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  He rubbed her fleshy hips and thighs and began by kissing her rounded mons. She felt no need to hold in her stomach since he’d seen her naked and relaxed plenty of times, now. And apparently, he still wanted her, which made her fall even deeper in love with him. So, she concentrated on the cock in her mouth and cupped the big ball sac underneath.

  He fucked her mouth faster and moaned more fervently as she played with his balls.

  “Man, you’re a lucky son-of-a-bitch, Mason,” Eddy said.

  Before much more time passed, Mason shouted, “Enough, Katia!” He pulled out of her mouth, but it was better that way. If Mason came in her mouth, she wouldn’t get to feel his full erection in her core. For some reason, she was no longer nervous about having two men inside her at once and excitedly anticipated the new experience.

  Reaching over, Eddy fondled her breasts and she cooed. She could fuck Mason Germane forever and rather hoped she would, but Eddy was a nice man to include—this one time.

  “Let me lick that beautiful pussy of yours for a while,” Eddy said.

  How could she object? With a sigh, she stretched her arms out above her head and relaxed. He feasted on her folds for only a few moments then swirled his tongue around her clit. She whimpered until he tugged the aching nub into his mouth. She jumped with the first flick and quivered as he scraped it with his tongue. Her moans mounted, and she quivered, desperate for release.

  Then Eddy stopped. “I want to save the big finish for your man, Katia.”

  She nodded, partially disappointed and partially grateful.

  “Mason, move off the bed for a minute while I get into position.”

  As soon as he rolled off, Eddy stood on the bed and manoeuvred himself against the headboard with his feet on either side of Katia’s pillow.

  “Can you sit up, sweetheart?” Mason asked, and he extended both hands to help haul her to a sitting position. He then rooted under the pillow for something. “Just getting a condom and some lube.”

  Ah, so that’s where he hid them.

  He handed the necessary items to Eddy and she heard the tearing open of two foil packets. Before she knew it, her lover was sheathed. Mason’s eyes burned with lust. He kneeled on the bed and walked on his knees to his position between her spread legs.

  Eddy slid down the headboard and from behind her, he said, “Bend your knees and push yourself up on your hands so I can scoot in underneath you.”

  “I’ll help hold you as Eddy eases into your backside.”

  She complied and wondered if they had worked all of this out beforehand or if there was only one way three people could fit together.

  She trembled with her first hint of fear.

  “Relax, beautiful. You’ll need to push against my cock and breathe,” Eddy said gently. “Tell me when you’re ready. If it hurts, say so.”

  “Okay, I’m as relaxed and ready as I can get.”

  Mason held her up as Eddy scooted underneath. She felt him lube her hole, then his tip prodded her anus, begging for entrance. “Go ahead,” she said. Mason lowered her slowly onto Eddy’s erection while she pushed out and breathed deeply. Eddy needed to take some deep breaths, too. Mason stroked her face. “Are you all right, sweetheart?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. Eddy, put your legs together and Katia, spread yours apart.”

  As soon as they had done that, Mason fitted himself between them. His legs pressing Katia’s wider and trapping Eddy’s closed.

  Eddy spoke from beneath her. “Lean back against my hands while I lower you slowly. You’re going to lie on my chest.”

  She did, and Mason leant over her positioning himself at her vortex. “Ready?” he asked.

  She nodded. Mason eased into her tight hole. When he was completely seated, she closed her eyes and breathed heavily.

  “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. I’ve never felt so full.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes. I’ve just never felt anything like this.” And I like it. “Fuck me.”

  The men began moving, slowly and carefully. She had heard that the clit was only part of a bigger nerve bundle inside and the cocks fucking her from both sides must have been hitting a lot of it. Just thinking about what was happening, two men inside her most private parts, fucking her, made her deliriously hot.

  “More,” she cried.

  Eddy and Mason fucked faster and harder. They coordinated their rhythm so they pounded against her at the same time. She gasped and panted but cried, “Yes, yes” so they wouldn’t stop. As they hammered away, she heard moaning and felt every sensation with twice the intensity. Everything broke down her defences. Suddenly, she began to vibrate and realised the loud moans were hers.

  The men were breathing heavily, too. “I’m about to come,” Eddy announced.

  “I can hold off a bit longer if you want, Katia, ” Mason said.

  She couldn’t speak. She was so lost in pleasure and sensation, she just concentrated on enjoying every thrust and parry.

  Eddy quivered and spasmed. Her backside heated, and she imagined his hot cum shooting into his condom as he jerked.

  “Oh, God. I’m going to come!” As soon as the words left her mouth, she exploded. Without the worry of disturbing a roommate, Katia screamed out her joy. Mason began bucking and grunting inside her, one spasm right after the other. Heat filled both her openings, and the pressure of Mason’s pelvis pounding her clit sent her further.

  She shattered. Spasms hit hard, and a violent orgasm ripped through her. Immediately after, she floated into an exquisite state—as if she had left her body.

  In her trance, she went after every last tremor, experiencing this journey to the fullest until she was spent.

  At last, they all lay still, breathing heavily.

  “That wasn’t at all bad,” Katia said seriously.

  A deep male voice began to rumble. Soon they were all laughing, causing each other to bounce and laugh harder until any and all tension between them vanished.

  Chapter Six

  Now the race was on to finish Mason’s graphic novel and colourise it before his meeting Friday morning.

  They had all dressed quickly, and as soon as Eddy had shaken Mason’s hand and kissed Katia on the cheek, he hoisted his carry-on luggage over his shoulder and left.

  Mason dragged her towards his room. “Come on, Katia. There’s no time to waste. I need to get that sample done.”

  “What about the costume? We were supposed to shop for it today.”

  “I can draw you without it.” He flashed her his best grin. “Besides, I like you better nude.”

  With a coy smile, she said, “Why don’t we try drawing in your roommate’s bedroom this time?”

  “I know what you’re thinking, but there’s no time for that now. I need to finish my work.”

  She folded her arms and displayed a fake pout.

  “Katia, I’m not kidding.”

  She heaved a big sigh and trudged towards Mason’s bedroom. Her attitude disappointed him. He was burning for another round too, but right now he had a job to finish and about thirty-six hours left.

  He strode in after her, and she practically attacked him, trying to yank his boxers off.

  “Stop it, Katia! I mean it!”

  She simply giggled and tried again.

  In a moment of utter frustration, he hauled her over to the bed, perched on the edge and dragged her body across his lap. Holding her down with one arm, he spanked her bare bottom with the other. An odd feeling of arousal overtook him as his hand bounced off her cheeks, watching as they jiggled and turned bright pink. He indulged his lust a number of times before he could stop himself.

  Katia inhaled deeply after each spank but didn’t cry out. At last, Mason wrestled back his control. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I—I shouldn’t have—”

  “No. You were right to spank me. I was inconsiderate.”

  “Yes, you were, but I could have handled it better.” He let her up
, and she rubbed her behind.

  Then to his surprise, she stood against the wall and said, “I will pose for you now.”

  He swallowed hard. “Katia, I’m not sure I can draw.”

  Glancing at his lap, she must have spotted the enormous bulge and scanned him with questioning eyes.

  “I have to fuck you. Right now, if you’ll let me. Are you still horny?”

  In a hoarse whisper, she admitted, “More than ever.”

  Mason quickly stripped off his clothes and told her to stand facing the wall. She did as asked immediately. Could my Dominatrix really be a submissive? The notion excited him beyond understanding and so did the view of his red handprints on her bottom.

  He strolled over and stood behind her. “Brace your hands against the wall and stick your ass out. Then part your legs so I can see your pussy.”

  She assumed the requested position without question. Mason rubbed his hand over her well-warmed bottom.

  “Does that hurt?”

  “It stings, but not in a bad way.” She wiggled her ass back and forth against his hand.

  His engorged cock throbbed painfully. He slipped his hand between her legs and found her clit. “I’m going to hold my finger still. I want you to rub against it until you come. “

  Katia pumped and moaned, turning him on even more. He watched her ass undulate as if she were fucking. He’d carry that picture in his mind when she was impaled on his cock, her luscious, round, pink ass bobbing in the air.

  He inserted two fingers into her drenched centre. It didn’t take more than a few strokes before she began to tremble. Then she cried out and vibrated against his finger. Her inner muscles clenched and gripped his fingers as he watched her enjoy a powerful, extraordinarily long orgasm.

  When she sank against the wall, huffing and puffing, Mason slipped his arms around her torso and held her. “Are you all right, love?”

  She chuckled. “I’m very good. Thank you.”

  “You can thank me as soon as you have the strength to sit on my cock.” He kissed her ear and moved to the bed, jubilantly jumping backward and landing with his stiff erection standing up in the air. Suddenly, he remembered the condom and quickly grabbed one from the drawer.

  Smiling, she strode to the bed and straddled his lower body. “You don’t want me to suck your cock, first?”

  “Not this time.” He rolled the condom over his length and grinned. “I just want to be fucking you within the next few seconds.”

  She poised her glistening cunt over his massive hard-on and sank onto it. Contented sighs escaped their lips at the same time. Katia leant over to kiss him, and Mason grasped her sides. Before she reached his lips, he stared into her beautiful eyes and said, “I love you Katia. I want you to know that.”

  She smiled. “I love you too—and if I upset you again, you can spank me.” After a soft, romantic kiss, she winked and said, “When your work is done, I might upset you a little on purpose.”

  Mason groaned, cupped the back of her head and pulled her to his mouth for a passionate, deep, almost bruising kiss. She began lifting and lowering her hips in rhythm, joined by his. When she locked her elbows, he cupped her breasts, massaging and squeezing while she reared back, moaning in bliss.

  They fucked to an internal, frantic beat, and sweat rolled down Mason’s chest. Moisture pasted Katia’s hair to the sides of her face. She bounced enthusiastically up and down on his cock. He loved the incredible frenzy and didn’t want to come too soon, but the sensation and pressure mounted until he knew he couldn’t last much longer.

  She began to tremble. “I’m going to come, Mason.”

  “Come for me, Katia. Come hard.”

  She screamed, bucked and spasmed, pulsating against his penis. Violent waves and electric jolts ripped through him as he released his cum. He continued spurting into the condom, jerking and grunting until the very last aftershock.

  When they stilled, she rolled off of him and collapsed at his side, panting. Mason drew her into his arms and nuzzled her salty neck.

  She whispered, “I can’t imagine being happier.”

  “We’ll have many happy moments like this, Katia. There’s plenty of time to explore our bodies and feelings—after Friday.”

  * * * *

  The fateful day arrived, and Mason had stayed up almost all night to ready his presentation for the publisher from Medusa Comics. Now he was seated in front of the man, holding his breath while the publisher scrutinised each page.

  When he reached the end, he smiled and leant back in his chair. “This shows promise. I like the character and storyline. The drawings are very well done. It shows you care about your product. But…”

  Oh no. Here it comes. Rejection.

  “Are you able to produce one of these every month?”

  Stunned, Mason faltered for a moment. Then he quickly said, “Absolutely. I finished this in about a week.”

  The gentleman raised his eyebrows and smiled, obviously impressed. “Good. Prepare a three-month lead. If your quality is consistent with this, we can talk about a longer contract and a monthly serial.”

  Mason accepted the paperwork he was offered, shook the man’s hand and nearly floated out of his office. Katia had asked him to call right after the meeting to let her know how it had gone. When he’d asked her about receiving a personal call at work, she’d said not to worry. Her uncle was being nicer to her now that she wasn’t cluttering up his living room.

  As soon as Mason reached the sidewalk, he pulled his cell phone from his jacket pocket and speed dialled the restaurant. How would he tell her? Act sad then come out with the happy truth? Nah. Not his style.

  Her uncle’s gruff voice announced, “Demetri’s.”

  “May I speak to Katia, please?”

  “She’s busy. Who’s this?”

  “Never mind. I’ll come over to see her.” Before Demetri could say a word to bring down his mood, he snapped the cell phone closed and strutted to the restaurant.

  * * * *

  Katia glanced up from wiping the counter to see Mason standing in front of her, hands in his pockets and a foolish grin on his face.

  “Mason! You look happy. Does that mean your appointment went well?”

  “Come here,” he said.

  Since she had been trying to look busy in the near empty restaurant, she dropped the wet rag and trotted around the counter. His expression said he had good news, and her hopes began to rise.

  “I got the contract,” he said.

  Katia squealed, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the lips.

  Of course, that brought her uncle to the serving window. “What’s going on?” he demanded.

  Mason glanced up at the serving window and said, “I’m glad you’re here, sir. I have good news. Not only can I afford to support Katia now, but…” He dropped to one knee, took her hand and asked her to marry him.

  Katia’s head spun, and she feared she might faint. Did she hear him correctly? Gawking at him, she asked, “What did you say?”

  He chuckled. “I said, ‘I love you. Will you marry me?’ You can get your green card sooner rather than later—plus me. What a bonus.”

  She dropped to her knees. Hot tears welled up, and she tried to speak but had to catch her breath first.

  Remembering the way he had stressed the word ‘temporary’, she had to ask. “Are you sure? I thought you wanted to spend some time together.”

  He cupped her face. “I don’t need any more time. I’m in love with you, Katia.”

  She shifted her head to kiss him and tingles invaded her spine.

  “Well, say yes, for heaven’s sake,” her uncle yelled.

  She giggled and tears blurred her vision. Still, she could see the expectant look in the eyes of her handsome future husband. A hush fell over the restaurant.

  “I’d love nothing more in this world than to be your wife.”

  Demetri clapped loudly from the serving window, and the customers smiled and
joined in.

  Mason leant towards her lips, and she kissed him with all the passion in her heart. When they finally broke apart, Mason helped her to her feet. Uncle Demetri rounded the corner and shook Mason’s hand. He was smiling. Actually smiling! And to Katia’s pleasant shock, he kissed her on the cheek.

  “Congratulations! Welcome to the family.” Uncle Demetri clapped him on the back.

  Mason wrapped his arms around Katia and asked her patron, “When can I take her home?”

  “Wait here. I’ll see if my wife can come down and take her place. You two have a wedding to plan.”

  When he had disappeared into the kitchen to call his wife, Katia said, “You’ve made me beyond happy. I’m going to share my life with the man I love. And I—I have a home. Your home.”

  “Our home. The home I’m happy to share with my voluptuous Totalitarian.”

  About the Author

  Ashlyn Chase describes herself as an Almond Joy bar. A little nutty, a little flaky, but basically sweet, wanting only to give her readers a scrumptious, satisfying, reading experience.

  She holds a degree in behavioural sciences, worked as a psychiatric RN for several years and spent a few more years working for the American Red Cross where she still volunteers as an instructor. She credits her sense of humour to her former careers since comedy helped preserve whatever was left of her sanity. She is a multi-published, award-winning author of humorous erotic romances.

  Represented by the Nancy Yost agency in New York, NY, she lives in beautiful New Hampshire with her true-life hero husband and a spoiled brat cat.

  Email: [email protected]

  Ashlyn loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.total-e-bound.com.

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