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Moving behind her, I squeezed her sensitive skin and kissed the sexy spine dip on her back. She was so fucking soft, I wanted to mark her everywhere. I bit her ass, her moans going straight to my cock.

“Has anyone fucked your ass, pretty?” I asked, spreading her cheeks and eyeing the puckering hole.

Fuck, I wanted to fill her up.

Her eyes were wide as she looked over her shoulder, a string of saliva following her lip as she pulled away from sucking Kyle’s cock. “N-no,” she said, unsure.

I narrowed my eyes and slapped her other cheek playfully. “Don’t worry, mama,” I assured her, stroking her cheek. “I won’t do anything you don’t want. We can prep your ass next time.”

“We?” Kyle asked, his voice hoarse. Damn. He looked and sounded fucked out, even though we had barely done anything.

“N-next time?”

I ignored Anna’s question and said, “I’m sure you’d feel great. Kyle in your pussy and me in your ass.” I cupped her sex, rubbing my fingers over her clit, sliding them in as a moan elicited from her throat. “Or both of us stuffing your tight cunt, hm?”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Kyle groaned, his eyes averting from my face to my hand that was between her thighs.

“Don’t cum yet,” I warned him as Anna used her hands on him. “You got tighter when I said that, pretty. You want us to fill you up like our little slut, don’t you?”

19

FILTHY FANTASIES

ANNA

Caleb was killing me with his filthy words.

I never knew men could ever be so vocal in bed. Kyle was still shy, but his words affected me the same, and having two handsome naked men pleasuring me, asking me what I wanted, was overwhelming me in the best ways possible.

All my life, I had slept with two people (not at the same time) and both were my exes and fathers of my children. I didn’t feel like a sex goddess with them like I did with Kyle and Caleb. Whenever I tried to initiate sex with my exes, they either made fun of me for being upfront, shamed me for it, or ignored me and my desires. And their pleasure had always come first.

But with them, it was different.

My body craved their touch, and I trusted them completely not to hurt me.

“Caleb,” I said, my voice breathy. I looked over my shoulder, swallowing at the sight of him staring at my ass, his large hands donned in silver rings squeezing the soft skin. “Come here.”

I didn’t have to tell him twice and he moved closer. I tugged him closer with the chain on his neck, my other hand on Kyle’s pulsing dick. I kissed Caleb and he groaned softly, tasting Kyle in my mouth, cupping my cheek and biting my bottom lip. I hummed, stroking Kyle’s length with my other hand and bringing Caleb closer.

I moved off of Kyle’s lap and Caleb followed my mouth for the kisses, but he paused as he must have noticed that I wasn’t on top of Kyle anymore. He raised his brow, his piercings glinting, his lips swollen pink.

I swallowed, looking between them, and cleared my throat.

“You want something,” Kyle said, leaning up on his elbows. His eyes were blown black and so intense with lust, I had to hold back my shiver. His glasses askew on the bridge of his nose, his shirt rumpled over his hips, and silk pants around his thighs. He looked like a GQ model doing a not-safe-for-work photoshoot. Even his trail looked hot.

“Say it, pretty,” Caleb purred, his eyes trailing down my neck. He licked his lips, staring at my chest. “Go on. Tell us your filthy fantasies and we’ll make them true.”

My eyes widened. My fantasies? No one had ever asked me. About what I wanted in bed. I never thought about it, but these two… they wanted to hear my fantasies and fulfill them?

I looked between them. I knew they would do whatever I want.

But I wanted to see… them.

My breathing labored when I blurted, “I want you two to repeat what you did this morning without me. I want to watch you both.”

The air pulsed with sexual energy as they both looked at me for a few seconds before turning their heads at each other.

“Don’t you want us to please you?” Kyle asked, straightening up on the bed, his dick leaking pre-cum.

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