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It started with a thought. A simple thought, if not innocent.
When your boyfriend is a telepath, though, that's all it takes.
"You want more," Charles murmured against my neck, one hand on my back and one under my ass as he slowly lifted and lowered me on his cock.
"No," I insisted, breathing heavily as the grinding of his pelvis on my clit brought me closer to the edge. "I love you. I love being with you."
He started moving me a little faster, a little harder. Just a little.
"I'm paralyzed and your muscles are weak, my dear," he reminded me, his voice strained.
"So?" I teased, fully aware of the thought he read. The fleeting, yet powerful, urge for things we can't physically do together.
"So…" Charles tightened his grip, his fingers digging into me. "No matter how satisfying this may be, you want to be dominated. Held down and taken." Lowering his voice, he growled the last word, "Fucked."
He was right. But I did love him, I loved everything about being intimate with him, no matter how we had to accommodate both our disabilities. And besides, how would we even –
The image Charles projected into my mind pushed me hard over the edge of a powerful orgasm.
***
And now here we are, it's actually happening. I still can't believe Logan agreed.
He's naked, we both are, his enormous, muscular body pressing my comparatively small frame into the mattress as he kisses me like he's trying to devour me. One hand is holding my wrists above my head, the other groping my breasts with an almost animalistic fervor, grunting primally into my mouth while pinching my nipple until I whine.
He shifts between my spread legs, and begins slowly grinding his intimidatingly sized erection along my slit. I gasp at the sensation, and hear Charles groan from his position next to the bed.
"Oh, you just wait," Logan teases, breaking away from the kiss to drag his mouth down my neck, my chest, swirling his tongue around my hard nipples. "You won't believe the sounds she's going to make…"
He props himself up, looming over me, and smirks as he uses his hand to drag his cock from my clit, down through my folds to my achingly wet entrance. The way I squirm clearly pleases him, and he does it again, pressing a little harder this time until he almost –almost, but not quite –penetrates me.
"Please," I whisper.
Logan turns to look at Charles, who is harder than I've ever seen him but hasn't touched himself yet. Looking to him for permission.
Charles gives it with a quick, almost nervous nod, looking at me submissive and begging for another man like he's never seen me be more beautiful or desirable. Like he wants this as much as I do, maybe more.
But Logan is a fucking tease who is going to make both of us wait.
"Everything you can't do with Charles," he says, sliding along my folds even slower this time, bringing my wetness up to rub on my clit. "That's what you said, yeah?"
Without waiting for an answer, he crawls up my body like a predator, coming to rest with his unbelievable thighs on either side of my chest. His cock rests heavily between my breasts, the tip wet with my arousal, looking even thicker and intimidating close up.
Logan takes one breast in each hand, kneading gently, fondling my ample curves. Then he presses them together, tight around his cock, my nipples held firmly between his thumbs and the meaty part of his hands.
He thrusts. Slowly, his body making mine rock as he slides along my cleavage.
At the apex of each motion, he's so close to my face, I can almost…
Letting go of one breast, Logan helps me tip my head up, propping it with a pillow before grabbing me again, twisting my nipple until I moan. The sound I make is cut off by the head of his cock coming to rest between my parted lips.
A new surge of arousal goes through me and I eagerly open my mouth to welcome him.
It's just the tip, just an inch or so as he continues to fuck my tits at a slightly faster rate, but with my gag reflex and his size, I don't think I could take much more anyway. Still, I've never been with anyone but Charles so this is the first time I've ever done this.
I stick my tongue out, licking enthusiastically at the taste of his sweat and my wetness. By the satisfied, primal sound he makes, I think I'm doing it right. A breathless "Good God" from Charles confirms that.
Wow.
I know Charles is attracted to me, but I always kind of thought it was mostly my brain, my psychic abilities. Hearing two men, both of them extremely attractive and capable of getting anyone they want, having this reaction about me?
I don't remember ever being so turned on, and I have to squeeze my legs together in attempt to relieve some of the throbbing need for friction.
Sensing the movement behind him, Logan stops thrusting.
"Horny little girl, ain't you?" he asks, his voice dangerous and low. With one final, rough squeeze of my nipples, he backs off, moving back down and forcing my legs apart.
He settles down with his face between them, his beard scratching the sensitive skin of my inner thighs as he kisses and licks each one. Oh God, is he going to…?
"Yes," Charles whispers, reading my mind. He's held back so far, but he is beginning to rub his hand against the evident bulge in the front of his pants. "He's going to go down on you."
After a minute or so of avoiding the area I desperately need him to touch, Logan finally licks a long, slow stripe from my anus to my clit. I cry out at the fireworks going off on my nerve endings, wishing I could grind my hips upward to meet his face.
He puts his hands on my thighs, holding me down, and flicks his tongue against my aching clit several times before putting his lips around it and sucking hard. I can feel him smirking against me as I scream in pleasure, and my body is tightening with every swirl of his tongue and scrape of his beard.
He presses his face into my core, licking along my slit with the fervor and desperation of a starving man. Beside us, the man I love is stroking himself slowly, his mouth parted, as he watches another man's tongue dipping into my tight pussy.
And then Logan stops, just as I was about to orgasm.
"Bastard," I mutter, and he tilts his head in reluctant agreement.
"Yeah," he says, waiting for me to back away from the edge before spreading my legs and kneeling between them. "And you love it."
Guiding himself with his hand, he positions his cock at my entrance, sliding it through the slickness before slowly beginning to push in.
I suck in a breath at the sensation. I knew he was big, but seeing it and feeling it are very different things.
He barely has the tip inside, but I can already tell how much he's going to stretch me. And how deep.
He makes shallow thrusts, inching farther each time and letting me get used to his girth, smiling in satisfaction at my soft whimpering. For all of the teasing and foreplay, for as unbelievably wet as I am, that brief few moments with his tongue is all the preparation Logan gave me for the actual penetration.
"You like that?" he asks, and he's staring at me but his words are meant for Charles. "Like seeing your girl getting stretched by a nice, big cock?"
Charles's only response is a moan, I think louder than mine, as Logan starts going deeper.
Charles is decently sized, perfectly sized in fact, but I have never felt so full. It's almost too much, it almost hurts, and when I look down at where we are connected, I see Logan still has several inches to go.
He slowly draws back, dragging his cock almost completely out of me. He gives me a wicked smile.
And then, in one swift, hard thrust, he drives his entire length deep into my tight pussy, stretching me in places I didn't know he could reach.
I cry out, the pleasure tinged with pain, as Logan sighs in relief.
"Good?" he asks.
Every neuron in my brain has dedicated itself to comprehending how amazing it feels, and I can't form words or even proper thoughts.
"She's good," Charles confirms breathlessly, reading my mind. If his voice is any indication, he's feeling my arousal as well. "She wants more."
"Yes ma'am," Logan murmurs. He leans over me, bracing one arm on either side of my head with his enormous body blanketing mine, and he fucks me.
That's the only word for it. It isn't sex, it isn't making love. It is fucking. Hard, pounding, rough fucking.
He alternates his pace; sometimes mercilessly fast, like a jackhammer drilling into my core, and sometimes his thrusts are more staggered, pulling slowly back and slamming so deep and hard that our bodies painfully slap together.
My orgasm comes quickly and powerfully, the pleasure and release coursing through my body with almost overwhelming strength. My pussy snaps tight around him and he growls in my ear, his pounding not relenting in the slightest as I scream his name.
If anything, I think it makes him go harder, grinding and rolling his hips in time with my squeezing walls.
I look at Charles, one hand wrapped tight around his cock and the other reaching under his unbuttoned shirt to play with his nipples like I do when we make love. His look of pure lust, combined with Logan's continuing pounding of my already overstimulated pussy, reignites the fires of my arousal.
"Ready to try something else?" Logan asks, and before I can answer, his arms are under me, wrapping around my back and hugging me close to his chest. I am completely surrounded by him, inside and out. My entire world right now is the feeling of his body, the sound of his rumbling grunts, the taste of his sweat.
He stands, helping me put my arms around his neck and lets gravity pull me down, driving him deeper into me while his hands grope and fondle my ass.
"I could lower you into Charles's lap like this," he says, bouncing me on his cock while one finger teases my anus.
The sound Charles makes at this is nothing short of obscene desire, and he sends me the filthy and erotic Image of them both fucking me simultaneously.
"Maybe another day," Logan growls, making me gasp when he sucks hard at my collarbone. "Right now, you're mine."
With that, he pushes me against the cold wall and humps up into my pussy with a new frenzy. He's breathing hard, his jaw tight. He's fucking like it's survival, like the world will end if he doesn't ram his cock into me as hard as he can.
And I know this isn't as hard as he can. He's Wolverine. Impossibly strong.
I’m being ravaged rougher than I ever imagined, a massive cock pistoning in and out of my tight pussy like a jackhammer…
And this is him holding back so he doesn't hurt me.
Over Logan's broad shoulder, I see Charles read that thought of mine. His eyes flutter closed briefly and he speeds up his stroking.
"I'm gonna cum," Logan growls, and my pussy squeezes involuntarily at how hot he makes that sound. "You watching, Charles? I'm going to cum in your girl."
His thrusts grow more staggered, the rhythm faltering. His fingers squeeze me so tight, I'm going to have bruises.
The sound he makes when he finally spills his release inside me is nothing short of primal, and he gives a few more half hearted thrusts as he rides out the wave, as if trying to make sure he shoves every last bit as far into me as he can.
Charles follows quickly behind. I don't need to see him, I can feel his orgasm almost as if it's my own. It makes me want my second one even more.
Even without trying to move, even with Logan softening in me, every heaving, panting breath he takes gives me friction just where I need it. If we stay like this for a minute or two, maybe—
But then Logan is getting hard again, his cock twitching in my pussy.
"Regeneration," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. He gives me a hard thrust, finding little resistance with his cum making me even more slick. He looks to Charles. "What other filthy things have you seen in her mind?"
I don't know what images Charles sends him, but Logan chuckles darkly. "Oh, girl. This is gonna be fun."