Alcott Hall: Second Sons Book Three
Alcott Hall: Chapter 49

As Madeline scrambled forward, Warren pulled out the other French letter, working it down his impressive length. She wasn’t sure what to do, but he had no patience for her hesitancy. He grabbed her by the hips and hauled her across his lap until her legs were straddling him. He seated her right before his cock, so it was all but wedged between her parted folds.

It only took a little pressure and a lift of his hips, and he was sliding his massive cock along her sensitive bud, making her arms break out in gooseflesh as she shivered.

“Look at me, lovely,” he murmured, tipping her face up with a gentle hand. “Do you want this? Do you want more?”

She nodded, biting her bottom lip as she ran her hands through the soft hair of his chest. His own fingers tweaked her nipples and she hissed.

“Keep biting that lip, and see what happens,” he growled, claiming her lips in a kiss.

She felt impossibly small in his arms, wrapping her own around his neck and pulling him closer until her breasts were brushing against his fevered skin.

Then Charles was behind her, straddling Warren’s legs too to kiss her exposed neck. She cried out, arching into him as she teased Warren with her tongue. Warren broke the kiss with her, holding her close, as he reached for Charles, pulling him flush with her back to kiss him too.

She whimpered, loving the feeling of being pressed so tightly between them. But then Warren was letting him go, and Charles was slipping back, leaving her in Warren’s possessive hands.

“You’re going to ride me,” Warren ordered, flexing his hips to move his cock against her wet core. “You take as much of me as you want, then stop. Ease into it.”

She nodded, her gaze dropping between them. “How do I…”

“You just sit down, princess,” he teased, nipping her chin as he slid his hands down to brace her hips. “Put me between your legs and sit until it feels too full. I’ll help you.”

She nodded again, arching up a bit until she could angle the tip of his cock between her legs.

He held still as she wrapped a hand around him, moving him. “Feel me there? At your center? Feel that pressure?”

“Yes,” she said on a breath, her core aching with a sudden sharp pain as she sank down an inch. “Ow, ow,” she whimpered, even as her heart raced out of control. A deep hum in her core begged for more.

“Don’t hurt her,” came Charles’s sharp order, his hands smoothing down her back.

“Does it hurt?” Warren echoed, his dark gaze locked on her.

She shook her head, biting her lip as she sank down further, feeling the sting and the stretch.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growled. “But you need to answer us, Madeline. Does it hurt? Use your words, or I stop.” As if to prove his point, his firm hands held her still.

“Pressure,” she said on a breath. “It’s pressure more than pain now. Warren, I feel so full. I—you—it’s a good hurt.”

She didn’t know if her words made sense, but they were the only coherent thoughts she could make as she sank down another inch, breathing out through her mouth. There was no room for air in her lungs. There was only Warren.

“What a good girl,” he soothed, his hands still bracing her hips. His dark gaze trailed down her body, focusing on their point of connection. “Look at how well you take my cock, princess. Next time you sneak off without a chaperone, I’m going to let Charles bury himself in this cunt while I fuck your arse.”

She gasped, her core clenching around.

“You said you want to know what it is between us,” he went on. “You want us to show you?”

Her hands gripped tight to his shoulders as she sank down on him. “I do,” she whimpered.

“That’s because you’re a perfect goddess who needs two men to please her,” he growled, claiming her lips in a ravenous kiss that left her breathless. He bit down on her bottom lip as he pulled away, pulling a gasp from her.

“Oh god,” she cried out, testing the movements of her hips, sliding along his thickness.

“You want us to fuck you the way we fuck each other?” he muttered, digging one hand into her curls to tip her head back.

She held his gaze, her eyes taking in the whole picture—the beauty, the scars, all his hard edges. “Yes.”

“That means we take your arse, and we press in deep,” he growled, his lips brushing hers. “And at least in your arse we get to come. We’ll have you so full, Madeline. You’ll go back to your friend the duchess with us dripping down your legs. We’ll make a sticky, perfect mess out of you. Let any man try and claim what is so thoroughly ours.”

She could hardly think. The mental images his words conjured had her ready to shatter. She could feel her core squeezing him tight.

He grunted, shifting his hips, sinking her down another inch. “You like when I talk to you,” he teased. “You like when I explain things.”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Good girl. Then use your legs and slide up and down my cock. This cock is yours, Madeline. I am yours, just as Charles was yours a moment ago. You own us, princess. Now, fuck me like a queen.” He sat back, lifting his hands away from her hips and tucking them behind his head. He smiled down at her, waiting for her to follow his instructions.

Hesitantly, she lifted up, feeling the slide of his cock inside her. Then she sank back down. A shuddering heat pulled through her and they both stiffened.

“Again,” he muttered. “Don’t stop.”

She did it a few more times, testing how much of him she could take before the pain felt too sharp. Her core clenched him tight as she looked down, seeing the way her breasts moved with each thrust of her hips. He was watching too, his hungry eyes locked on her breasts.

“Come watch, Charles,” he murmured, his lips barely moving. “Come watch how prettily she rides me. Look at our goddess.”

Charles shifted behind her, coming around to sit next to Warren.

Warren put an arm around him, kissing up his neck, murmuring softly in his ear something that had Charles reaching out, wrapping a hand around the base of Warren’s cock.

“I think you can take more of me,” Warren murmured. “Sink down until you reach his hand.”

Adjusting the spread of her legs, Madeline eased down, moaning through her feelings of pressure and fullness until she felt the brush of Charles’s knuckles.

“Good girl,” Warren praised. “You’ll soon be taking all of me. All the way to the hilt.”

“I want to,” she replied, losing herself in the strange feeling of bouncing on a man’s cock. The fullness felt so good. She couldn’t imagine how they expected her to take two at once, but surely it must be done. She had to believe them.

It was getting easier now. Her core was so wet, it was making slick sucking sounds as she sank down on him.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered. “Don’t stop.” His hands dropped to her hips again as he helped her, moving in rhythm with her. But then he was groaning and pulling her off.

She lost all that exquisite fullness at once and cried out. “No! Warren, please—”

“Easy, princess. We can’t have Charles sitting here with nothing to do. Turn around and get back on.”

Eyes wide, she tried to do as he said. “Help me,” she whimpered, unsure of how to make it work.

He grabbed her hips, shifting her right up against his chest. Her legs were now all but behind him as he notched her on his cock and helped her sink back down. Her entire body erupted in shivers as the new angle of his cock set her core on fire. “Oh—Warren—”

“Charles, get between my legs,” he directed, his breath coming short and fast. “Suck that perfect cunt until she screams. Madeline, ride me. Ride Charles’s mouth. Take everything from us.”

Charles scrambled between his spread legs, his caramel curls flopping over his brow as he dropped his mouth to the point where Madeline and Warren were joined. Looking down, she got to watch as he cherished her with his tongue, latching onto her wet sex. The joint sensation of Warren’s cock and Charles’s mouth had her moaning and shivering.

“Move,” Warren growled in her ear.

She braced her arms against his thick thighs, pumping herself down on top of him with abandon, chasing the feeling of building pressure. Charles followed her movements, his tongue swiping at her wetness, sucking her bud until she had one hand on Warren’s thigh and one hand digging into Charles’s curls.

Arching her back, she took a deep breath and sank all the way down, burying Warren inside her as Charles sucked her bud, flicking it mercilessly with his tongue. She threw her arms back, digging them into Warren’s hair and jerking him forward, his hands wrapping around to cup her breasts, as her whole body stilled.

There was no beginning or end to the feelings washing over her. There was just…everything, and all at once. Closing her eyes, she came completely and utterly apart.

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