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I’m beyond full. And it hurts and burns… and I love it. I want more.
Cries rip up my body with every drive, breaking into wet, hoarse pleas whenever Eli pulls free.
“This cunt is so fucking tight,” Jayden grunts, spanking the flat between my hips.
“Ahhh…” I squeal as pain-pleasure sparks through me, and Eli’s grip tightens while I gag around him.
I’m close—right at the edge. My orgasm simmers into a boil that only climbs with every one of Jayden’s punishing thrusts and Elijah’s merciless strokes.
The more it hurts, the better it feels.
“Jayden,” I choke when Elijah pulls out of my mouth.
Eli’s thicker and harder as he strokes himself, giving me air. His other hand trails up my chest, fingertips tickling along my collarbone to my throat. A calloused palm caresses my throat before gripping my jaw.
Darker than ever, his eyes bore into mine. As he crouches to my level, he continues stroking himself while his mouth crushes to mine and he tongue-fucks me to Jayden’s relentless rhythm, slamming into my pussy.
Eli’s thumb catches the overwhelmed tears rolling down my temples while he sucks my lip into his mouth. When he bites down, my blood burns through his kiss.
That flash of pain unravels me.
My body bucks, writhing and shaking as my pleasure tears through me without mercy. Without qualm. Without end.
“Fuck,” I scream and scream and scream, the pain clawing at my abused throat, drawing out even more sensation from the pit of my stomach where Jayden’s bruising thrusts pick up. “JJ…JJ…”
“That’s it, Baby, give it to me… Choke my cock just like this,” he groans with another sharp slap to my pussy as I beg Elijah for more of him. “Eli…Please, Love… Please…”
I want more. All of it. To die a thousand small deaths between them and drag them with me.
Eli stands; his thumbs push my mouth open. He thrusts, spearing the back of my throat while Jayden shoves two fingers into my pussy and keeps driving.
I’m bursting—orgasm building again, faster, harder—and when Jayden curls his fingers inside me, I detonate.
The world goes black. I break into a million pieces. Smithereens.
“Good fucking girl,” Jayden grits, pulling from my pussy as Elijah yanks from my mouth, scalding my lips, cheeks, and chin with his release.
“Fuck… So fucking perfect…” he barks with every thick rope of his cum that paints my chest, my stomach, along with JJ’s.
“Fucking beautiful,” Jayden growls, smearing their release over my skin.
My body is still convulsing beneath their caresses. The tenderness of their affectionate touch in contrast with the way they have just brutally fucked me.
Life cannot get better than this. Than belonging to them in every way. Owning them the way they own me.
Completely. Irrevocably.
Endlessly.
CHAPTER 29
JAYDEN
The Christmas tree has my entire attention while I wait for Finley and Eli to finish getting ready for the Christmas party. The soft music playing in the background is a total contrast to the unsteady rhythm of my heart. It’s not until now that the nerves are kicking in. Wave upon wave of apprehension that’s squeezing around my lungs.
Lightly spinning the ornament Eli and I had commissioned for Finley, I slip my hands into the pockets of my slacks while I watch the glow of the birds turn about each other. Graceful and effortless. A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth at the story Eli told me about the meaning of the birds, and a deep sense of satisfaction seeps into my bones at becoming a part of it.
That’s the three of us—no end, no beginning. An infinite cluster of want, need, love, lust, greed…
