Page 71 of Reckless Hearts

My orgasm builds and builds and builds, that pulsing heat tightening until it feels like I’m going to crack. My eyes close, but Colt’s grip keeps my head from falling back.

“Look at me.” His voice is ragged, breaths coming out hard. “I want to watch you come.”

His words slam into me at the same time Maverick rolls my clit, shattering me into a million pieces.

Colt pulls out, stroking his cock in his fist, and groans as he spurts cum all over my stomach and the back of Maverick’s hand.

I don’t have the energy to worry about his reaction, laying my weight against Colt’s chest, quivering with the aftershocks of my orgasm.

My head’s buzzing, filling my ears with static as I gradually come down.

Maverick’s controlled thrusts, slow and lazy against my ass, relight the ember low in my stomach.

His palm leaves where it’s been resting on my lower stomach, and his weight lifts from my back.

Still breathing into Colt’s chest, I try to clear my mind to focus on Maverick.

I can feel his wrist ghost along my hip, then back in an up-and-down motion.

I shift my hips back, trying to press into him, earning me one of his rare chuckles.

“My needy girl.”

His cock presses into the seam of my ass before gliding through it easily.

The movement I’d felt earlier was him lubricating himself. Holy shit.

I bite back my moan with the realization that he used Colt’s cum to coat himself.

He’s using my ass to fuck himself, pressing the halves to mold around him harder with each roll of his hips.

No one has ever touched me like this, and the newness of the feeling has me arching into it, resting my head against Maverick’s shoulder.

Colt drops to his knees, his firm grip on my waist the only thing keeping me upright as he looks up at me with hunger, his warm breath puffing against my skin.

The sinister curve to his lips is the only warning I have before he sucks my clit in hard.

Still sensitive from my recent orgasm, I scramble to get away, but I’m caught between them.

Maverick continues to fuck himself against my ass while Colt devours my core.

I squirm against the pressure they’re building, not ready for what they’re giving me.

“I can’t… I can… I need to stop…I need.” I huff.

My words don’t match the way my body’s reacting, rocking into both of them.

“Please,” I beg, no longer sure what I’m begging for, suddenly feeling empty.

Maverick groans, pushing two fingers against my lips until I open for him.

He pushes them so far back I nearly gag. “Suck.”

I moan around him as their tastes fill my mouth.

I lose myself, sloppily following his orders, not caring how I look. I roll my tongue, sliding it between his fingers and around his knuckles, sucking him deeper into my throat.

Maverick’s thrusts stagger, then grow harder as he ruts into my ass.

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