When they touch me (Shelagh Milano)

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“Fuck, yes!” I scream in pleasure as Matthew pushes the beaded dildo into me.

He had prepared me with his fingers, pounding me with two of them gently, and made me wet enough again to be able to take it easily. But starting out gently doesn’t seem to be good enough for him as he wraps his hand around my neck to stabilise himself better to thrust into me harder.

I claw down on Matthew’s shoulder with the hand that I don’t need to keep me stable and have wrapped around Fynn’s strong shoulders.

They must love to torture me as the vibrations of the couple's toy are still going and I feel my sanity slipping from me.

“It’s too much,” I breathe out, and shudder pleasantly as Fynn kisses me right below my ear.

“Do you want us to stop?” he asks, and I surprise myself as I shake my head.

“No!” I moan, my lust taking over my entire being. “Don’t stop!”

Feeling my release building up and bubbling into my chest, I turn my head to press my lips against his throat. “I’m cuming! I’m cuming!”

‘Fucking perfect,’ Drake comments for Fynn, before I scream my lungs out at my earth-shattering orgasm tearing me apart.

“Fuck, babe!” Matthew chuckles, as he moves the toy in and out of me slower, making me ride out my high fully.

Looking up at him, I see that he is covered in my juices.

“Oh, no. I’m sorry,” I say, blushing. “This has never happened to me.”

Slipping the sex toy out of me, he steps closer and kisses me. His hand behind my head pulls me closer as he tastes me fully.

“Are you kidding?! This is the best thing that ever happened to me,” he says as he breaks the kiss.

Fynn lets me down on my feet carefully, and I’m still trying to grasp back reality as I feel them come closer.

Matthew unbuttons his pants while Fynn grabs my face and pulls me closer to kiss me.

Goddess!

My heart stops beating as he gets me to push down a gasp at the intensity of it. Flames flicker through me, joining the breathtaking sparks erupting at our connection. I feel like they are burning me alive from the inside while I try to remind myself to breathe.

This isn’t good.

Why does he have to make me feel this way?

He out of all people.

As he breaks the kiss, I’m out of breath and must be suffering serious brain damage as I can’t seem to hold on a single thought.

“Call your brother, and fuck me already,” I whimper, making Fynn grin at me.

Matthew chuckles, shaking his head. “You aren’t ready yet, love.”

Stepping closer, I look down at his cock that he is stroking teasingly before I look back up at him. “And he had enough of you already.”

Fynn pushes me gently, steering me to get on my knees.

I get Matthew to let go of his dick to take over. While I start working his cock with my hand, and take his tip into my mouth, Fynn opens his pants, taking my hand to stroke him simultaneously.

Their groans and the feeling of their hard dicks in my control get my core to heat up once again, making me fear that my drenched pussy must be dripping onto the floor.

Fynn buries his hand into my hair, and the vibrations increase once again.

Moaning, I tear myself off Matthew’s cock, and look up at Fynn, finding him playing with his phone again. He grins at me before he puts it away, and I close my eyes, enjoying the vibrations on my clit.

Fynn jerks back my head, making me open my eyes to look at him.

I move seductively on my knees, my nerves buzzing as I take his cock into my mouth without letting go of Matthew.

He tastes amazing, and I love everything about his cock, even if I struggle to take it in properly at its thickness. I roll my eyes into the back of my head at the sole thought of feeling him in me and nearly feel guilty as the cocks of my other mates, as fantastic and huge they might be, don’t have the same effect on me.

He is going to be the biggest I ever had, and I find myself pleading to my Goddess that he will lose control just once to have me feel him mine fully.

I know that he will never accept me as a mate, and he hasn’t told his brothers yet, but maybe he will give in to his wolf’s primal instincts.

Holding my head in place, he takes control of my blowjob and thrusts deeper into my throat. I risk coming on the spot as he forces me to take him deeper.

Matthew moves, getting me to release him as Fynn groans, “Fuck!”

Fynn pulls my head back, releasing his cock from my mouth, and forces me to keep my eyes on him as he continues jerking himself off.

Matthew’s hand reaches to grab my chin, and he pushes his thumb between my lips, getting me to pull out my tongue.

This simple gesture and his darkened gaze are the last drop I needed to come hard.

They watch me as I grab onto their legs, and moan as I enjoy my next orgasm.

Reopening my eyes, I smile up at them. As their groans and faps fill the room, I turn my head to Matthew, licking the tip of his dick as his breathing pattern changes, making him come all over me. It doesn’t take long for Fynn to follow him.

As they are catching their breath, Fynn finally turns off the couple's sex toy, and Matthew chuckles, picking me up into his arms.

“So fucking perfect,” he compliments me, kissing my head.

He carries me out of the wardrobe and into my bathroom to clean ourselves up.

I giggle as he refuses to put me back down and operates the shower with me clinging onto him.

Fynn follows silently and stays out of our playful demeanour until we start kissing under the streaming water.

At this moment, he joins our shower as well, even if he limits himself to touching me, and I don’t get another kiss from him.

***

By the time Matthew lays me down on my bed, wrapped in a towel, I’m terribly exhausted.

“Oh, my Goddess. I think I need a nap before starting to work again,” I whisper, making Matthew chuckle.

“Take a break. And take it easy, my love,” he says, before kissing my cheek.

“Uh-huh,” I hum, closing my eyes. “Can I take it out now, you pervert?”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Not yet, babe. You need to feel us another bit.”

Groaning, I turn onto my side, ready to fall asleep.

I sense them wanting to leave my room, but my tiredness blocks out my common sense. “Fynn!”

Fynn reacts to my call, even if I can imagine that it is only reluctantly, and I feel the bed dip as he must be leaning over me.

“Didn’t you want to tell me something,” I ask in a whisper, and my skin prickles as he caresses strands of hair out of my face.

He sighs, lowering his voice, and I ask myself what Matthew must be thinking at his words. “Talk to Logan first, then we will see if it is still necessary.”

My heart squeezes in my chest, and I clench my eyes closed further. Acting as if I wouldn’t care, I nod, and my heart skips a beat as he kisses my temple.

Tell him to stay!

I gulp down the little voice resurfacing in me, and desperation is right about to claim my chest once again as he tears me out of it.

‘Tell her that we are happy that she is ours!’ I hear Drake order, but Fynn ignores him.

Of course he does…

As usual, Cassy is hiding somewhere dark when I get intimate with my mates, and I take a deep breath as it feels strangely comfortable in my mind.

“I’ll wake you up in a bit,” I hear him whisper smugly before he gets up.

They are about to leave, and my consciousness is slipping from my fingers as I hear Fynn growl, “Take her tea, Matt!”