very limits of her endurance.
But still she wanted more.
“Sweetheart,” Atticus rasped, his respiration painfully irregular, “do you think you can take my cock?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Thank God.”
The fingers withdrew, leaving her strangely empty considering Colin was still embedded in her pussy. The next thing she felt was the firm yet gentle pressure of Atticus’s cock easing its way inside her. Although he worked slowly and with infinite patience, she couldn’t help wincing as its round head—so much larger than even three of his fingers—passed the resistant ring of muscles and lodged within her.
Colin brushed her hair back from her face. “Do you want him to stop, darling?”
Closing her eyes, she willed herself to relax, to turn herself over completely to their care. Already, the discomfort was dissipating to become a strange, icy-hot burning pleasure that seemed at once intolerable and indispensable.
“No,” she gasped, surprised by the breathiness of her voice, “I want more.”
“More what, sweetheart?” Atticus asked, his lips caressing the outer rim of her ear. “Tell us exactly what you want, and we’ll give it to you.”
Her cheeks heated. They wanted her to say the words, to use the language they did. Just thinking them made her hotter, more aroused. To speak them aloud…
“More cock,” she whispered, though she didn’t know where she found the courage. But once they were out, she was emboldened. “I want you both to fuck me. Together. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“Jesus, Atticus,” Colin groaned on a half-laugh, “now look what you’ve done.”
Atticus grunted, not laughing at all. “I know exactly what we’ve started. Now, let’s finish it.”
Grace held her breath as inch by slow, steady inch, Atticus tunneled in. By the time his cock was buried in her arse, she was a tightly wound ball of sensation, awed and thrilled by her body’s ability to accommodate them both. A perfect match for her heart.
Colin moved first. He drew back, his cock dragging across her swollen, sensitized flesh, then plunged back in. Atticus moved in counterpoint, withdrawing as Colin rocked in, pushing in as Colin pulled out.
Someone moaned, “Oh, God, yes.” Herself.
Atticus’s hands came around her torso to tweak and pull at her nipples, sending ripples of lust to the place Colin teased with each thrust of his cock.
More. More. More.
Had she spoken aloud? She wasn’t sure. But more was what they gave her, until finally the pressure gave way and unraveled, rolling itself out like a ball of yarn in strand after strand of convulsive ecstasy. As the shudders overtook her, she registered Atticus, groaning and stiffening, and the short, sharp jerks of his cock deep inside her arse, and then Colin, grinding upward into her pussy one last time before he came, too with a silent shudder.
They lay there for some time afterward, still joined, panting in a jerky sort of unison, three hearts hammering as one.
“You see, darling,” Colin said when at last he’d caught his breath, smiling up at her.
“You were made for this. For us.”
She smiled back, triumph and joy surging in her veins. Clumsy, inept, hopelessly awkward Grace Hannington had at last found one thing she could do well—pleasure the men she loved.
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But still she wanted more.
“Sweetheart,” Atticus rasped, his respiration painfully irregular, “do you think you can take my cock?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“Thank God.”
The fingers withdrew, leaving her strangely empty considering Colin was still embedded in her pussy. The next thing she felt was the firm yet gentle pressure of Atticus’s cock easing its way inside her. Although he worked slowly and with infinite patience, she couldn’t help wincing as its round head—so much larger than even three of his fingers—passed the resistant ring of muscles and lodged within her.
Colin brushed her hair back from her face. “Do you want him to stop, darling?”
Closing her eyes, she willed herself to relax, to turn herself over completely to their care. Already, the discomfort was dissipating to become a strange, icy-hot burning pleasure that seemed at once intolerable and indispensable.
“No,” she gasped, surprised by the breathiness of her voice, “I want more.”
“More what, sweetheart?” Atticus asked, his lips caressing the outer rim of her ear. “Tell us exactly what you want, and we’ll give it to you.”
Her cheeks heated. They wanted her to say the words, to use the language they did. Just thinking them made her hotter, more aroused. To speak them aloud…
“More cock,” she whispered, though she didn’t know where she found the courage. But once they were out, she was emboldened. “I want you both to fuck me. Together. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.”
“Jesus, Atticus,” Colin groaned on a half-laugh, “now look what you’ve done.”
Atticus grunted, not laughing at all. “I know exactly what we’ve started. Now, let’s finish it.”
Grace held her breath as inch by slow, steady inch, Atticus tunneled in. By the time his cock was buried in her arse, she was a tightly wound ball of sensation, awed and thrilled by her body’s ability to accommodate them both. A perfect match for her heart.
Colin moved first. He drew back, his cock dragging across her swollen, sensitized flesh, then plunged back in. Atticus moved in counterpoint, withdrawing as Colin rocked in, pushing in as Colin pulled out.
Someone moaned, “Oh, God, yes.” Herself.
Atticus’s hands came around her torso to tweak and pull at her nipples, sending ripples of lust to the place Colin teased with each thrust of his cock.
More. More. More.
Had she spoken aloud? She wasn’t sure. But more was what they gave her, until finally the pressure gave way and unraveled, rolling itself out like a ball of yarn in strand after strand of convulsive ecstasy. As the shudders overtook her, she registered Atticus, groaning and stiffening, and the short, sharp jerks of his cock deep inside her arse, and then Colin, grinding upward into her pussy one last time before he came, too with a silent shudder.
They lay there for some time afterward, still joined, panting in a jerky sort of unison, three hearts hammering as one.
“You see, darling,” Colin said when at last he’d caught his breath, smiling up at her.
“You were made for this. For us.”
She smiled back, triumph and joy surging in her veins. Clumsy, inept, hopelessly awkward Grace Hannington had at last found one thing she could do well—pleasure the men she loved.
Hungry for more? Spice Briefs to suit every taste are available now at www.spicebriefs.com, including these recent titles:
Taking Her Boss by Alegra Verde
The Sleeping Beauty’s Tale by Grace D’Otare
Her Fantasy by Saskia Walker
Miami Menage by Amber Carlsbad
Dex's Claim by Many M. Roth
Behind the Duke’s Door by Lynne Silver
Under His Hand by Anne Calhoun
The Challenge by Megan Hart
Seven Day Loan by Tiffany Reisz
For something a little longer, visit www.spice-books.com or stop by your local bookstore for stories that will ignite your senses!
Think you’d like to write a Spice Brief? Submissions are always welcome at
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