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Bracing on one hand, Eli sits up while the other hand kneads my breasts. One and then the other. Pinching one nipple, then the next, while Jayden builds his momentum, fucking me deeper onto Eli’s cock with every controlled thrust.
“So. Fucking. Glorious.” Eli ruts up into me in time with Jayden’s drives. “I could live inside you… like this… with JJ…forever.”
“Yes,” I cry as they bottom out together and Jayden grunts, “Fuck yeah. This is it…fucking paradise.”
Heaven.
Our heaven.
And as I’m breaking apart. Shattering into a million blissed-out pieces between them, they hold me together.
“That’s it, Fin.” Eli’s hand slides to my clit. “You can let go.”
JJ’s hand wraps around my throat, holding me as my body quakes. “We’ve got you, Baby.”
The rumble of my orgasm spreads from my core, scorching through my body, obliterating me.
From the inside out.
“Holy shit, your ass is choking my cock so fucking good,” Jayden grunts, his jagged thrusts falling out of time with Eli’s as they both chase their release with the same feral intensity of their kiss earlier.
Eli yanks my face to his and devours me while JJ grips my hips and pistons hard enough to slide me up and down Eli’s length. Fucking both of us at once. Faster. Harder.
My cries climb with the pleasure erupting inside me, rushing up my spine. I claw at Eli’s shoulders, trying to hold on to the overwhelming sensation, the brutal assault of pleasure rolling through my body. Wave after wave after wave. Hot, violent, insistent.
Eli’s hands drop to my throat, squeezing tight. With one last punishing thrust, he barks his release into my mouth while his seed scorches my insides. Followed by Jayden’s ragged growl. A strangled staccato of curses punctuating the spurt of his cock. He collapses over Eli and me, and we pool into a tangle of limp limbs.
We exist like this for a while. Them still buried inside me, and my body still clenching, trying desperately to hold on to them.
Jayden eases out first, then Eli.
“Fuck, Lucky, we’ve made a fucking beautiful mess of you,” Jayden marvels, standing at the foot of the bed, watching their cum leak from each hole as Eli spreads my legs open for him.
“How do you feel, sweet girl?” Eli asks, and I chuckle.
‘Sweet’ is the last thing I feel.
Dirty.
Achy.
Debauched.
They’re more accurate. Then he peppers kisses across my forehead—like he has since we were kids— and sweet is exactly what I am in his arms.
“Okay?”
“Perfectly used and abused,” I say, kissing Eli’s hammering chest.
“Exactly how you should always feel,” Jayden says, climbing back onto the bed behind me and cleaning me up with a warm cloth.
I’ve just had them both inside me, but this… him taking care of me while Eli holds me, is the most incredibly intimate moment. Being doted on by them. Revered after they have ravaged me is not just heaven, it is everything I ever sought.
Love. Freedom. Living.
Belonging.
CHAPTER 31
