Page 50 of The Final Deal

“Oh God. Oh, fuck,” I pant out as I reach up above me.

Zak’s face appears over mine. His hair cascades over my sight, and his lips crush mine with a brutal kiss.

The lightning that shoots through my clit burns so much that I scream, “Fuck!”

Adrian slowly pumps their come deeper into me, and Zak’s mouth claims mine. Another blistering orgasm forms.

No words come out. Nothing but pure, unadulterated ecstasy from fucking the two men I love most, being full of their come, echoes in the craziest, loudest moan these hotel walls have probably ever heard.

Adrian pulls out. I lie limp as he arranges me over the couch.

When I blink, my legs are splayed wide open for the twins to appreciate like fine art. My fingers scoop up their come leaking from my pussy to stuff it back inside. I giggle softly.

A hand wraps around my throat, pulling me out of my drunken, come-filled stupor. Zak’s face appears as I blink away the fog.

“You don’t fuck anyone else except us,” he says sternly. “You don’t even think about anyone else except me or Dree. Understood?”

I bite down hard on my lip. My fingers graze the sensitive, engorged bud between my thighs soaked in come and arousal. “I want more,” I whimper.

Fingers cinch around my neck. “Only a good Ramos slut gets more.”

My breath is shallow as I peer up at the twins through blurry eyes. “I’m a good Ramos slut.”

Zak studies me carefully, summing up my desperation, my desire to be with him and Adrian as I finger-fuck their come into my pussy.

He comes closer, mouth hovering over mine. “Yes, you are,” he murmurs before kissing me. “C’mere.”

He pulls me up from the couch and spins me around, hugging me to his chest. Warm lips trail heavy, deliciously wet kisses along my shoulder and up my neck until I turn to capture his familiar mouth with mine.

“You’re gonna remember who you belong to from now on,” Zak murmurs. He wraps his arms around me tightly, crushing me against him.

Another set of lips kiss my other shoulder. “Where do you want it?”

I wriggle within an inescapable iron grip. “Want what?”

“Sorry, baby,” Adrian chuckles, his hot breath fanning across my skin. “I wasn’t asking you this time.”

Zak nips at my shoulder. I shudder until he kisses the sensation away.

“On her chest.” His fingers drag along the top of my breast, and his mouth comes to my ear. He whispers, “Right here.”

Something silvery glints in Adrian’s hand. “Hold her down.”

Zak’s hold clamps around me and my arms. “Be a good Ramos slut and stay still.”

My eyes widen when Adrian brings the tip of a blade to my chest.

“What the fuck are y’all doing?” I whisper as fear courses through my trembling body.

“I told you,” Zak murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple, “we’re making sure you remember who you belong to.”

My skin tears open.

“Ah!” I seethe, glaring down at Adrian.

His eyes are lit up brighter than a kid’s at Christmas as he dips the blade into my flesh. I don’t dare move and make his hand slip.

Zak kisses my neck. “You’reours.” He grins against my flesh and chuckles softly. “I don’t give a shit what the devil says.”

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