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I hissed at the painful stretch. Squeezed my eyes shut as Mateo thrust in and out, inching deeper as he stretched me to take them both. The pain was manageable. Given the thickness of Axel’s monster cock, I had adjusted to having my pussy stretched beyond its limits. And I loved every hot second of it.

Time fell away. My focus consumed by the two cocks in my pussy. There wasn’t room for anything else. I wasn’t the only one affected. Gideon held himself steady. His fingers bruised my hips. Because he was affected by Mateo fucking me deeper and deeper while his cock slid against Gideon’s member.

But then Mateo bottomed out and issued a throaty groan. I whimpered, overcome with sensations bombarding me. I loved the pleasure with the sweet slice of pain.

“Fuck, her pussy feels good.”

“Hell yes it does,” Gideon growled through clenched teeth.

They began thrusting in a tandem rhythm. One in, one out, but always leaving me full of dick. The pleasure spun my head. It made me delirious. Moans erupted from deep within me at the swath of pleasure engulfing me in flames. I dug my fingers into Gideon’s chest. Every single thought evaporated. The strength and tenor of their thrusts increased as they began losing control.

Groans, grunts, and slaps of flesh turned into a symphony. Mateo leaned his torso against my back, driving even deeper inside me. They fucked me together simultaneously. Each cock plunged deep.

Every time with them, the sex got better and better. They were a drug in my system. A craving I would never sate. They were in my blood. They consumed me, heart, body, and soul.

If the world was ending, there was no place I would rather be than in their arms.

Sweat slicked our bodies. I panted, trembling as my core tightened on every pass. Their thrusts quickened. Their cocks thickened and lengthened as their climaxes neared. At the first ripple of my orgasm, my mouth dropped open, and I keened, “Oh god.”

Ecstasy slammed into me. I came so hard it bordered on pain as my pussy clamped down on their thrusting cocks. It became a dueling match of who could fuck me hardest.

“Fuck!” Gideon roared pounding away with no regard for anything but chasing his own pleasure.

At the first hot splash of his come my body spiraled higher into ecstasy.

Mateo thrust deep on a guttural groan and joined us in bliss. They both kept thrusting, extending the sonic waves of my bliss into epic aftershocks.

How could I tell them that I never wanted this to stop? That they had changed me on a fundamental level. I finally felt like myself or the version of me I’d always wanted to be.

It was because of the freedom they gave me. I didn’t mean the way they offered me protection. It was in the way they loved me. The fact that nothing was off the table nor too extreme. We reveled in the pleasure of the flesh together—until every drop of pleasure was spent.

Once our heart rates returned to normal, Mateo withdrew. Then Gideon helped me shift off his lap because my legs didn’t want to work after our incendiary coupling.

We passed out in bed beside one another. I was sandwiched between Gideon and Mateo’s much larger forms. I loved sleeping between them. It made me feel protected and safe in a way I’d never been before.

Chapter sixteen

Alaska

Kylie

Therestofthetrip north was uneventful. The guys slept in shifts, monitoring the horizon for any signs of Santos. But their ship never appeared again. They continued taking turns with me.

I prayed that Santos would never find me again. That the plan my bodyguards put into action had done the trick. That I had escaped his clutches forever and was finally free to live my life.

Not that I believed the sentiment.

In every story, the bad guy always returned. Waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop set my teeth on edge. Maybe it’s because I desperately sought a life beyond the mafia. I yearned for the freedom to live my life without constant doom shrouding every step.

I cooked and took care of the cleaning. Not that the guys were slobs. They weren’t, but they’re guys who don’t necessarily care about things like clean sheets. With all the fucking, I’d taken to rotating and laundering sheets daily, along with doing a load of clothing.

There was barely a surface on the yacht where they didn’t fuck me. Sometimes it was solo, while at other times, the sexcapades turned into a group effort. I loved those best. Although I lived for the day when I got to experience another gang bang.

I ached to have them all fuck me. That time on the dining table lived rent free in my mind. A few times when I went searching for one of them to take the edge off my need, it was because I had been fantasizing about that gang bang.

But I understood it wasn’t meant to be yet. I knew they would. They mentioned it a time or two. Most of the time, I didn’t mull over the lack. Mainly because whenever they were relieved of their shift, they hunted me down and fucked me against whatever surface was available.

I wondered what would happen if we had a few days to do nothing but chill. I hoped the house in Alaska would provide us with that type of reprieve. The men were tired. I was too, because my life revolved around their shifts. Every day I ensured that meals were cooked and cleaned up after. I took care of restocking supplies when they ran low and cleaned every surface.

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