She turned back to me, leaning over to kiss me again and I clung tightly to her, feeling the rightness of this moment.
Lexie. Alexandria... my queen.
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LEXIE
Ollie poured some kind of soothing lotion into my seam, before pushing his thumb into my ass, stretching me as I rocked on Markus’s cock.
I took his thumb over and over, the soft pain at the start dulling until a strange sense of bliss began to flood over me. I concentrated on Markus beneath me. His strong hands on my waist, his thick cock deep inside of me, his beautiful lips pressed against mine every time I bent forward to reach him.
I put all of my love into the kisses I laid on him. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him. Not just Ollie, but him as well.
Ollie removed his thumb and a strange sense of emptiness filled me. Which was crazy, given Markus filled me with his ready flesh.
But something in me knew, I needed them both. The empty sensation didn’t last long. Ollie pressed his lubed cock to my ass and rocked his hips, pushing into me an inch at a time.
It burned, but I wanted it. The pressure. The possession.
I needed both of my mates. Right now.
I began to rock back and forth, up and down on Markus’s cock, the movement taking more and more of Ollie until he was fully seated just like Markus.
I was so full and yet, I wanted more. I needed more. I needed everything they had.
“Move,” I gasped. “Please.”
Markus grabbed my hips, steadying himself and me, and began to thrust frantically up into my pussy, hitting every pleasure point and making stars explode inside my head.
Ollie pulled back and thrust in, over and over, his cock tag-teaming with Markus until I couldn’t hold on any longer. I cried out as my orgasm slammed into me, making my belly convulse and my pussy tighten around the cocks inside of me.
Ollie growled and yelled, thrusting once more before filling me with heat.
Markus rode through my orgasm to the other side, then he too met us in perfect bliss, yelling in a strangled tone and coming inside me also in a rush of warmth.
I collapsed on top of Markus as Ollie withdrew and dropped down to the mattress beside us. He reached out a hand and clasped my fingers with his. “I love you, beautiful girl.”
“I love you, Ollie,” I managed to whisper, though I could barely keep my eyes open. “You too, Markus.”
Markus’s heart pounded like a drum beneath my ear and I vaguely felt his fingers stroking my cheek, pushing strands of damp hair out of my eyes and caressing my scalp. All I could think was that we were finally together, forging our new future as the perfect pair triad we were always meant to be.