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“Mac, we don’t have a lot of time left here,” Jethro warned him, his voice tight. “She’s creaming so hard now she’s flooding my fingers. If she doesn’t come she’s going to lose it. ”
“Move,” Mac ordered harshly as he lifted her, pulling her into his arms as he took her place in the chair and forced her to straddle his lap.
She went wild. Mac stared into her eyes as she impaled herself on his dick and surrounded it with a fist-tight friction and a heat that had him snarling with the pleasure.
One hand clamped on her hip as he pinned her to his chest with the other arm, holding her to his shoulder as he stared up at her face. Frantic with sensations she couldn’t contain, crazed with a lust she couldn’t control. She was at her most defenseless now, her body stroked to a pinnacle of pleasure that required more than a soft caress.
She was riding a wave of violent need so intense, so heated that the edge of pain became a craving her body wouldn’t deny her. She was there now. He had felt it when she slammed her body onto his cock, taking him in one deep stroke that normally took several to seat him entirely inside her.
Even now, her pussy was flexing, fighting to adjust to the impalement, and she was begging for more.
Mac knew the second Jethro’s heavily lubricated fingers began to caress her rear entrance. Her eyes widened, then closed, and a shudder tore through her body as Mac angled his body closer to the edge of the chair to allow Jethro the position he needed.
A second later the sound of a heavy caress landing on her rear had Mac grinding his teeth against the need to come as Keiley suddenly bucked. Writhed.
“She’s blushing so pretty,” Jethro muttered roughly as another hard caress landed. It vibrated through her flesh to Mac’s cock, creating a wave of pleasure that broke over both of them.
He could feel the tightening of her pussy as Jethro’s fingers impaled her rear. The vibration of the sharp caresses as he spanked her rounded ass, the feel of her coming apart in his arms. The sound of her screams. Screams of pleasure, of hunger, of need.
“She’s opening. ” Jethro’s voice was a rough, primal sound. “She’s on edge, Mac. ”
On the edge of that precipice that allowed pain and pleasure to mingle. Another heavy caress, a heated spanking that moved over her rear and had her nails clawing at his shoulders.
“Two fingers, easy. ”
Mac clenched his teeth together tight as he felt her pussy flexing, tightening as her anus accepted Jethro’s fingers.
Another erotic slap sounded as Mac stared at her face. Her dazed eyes, her lips parted and damp, swollen with passion and his kisses.
“I need—,” she mewled.
“Three, Mac. ”
She was tighter now, whimpering, her fingers digging at his shoulders as her lips opened on a gasp of helpless pleasure/pain. Jethro’s cool, thickly lubricated fingers eased inside her, stroking tender tissue and nerve endings until she was a mass of desperate hunger.
“Take her. ” Mac snarled the order.
“Fuck, she’s going to be tight,” Jethro groaned. “So damned tight. ”
Keiley heard the words drifting around her, but nothing processed except the incredible sensations tearing through her, the hunger ripping her apart from the inside out.
She knew what was coming. She had sensed it the minute Mac’s cock had filled her and he suddenly clamped her to his chest. Helplessly pinned against him, she couldn’t move, couldn’t ride him as she needed, couldn’t still the flames burning through her body, demanding release.
Then Jethro behind her.
“Oh God. Mac. Mac. ” She shuddered violently as Jethro’s fingers filled her first, stretching her, burning through her senses with a pleasure so close to agony she felt tears seep from her eyes. “Mac, help me. ”
“Now, Jethro. ”
Her nails bit into his shoulders as she felt Jethro behind her, felt the head of his cock pressing against the tight anal entrance as Mac tore the cushion from behind them, allowing him to lay full length along the stool and the chair as Jethro began to press inside her.
She could feel the cooling lubrication easing the way, creating a counterpoint between the magnified heat of Jethro’s cock and the hot depths of the channel he was invading. His hands, calloused like Mac’s but not as broad, parted her buttocks. Warm. Clenching into the flesh with almost catlike strokes.
As she felt the broad head slip fully inside her, Keiley screamed out mindlessly. In acceptance or denial, she wasn’t certain. But her body opened for him. She felt it. Felt the burning, searing acceptance as the iron hard length of his erection began to work inside the ultra-tight, ultrasensitive channel.
She stared back at Mac, weak, her body flooded with sensations that echoed and resounded, built and intensified by the second.
She could feel both of them now. Their differences, the alternate scents of each man weaving around her. Mac’s stormy scent, laced with the scent of lightning. Jethro, wild and untamed, not quite like a storm, more like the scent of the earth just before the storm hits. Different, and yet familiar. It attacked her senses as the pleasure attacked her nerve endings.
