Page 75 of Their Tracked Obsession

Pressure mounted deep inside me and coiled tightly. The sensation built until a gasp escaped my lips. Sleep weighed on my eyes, but they fluttered and wanted to fight it. Something rubbed between my thighs and caused me to stir.

“Oh…” I sighed through partly parted lips. “Yes.”

The sensation felt so damn good. A circular motion of warmth trapped me in constant elation. I fixated on the rhythm until a massive weight between my legs stretched me, opening me up wide.

“Fuck. Yes,” Sin grunted.

A dream. I was out of my mind. Lost in a wild fantasy.

“She feels good. Doesn’t she?” Saint asked.

A wet hand grazed the crevice of my ass. Squeezed the plump flesh, and I whimpered. I wanted more.

“Yes.” A rustle of the sheets. “Our wife is so fucking tight every goddamn time.”

“Sin?” I whispered and licked my lips.

“Good morning, sweetheart.” The pressure mounted deeper inside. “We brought you some breakfast.”

Saint whispered in my ear, “A giant sausage.”

Thrust.

“Or two,” Sin added.

Hands spread my ass cheeks and my butthole opened wide. A massive length pushed inside. I jolted awake, and my eyes bugged out of my head.

“Oh, fuck!” I exhaled, gasping into the pillow and clenching the bedsheet. “Me!”

My cry echoed throughout the honeymoon suite.

“Yes.” Thrust.

“We’re fucking you. Goddamn, wife, you’re so tight in your sleep,” Sin breathed against my chest and flicked his tongue over my nipple. “But your cunt clenches our cocks even tighter with those pretty eyes open.”

Saint tilted my chin and made me glance back at him. “Eyes on me.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” Thrust. “Watch your husband.”

My hand crawled into Saint’s hair, grabbed the smooth strands, and our eye contact never wavered. He fucked my asshole, pumped up to the brim, and I felt so full of him. Sin screwed my pussy at the same time as his best friend. Thrust after thrust, in complete unison. My husbands filled my holes, and intense sensations ran through my body. Completely euphoric, but I wanted more of my men.

“Yeah, darling.” Saint slapped my ass.

I whimpered, clinging to Saint. Unable to stop my hips from moving, my body jolted with each pound my husbands gave me. My eyes fluttered, and I was powerless to the passion coursing through me. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Sin grabbed my chin and made me stare at him.

“Look.” Thrust.

“At.” Thrust.

“Me.” Thrust.

I did. My eyes were wide, and I bit my bottom lip. Sin marked my tit with his teeth. I couldn’t contain my animalistic cry while his enamel dug in until he released me. He sucked the wound he had created into his mouth and let it go with a loud pop.

“Fuck!” I cried out on repeat before he quieted me with his thumb in my mouth.

“Suck on me, wife,” Sin demanded.

“Mm…” I hummed with my lips wrapped around his finger as it went deeper.