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"No. Except I like to hear it's making you just as crazy as you two are making me."
"If you have any doubts about that, I'm about to clear that up in a way that you'll feel for a few days." Geoff flashed a wicked grin. Taking Sam's arm, he held her in place and waited pointedly until Chris clasped his cock and began to pump it. While doing that, Chris hooked his elbow over the back of the chair, a casual, sexy look enhanced by the kindling gaze he fixed on them.
Geoff bent to whisper in her ear. "Watching him do that, what do you want, Sam?"
"Him inside me. Now."
"Yeah. Ask me for that. And you better look at your Master when you beg."
She expected he knew just how difficult it was to tear her attention from what Chris was doing. "Please, Master. I need him."
"You sure as hell do. I can smell how aroused you are." He propelled her over to Chris. With that effortless strength they both did so well, he lifted her to straddle Chris's lap. Chris held his cock with one hand, gripping her buttock with the other, and he and Geoff together slid her down on his length in a decisive, penetrating lock that had her gasping, letting out a little cry of pleasure and discomfort at once because of his size.
"Easy there, sweetheart." Geoff helped her adjust, then left her with Chris's arms securely around her body, moving her in a slow rise and fall. Stepping back, Geoff stripped. "Bring her back, Chris."
As Chris lowered her backward, hands at her waist, Geoff took her down even farther until her upper torso formed a ninety-degree angle with Chris's. Her hands slipped from Chris's shoulders to his forearms, then his wrists. The men's grips were steady and strong as Chris kept that sliding movement in and out of her, his hips flexing on the seat. Geoff cupped her head, holding her, watching her. Then he gave her an order.
"Put your arms above your head, Samantha Beth."
She obeyed, trusting his palm on her skull to hold her up. As soon as she did it, he turned his back to Chris and straddled her, his inner thighs pressed against the sides of her breasts. The position allowed her to wrap her arms around his thighs and dig her fingers into his tight ass, so she was glad he didn't object to that, though his hand still supported her head.
Staring down at her, he used the other to guide his cock between her parted lips.
Freaking bliss. She sucked on him frantically, so close to climax as Chris kept moving inside her. "Master," she gasped around him. "Please . . ."
"You hold out until we say it's okay. Tell me you understand." He barked it, startling her into looking up into his hazel eyes, which were fevered with desire and yet cool and in control at once. Which only made this even more intense for her. Probably for all of them. She nearly lost the fight as she imagined Chris's view. Looking down at his cock pushing into her cunt; looking up merely a few inches to see Geoff's tight ass before him, flexing as he pushed himself into her mouth.
"Yes, Master," she said against his steel flesh. Geoff shoved himself deeper into her mouth, letting her feel how much he wanted from her, how much they both wanted. Oh God, it was too much. She was far too close. But she poured every bit of willpower she could into obeying him. The need swelled inside her until she had to treat it like a life-or-death decision. Even that might not be enough to hold her back, but she imagined it was Chris or Geoff's life dependent on her willpower.
Except her mind knew it wasn't life-or-death. It was all about losing herself in the bliss of an orgasm, and if she screwed up, it just meant she might get a spanking or something even better . . . Oh hell, she was going over, she couldn't stop it.
A change of plan saved her from failing her Master. A muttered comment between Geoff and Chris and suddenly she was lifted in Geoff's arms as he eased her from Chris. She would have wailed in protest at the loss of that incredible fullness, but she was put down on the carpet and Geoff slid into her where Chris had just been. The transition was seamless, the ripple that went through her as potent as an actual climax. Her response swelled beyond all expectations as Chris knelt behind Geoff, curled his large fingers into Geoff's hips and slammed into him as Geoff bent over her.
It was a gift beyond measure, Geoff taking her and Chris inside of him, the three of them moving together like one thrusting, writhing animal, reaching a level of paradise impossible to explain and taking her to an edge incapable of being denied.
"Love you," she panted. "Love you both . . . so . . . damn . . . much. Thank you . . ."
Tears spilled out of her eyes, all of it so overwhelming and perfect. Geoff's gaze was fierce upon her, yet she felt the energy thrumming through his muscles and knew a certain amount of his focus was internal, keeping hold of what was happening between the three of them, the perfect pacing of it. It told her whatever that muttered conversation had been about, he'd permitted Chris to do this. He could open himself like that to Chris, and she loved him all the more for it.
"I can't," she moaned. "Please . . ."
"Let her go over," Chris said.
Geoff apparently squeezed down on him, because Chris let out a strangled sound. Geoff turned his head, scraping his teeth over Chris's mouth.
"Say please, you big bastard. You don't top me just because you're in my ass. You're the one wearing my brand."
Chris moaned as Geoff reached back with his free hand and obviously did something moan-worthy. "Say it," Geoff whispered fiercely.
"Please. Let her go, damn it. And go over for me."
"We go together." Geoff's fevered gaze locked on Sam's. "Go," he breathed.
She screamed like she was dying and being born at once, and maybe that wasn't entirely untrue. She lifted her hips off the ground, slamming Geoff even deeper inside her, and he braced himself over her, palms driving into the floor on either side of her head. Chris banded his great arm around Geoff's chest and thrust into his ass in a pummeling motion that had Geoff throwing up his head like a wolf showing his teeth. A moment later, he was uttering harsh male noises of release, flooding her pussy with his seed as Chris let go right after.
They kept moving together, all of them, well past their bodies' breaking points. Vaguely, Sam knew none of them wanted to let go, holding on to that rhythm, that choreography that wove them together even tighter with every thrust and withdrawal.
"Oh God . . ." Oh God. Thank you, God.
