Egon waited until she'd barely collected herself before making his next move. He kissed her deeply and lifted her up again, and placed her face first against Evander. Evander smiled at her before taking her lips and wrapping his arms around her. She felt Egon's fingers enter her again, and she moaned into Evander's lips. He started with two fingers and quickly worked his way up to three again, working the apart inside her.. Then he removed them and put his hand, still wet with her juices, on her upturned ass.
"I want to fuck you so bad." He bent over her to whisper into her ear. His breath tickled across her neck.
"Do it, please," She begged into Evander's lips. The tip of his cock pressed against her opening for a lot longer than she wanted. She wanted him inside her. She needed him inside her. "Please.
She pressed back onto him a lot quicker than she probably should have. He was significantly bigger than Van. She felt a painful stretch as he followed her lead and quickly seated himself inside her. Her head dropped into Van's chest, and Egon paused, waiting for her to adjust. As soon as she felt like she could, she moved forward, pulling herself partially off of him and then back onto him. She moaned into Van's chest.
"You're good then, little queen?" Egon breathed.
"Mmmhmm," she murmured. He moved, slowly at first, using the hands that were on her ass to push her away and pull her back in. Every stroke felt like pure pleasure. That feeling began to build in her stomach again as he picked up his speed, hitting something deep inside her core that made her feel weak. She wanted more. "Harder."
"Fuck," Van groaned. Egon did as he was told, and she was pushed closer and closer to her climax. Just as she thought she'd topple over, Egon stopped and pulled himself out of her. She couldn't voice her frustration in the moment.
"Van's turn again." Egon took Evander's cock in his hand and positioned it at her opening before pressing her down onto him. He then pulled her up into a seated position and roughly grabbed her breast. "Let's finish him this time."
His free hand went to her hip and started to help her rock back and forth on Van. He pressed her roughly forward and backward. The hand that had been attending to her breast moved to her neck and tipped her head back for a deep kiss. Van reached out and grabbed her ass and took over guiding her movements. She looked down on him, panting and desperate, and she wanted to touch him. She pulled free of Egon's grasp and ran her hands down Van's chest. As her pleasure built again, she became more desperate and wound her hands up in his hair, clinging to him.
"Harder," She said again, feeling herself start to tumble over that threshold again.
Egon was more than happy to help and began to move her roughly again. That was all it took for her to fall into Van, crying out with her pleasure. Van followed her quickly, his movements becoming more jerky and inconsistent as he lost control.
She hadn't even finished riding her waves of pleasure before Egon lifted her off Van and plunged into her. She barely had time to adjust as he was ramming into her over and over. She felt the pleasure building again, more quickly than before. Van reached between them and started rubbing her clit with his fingers, pushing her even faster to her end. She couldn't handle it and collapsed against him. Her body practically exploded.
"It's too much! It's too much!" She insisted, but Egon didn't stop. Egon kept on with his pleasure torture until he'd finished inside her. When he pulled himself from her, she was sore, but it was a good sore. He dropped down next to her and pulled her in for an embrace.
"You did so well," He whispered and kissed her face. Van snuggled up behind her. She felt safe. She felt loved. Two things she wasn't sure she'd ever truly felt before. And she started to cry.
"Oh no! Are you okay?" Van asked with deep concern.
"I don't know why I'm crying," she admitted. It was stupid. She wasn't even sad.
"That can happen after a good fuck," Egon explained. "It's okay. You'll be alright."
Egon pulled them both in tighter, petting her hair gently. They stayed that way until she fell asleep.
She woke up still snuggled between them. It was nice. It was comfortable. It felt right. She wanted more mornings like this. She breathed them in deeply, a beautiful musky scent that made her want to wake them up and do it all again. Her brain said yes, but her body, for the most part, said no. She was sore. She was going to be reminded of the night before all day.
"Good morning," Egon's low voice rumbled through his chest. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Good morning," she replied. "You want to take bets on how much it takes to wake him?"
"I have just the idea," he said, rolling her to her back and trailing kisses down her body.
"That wasn't what I meant–ahhhhh," His tongue was already pressing into her before she could redirect him. He dipped inside her a few times before trailing up to her clit and flicking it, then went back down to dip inside her again. He did this several times before settling on slowly teasing her little nub. She held onto him by his hair as he drove her once again to madness.
"There, see, he's awake," Egon teased after she'd climaxed.
"I certainly am," Evander said, kissing the side of her neck.
"Well, unfortunately, it's about time for me to get up." Egon got out of bed and put on his robe. "You two enjoy your morning. I'll have breakfast sent up."