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“Fuck me!” she cried out, her fingers curling into Jethro’s shoulders as she fought their hold. “Now, damn you. Now. ”
She couldn’t have imagined more, better, harder. But they gave it to her. The tightly leashed control they used when taking her together shattered. With a hard jerk of his hips Mac plunged inside her rear, burying full-length, filling her, stretching her, burning her.
Jethro retreated, but as he thrust inside her again, Mac was retreating, repeating, so attuned to her body, to each other’s movements, that within seconds the synchronized thrusts kept her filled, kept her burning higher, hotter, racing through her mind and her senses until they exploded with a force that convulsed her entire body.
Never-ending. The orgasm that claimed her seemed to never stop. Powerful, violent spasms ripped through her body, jerking through her muscles and tightening tender tissue on the impalements tormenting her.
Their cries joined hers, and seconds later their thrusts were harder, deeper, the lava-hot spurts of their semen filling her and sparking a second, harder orgasm inside her as two male voices grated their devotion in each ear.
“God, I love you, Kei. Love you. ” Mac bucked inside her rear as the words tore from his lips.
“Fucking love you. Fucking love you. ” Jethro’s was rougher, more primal, the newness of giving his emotions voice reflecting in his husky tone.
And between them, Keiley collapsed, sweat-soaked, feeling their hard bodies still rippling with pleasure, still filling her, holding her. Needing her.
“I love you both,” she whispered against Jethro’s chest. “God help me. I love you both. ”
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Jethro held her, his hands cupping her breasts, his finger tweaking her nipples as he watched the folds of her pussy flower open for the slow, measured thrusts of Mac’s cock between her thighs. Her clit was swollen and straining as he held her still, her hands gripping his biceps, her nails digging in as she bucked beneath her husband.
Mac’s body was tight as he fought to hold back, determined to drive her into another climax before he gave in himself. Jethro could see the determination stamped on his friend’s face, see the hot lust and soul-deep devotion in his eyes as he stared down at Keiley.
And he should have felt like an interloper. Even now, he wondered at how easily they were sharing the little vixen. Jealousy wasn’t clouding their heads. Nothing but pure sweet pleasure was tearing through him, just watching her, holding her, his gaze moving to her face, staring into her unfocused eyes as Mac’s thrusts became harder, deeper, as they shook her body and finally triggered the release awaiting her.
She couldn’t scream. She whimpered, arching in his arms as he moved one hand from her breasts and stroked himself to a rapid release as Mac’s low groan signaled his own climax.
They collapsed to the bed, damp, overheated, fighting to relearn how to breathe.
“Touch me and you die,” Keiley groaned as Jethro shifted beside her, his arm pressing against hers before he turned to his side to stare at her.
Her arms lay over her head, her eyes were closed, and her delectable body was sprawled out in careless sated abandon. She was so damned pretty it made his back teeth ache. It made his chest tighten in fear as he remembered the picture she had come out of that meeting with.
Because of his and Mac’s hungers, because of their weakness, she would be facing a community with certain knowledge of what went on in her sex life. And they would punish her for it. Because they could. Because it made for such titillating gossip. And the thought of her being hurt in such a way was enough to make him want to kill.
“You look so angry,” she whispered then, reaching up to touch his cheek, her eyes seeing far more than he would have wanted her to. “Is everything okay?”
“Tired. ” He forced a smile to his face. “You’ve worn me out. ”
She snorted at that, her gaze dropping to the half-hard erection between his thighs.
“That doesn’t look tired to me. ”
“That is a beast of its own,” he assured her. “He never gets tired. I’m another story. ”
“Uh-huh. Try that one on someone who will believe it,” she snickered as she stretched languorously.
“It doesn’t do that for just anyone,” he warned her. “Only very special ladies. ”
Her eyes rolled in response before drifting closed.
“You’re not going to sleep yet, princess,” he chuckled, moving from the bed before pulling her into his arms. “Mac, change the bed. I’ll head her to the shower. ”
“I have to find my legs first,” Mac mumbled. “She wiped me out. ”
Jethro was finding his own legs. They were weak from the pleasure she had given them through the night.
“You have ten minutes,” Jethro informed him.
