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His laughter cut off with a strangled moan as I squeezed harder around his cock, stroking him faster. I was dying to see him lose control and come like a geyser. I wondered what he tasted like…
His face nudged closer to mine for more kisses and strokes through my hair. “You’re ours,” he whispered. “We’re never fucking letting you go, little lady.”
“Don’t you ever,” I whispered back. “Promise me.”
T-Bone groaned through a long kiss, rough hands smoothing over my cheeks and hair as we both got pounded. “Can’t promise you much, except for this—we are yours, completely.”
My skin felt too tight, there was so much building inside me that I wanted to burst. Another orgasm, yes, but more than that. Tears pricked at my eyes, a small release of how much Ifeltfor these men. Not just physically.
Dyno started massaging my clit roughly, the strikes of pleasure almost painful from his ministrations. I looked in his direction to find him and Grudge locked in a fierce kiss. It was erotic beyond words, two gorgeous men kissing while their hips bucked and fucked the people in front of them.
And they were all mine.
I could have this whenever I wanted.
The realization was a heady one, so much so that I tightened my grip on T-Bone’s solid cock and kissed his neck while he babbled about being so close to coming. I pressed my feet into the bed and arched my hips higher to receive more of Dyno, in my ass and my cunt. He moaned through a kiss with Grudge and started fucking me wildly, losing all finesse to his measured thrusts, and that was just the erotic cherry on top.
I was truly reaching my limit now, my body stuffed full while every touch lit up sparks in me like an electric current—the fuse to set off a bomb.
“Fuck, ohfuckohfuck, gonna come,” T-Bone bellowed into my neck.
My arm ached, but I never stopped, only slowed down my strokes as he painted my hand and the sheets underneath him. Grudge kept driving into him, and I swore it prolonged T-Bone’s orgasm. His cock pulsed steadily, spilling more cum with each convulsion. All at once, Grudge’s thrusts halted, his hips glued to T-Bone’s ass and his head thrown back. A throaty moan escaped, reaching the ceiling as his body stiffened and then shuddered with release. The two of them separated after a few seconds of stillness, and T-Bone collapsed into a sweaty, panting heap on the bed.
“How did that feel?” I couldn’t help but ask him, chasing my breath as I neared my own peak.
T-Bone smiled wearily at me but didn’t answer. His brain was probably too scrambled. Mine would be too if I orgasmed for almost a full minute straight.
Grudge and Dyno returned to kissing, their passion and intensity nearly violent as they bit and pulled at each others’ lips. Grudge slid a touch down Dyno’s back and when the man fucking me growled and pressed deeper into me than he had yet, I knew exactly where Grudge’s hand went.
Dyno’s cock struck a new place inside me, made even more intense by the added pressure of his finger in my ass. With his rough handling of my clit and the sight of him and Grudge devouring each other, I was racing toward my finish, and nothing could stop me.
T-Bone slid a hand over my neck, thumb brushing over my achingly sensitive lips as he sucked my earlobe.
“Come for us, little lady,” he said. “Come for your men.”
That final command did me in, hurtling me into space.
The shockwaves ran through me, and I lost control of my body. I couldn’t even feel the bed underneath me anymore. I closed around Dyno in both places he was inside me and felt him convulse in return, then more lightning struck me. I felt like I’d run a marathon, yet so languid and weightless that I could fall asleep instantly.
In fact, I think I did.
I roused to gentle pets of my hair, kisses on my forehead, and the sound of water running. My pillow was a broad chest, covered in a large raven tattoo. T-Bone’s arms were my blankets, keeping me warm and secure.
“She lives,” he chuckled, kissing my nose.
“Mm, how long was I out?”
“A few minutes. We were all pretty wiped out.” His knuckles brushed over my cheek, whiskey-brown eyes warm and loving. “Gonna get cleaned up with us or run off to your room?”
I curled up smaller, placing a kiss over his heart. “You might have to carry me, but I’m not going anywhere.”
He didn’t answer with words, but the tightening of his arms and the pleased hum from his chest was enough.
THIRTY
GRUDGE
Alone at last.
