn.”
I moan and look at Carter with a pleading gaze.
“Damn you, Clara,” Carter growls, equal parts aroused and furious.
He spears me with his full length, knees on the floor as his fingers dig into my hips. I whimper, stretched beyond my wildest dreams and filled to the brim by this magnificent mountain man. “It’s been so long. Oh, God.”
“You haven’t changed a bit,” he grunts, suddenly still, buried deep inside of me. “Still so fucking tight, wet, and hot. You were made for me, Clara.”
Damon sits beside me, guiding my hand to his cock. He kisses me deeply, and I stroke him in return, slowly but with a firm grip. Our gazes are locked, my breasts bouncing as Carter pounds into me, building up a rhythm.
“You were made for us ,” Damon says and places his finger over my clit.
I stroke him tighter and faster as he lets his fingers work their magic, building up a shattering energy within me. I manage to look away from his brown, hypnotizing eyes so I can lose myself in Carter’s again.
“Every inch of you is mine, ours,” he says, fucking me deeper.
Harder. Faster.
Damon bites into the side of my neck, rubbing my clit until I explode. Carter thrusts himself into me, unleashing the beast within, and I lock my legs around his waist, welcoming every glorious inch.
I fall apart as Damon captures my mouth, muffling my cries of sweet ecstasy. Carter wraps his arms around me and kisses my breast while he continues to fuck me out of this world.
Everything turns white as I feel him stiffen inside me.
“You’re never leaving me again,” he pants, filling me with his seed .
“I don’t want to leave you again,” I whisper.
My mind goes numb, but it’s not over yet.
They switch places, Carter holding me, kissing me, letting my head rest on his chest, while Damon positions himself between my legs. To my astonishment, I’m still clenched, still pulsating, still yearning for more.
“God, you’re perfection,” Damon sighs, the tip of his bulging erection pressing into my wet, quivering entrance. I pull in a deep breath as he enters me.
“Carter’s right. You were made for us,” Damon says then kisses me on the lips. Carter stays quiet, watching, his ragged breath filling my ears with a familiar kind of music.
Our bodies are synced and singing. I raise my hips to meet Damon at every thrust, my pussy clenching with each movement. But I need more.
“Make me come again,” I moan, and Carter swiftly obliges.
He rubs my tender, swollen nub, while Damon pounds into me like the animal I knew he could be. I bring out the most feral part of him, and I love it.
Harder. Faster.
I feel myself at the edge again, and as I sense the orgasm crashing through me, I welcome it all. The deluge, the release, the mindless thrusting as Damon goes harder, deeper still. I am clenched tightly around him, hot and pulsating like an exploding star.
“Fucking hell, Clara,” Damon grunts as he empties himself into me, finding his own release .
I can feel his heat. The delicious tingle traveling through my limbs as I melt, as I finally unravel and abandon myself in the arms of these men.
“That’s a good girl,” Carter says, gently kissing my forehead before he brings his hand up and licks my juices from his fingertips. “A very good girl.”
“Oh, damn,” I whisper, the afterglow quick to set in. “What have I done?”
“Precisely what you wanted to,” Damon replies and collapses on top of me, eager to kiss my lips, my nose, my cheeks, to shower me with the kind of affection I have always longed for. “And we’re just getting started.”
We’re just getting started .
The thought exhilarates and scares me at the same time.