Chapter 45- Angel
Maya POV.
Your sweet and innocent Maya likes anal play,” Lucas chuckles, kissing me again as Nicklaus growls.
“Fu*k you just get better and better angel,” Nicklaus curses as I feel his finger rubbing against my clit from behind. “Think you can take more?”
I look back behind me and smile. “Please Nick, I need you in me.”
“Fu*k you are so hot,” Nicklaus groans, freeing his solid cock from his trousers and making short work of slamming into me. Nicklaus wraps my ponytail around his hand and pulls me so I’m on my knees leaning my back against his chest. Letting go of my hair, his hand wraps around my neck. He squeezes, but not enough to cut off my air supply. I moan as he starts moving within me and keeps hold of my throat.
“Fuck that looks so hot,” Lucas moans in front of me as he reaches out and starts rubbing my clit.
“Whose are you, Maya?” Nicklaus growls as he pounds into me hard.
“Yours, all of yours,” I called as I took everything he and Lucas gave me. I love it when they get rough.
“Tighter, O God!” I call as I get lost in the moment. Nicklaus’s grip on my throat tightens and I let out a deep moan which causes Nicklaus to pound into me harder. He’s holding so tight I can only get a small amount of air into my lungs, but I don’t panic as he restricts my breathing, instead I feel my pussy gushing from the excitement. I trust him implicitly that he won't let any harm come to me.
Fuck you are so perfect, so tight,” he growls through gritted teeth. “One of these days I’m going to tie you up and fu*k you until you beg me to stop,” Nicklaus moans in my ear. “I’m going to find out every kink you have and give you everything you need,” he adds before releasing his hold on my neck and pushing me so I’m back leaning forward. Lucas is sitting in front of me so I place my hands on his shoulders as he kisses me and reaches up to play with my breasts. I feel pressure against my back entrance again before Nicklaus spits on it and pushes a finger into me. I groan with pleasure as he picks up speed with his cock and his finger.
“Now I know you like this; I’m going to claim it first.
“ I cry as I rush towards a second orgasm. Before I cum Nicklaus pulls out of my pussy and I feel his cock pressing against my puckered entrance.
“Stay still, let me take care of you,” Nicklaus whispers as Lucas starts playing with my clit again whilst kissing me. Nicklaus adds more pressure to my back passage, and I feel the head of his hard cock pop inside of me slowly followed by more and more of it. Stretching me, making me his.
“Nick!,” I call out as the pleasure becomes a discomfort.
“Shush, princess, I got you,” he calls as he works in and out of me, going a little deeper each time.
“Nick please,” I beg as I close my eyes and realize the pain is adding to the pleasure.
“Fuck I thought your pussy was tight, but this is something else.” Nicklaus curses.
“I’m cumming,” I yell as my whole-body tenses, and I shake violently as the orgasm crashes through me. Nicklaus keeps pumping into me as I ride out the orgasm and quickly head towards another. Lucas pushes his fingers into my gushing pussy and I hear Nicklaus and Lucas both moan at the same time as me. I can tell Nicklaus is getting close as his breathing picks up along with his thrusts, he’s getting rougher which is pushing me closer to another orgasm.
“Fu*k princess !” Nicklaus curses as I cry out and feel him filling me with his warm release.
As the comforting weight of exhaustion settles upon me like a heavy cloak, I find solace in leaning my head against the sturdy shoulder of Lucas, relying on his unwavering support to keep me upright. My entire body succumbs to a profound sense of relaxation, each muscle loosening and slackening until I feel as though I might melt into a puddle on the floor. Sensing my weakening state, Nicklaus tenderly withdraws from our embrace, his departure marked by a fleeting sensation of loss.
In an instant, Lucas springs into action, his strong arms encircling me protectively as he guides me onto his lap, ensuring that I remain cradled in his embrace. With a gentle yet firm hold, he supports my languid form, providing a sense of security amidst the swirling currents of exhaustion that threaten to pull me under. The warmth of his touch serves as a reassuring anchor, grounding me in the present moment and shielding me from the overwhelming tide of weariness that threatens to engulf me.
Wrapped in the cocoon of Lucas's embrace, I find myself enveloped in a sanctuary of comfort and security, his steady presence serving as a beacon of strength amidst the chaos that surrounds us. With each steady breath he draws, I feel a sense of calm wash over me, a soothing balm to the frayed edges of my weary soul. In his arms, I find refuge from the storm, a safe haven where I can surrender to the embrace of exhaustion without fear or reservation.
“That was fucking hot,” he chuckles into my hair, as my eyes start to close, suddenly feeling exhausted but content.
As Nicklaus's soothing words envelop me in a tender embrace, a sense of weariness washes over my entire being, threatening to engulf me in its heavy embrace. His gentle touch, coupled with the warmth of his lips pressing against mine, provides a fleeting sanctuary amidst the turbulent chaos that surrounds us, offering a moment of tranquility amidst the tempestuous storm raging outside.
With a barely perceptible nod of assent, I yielded to his suggestion, my limbs weighed down by the exhaustion that courses through me, allowing him to lead me towards the sanctuary of the bathroom. Lucas, a stalwart pillar of strength, joins our solemn procession, his sturdy arms enveloping me in a protective cocoon as he effortlessly carries me across the threshold.
Within the confines of the bathroom, a serene aura permeates the air, the gentle flicker of candlelight casting intricate patterns upon the walls, imbuing the space with an ethereal glow. The melodic symphony of running water fills the room, its rhythmic cadence serving as a soothing balm to my frayed nerves as Lucas tenderly eases me into the warm embrace of the shower.
The torrent of hot water cascades over my weary form like a gentle cascade, its rejuvenating embrace washing away the accumulated grime of the day and easing the tension that grips my tired muscles. With closed eyes, I relinquish myself to the enveloping sensation, releasing the burdensome weight of worry and fear that has plagued my mind.
By my side stands Nicklaus, a steadfast beacon of reassurance amidst the swirling currents of uncertainty. His practiced hands move with fluid precision, skillfully erasing the remnants of fatigue from my skin, his touch a delicate yet firm caress, as though intent on expelling every lingering trace of exhaustion from my weary frame.
As the rivulets of water trickle down my revitalized skin, a profound sense of renewal surges through my being, a newfound vitality stirring within me despite the lingering tendrils of weariness that cling stubbornly to my bones. With each passing moment, I feel myself being resurrected from the depths of fatigue, emerging from the shadows like a phoenix ascending from the ashes of its former self.
Eventually, the warm cascade begins to taper off, signaling the conclusion of our impromptu interlude of reprieve. With a reluctant exhalation, I permit Lucas to assist me out of the shower, enveloping myself in the plush comfort of a towel before making my way towards the inviting sanctuary of the bedroom.
The bed beckons to me like a siren's call, its soft embrace promising respite and rejuvenation after the trials of the day. Nestled within its comforting confines, the smooth sheets cradle me in their tender embrace, urging me to surrender to the blissful oblivion of sleep. With Nicklaus by my side, his protective arms wrapped securely around me, I drift into the peaceful realm of dreams, secure in the knowledge that I am cherished and safeguarded in their unwavering love and care.