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She clenched tighter, the involuntary reaction to his words slamming through her womb with spasms of sensation bordering on pain. The pleasure was too intense, too incredible.
Shayne's lips drew tighter on her breast as Khalid began to move inside her, deeper, harder. He was taking her on a roller-coaster ride of such incredible power that she couldn't do anything but hang on for the ride.
And the ride was incredible. As Khalid's cock thrust and stroked inside her, Shayne's lips played with her nipples as his fingers slid down her stomach to the distended bundle of nerves between her thighs.
She was being stroked, taken, caressed, in ways she couldn't have anticipated. They drove her higher, sent her spinning through a sensual universe so filled with pleasure that it was almost agony.
She was crying, trying to scream. She writhed and arched into the driving strokes of Khalid's cock as she fought to take him deeper, harder.
"There, sweetheart," Shayne's voice began to croon at her ear. "Fuck, you're pretty, taking that dick. All flowered open and slick and sweet. " His fingers strummed against her clit now, driving sensation through the core of her as her pussy tightened around Khalid's thrusting cock.
She couldn't bear it. She was dying. There was too much pleasure, too many sensations. God, she had never imagined there could be too much pleasure. It began to swamp her. Sensuality drowned her. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move.
Her body tightened to a breaking point, began to shake harder, to tighten until her orgasm tore through her with a violence that threw her over the edge of reason.
She didn't slip over. She didn't slide.
She was catapulted into a shimmering sea of brilliant, pulsing sensation and explosive rapture.
Crying out Khalid's name, Marty felt him slam deep just before the deep heavy throb of his cock signaled the fierce, heated jets of come spurting inside her and driving her higher.
Beside her she felt Shayne's fist moving over his cock as the fingers of his other hand stroked her clit to a blistering release. He was moaning her name at her side as Khalid groaned above her, his body arched back, perspiration gleaming on his shoulders and chest as the flames of pleasure continued to flicker over them.
As the final violent tremors of orgasm eased through her, Marty collapsed back on the bed, fighting to breathe as exhaustion moved through her.
How the hell was she supposed to get through the rest of the day now? All she wanted to do was curl back into Khalid's arms and go to sleep.
She was only distantly aware of Shayne groaning as he finally moved.
Khalid was collapsed at her side, his arm thrown over her waist as he gasped for air as well.
"Fuck me," Shayne breathed out roughly. "I'll have a heart attack at this rate. "
He moved from the bed, stumbled, then padded off to the bathroom.
"Kids, I need a nap," he announced long minutes later, as he came into the bedroom and moved back to the bed. "Rest, sweet thing. " He kissed her gently on the lips before she felt him move away. Seconds later she heard the bedroom door close softly.
"I think I did have a heart attack," Khalid mumbled at her side. "I felt my heart rip out of my chest. "
She turned her head and couldn't help the smile that curved at her lips as she asked, "How do you figure that?"
As he lifted his head he stared back at her, his expression somber, serious. "I lost my heart," he said then. "You stole it, Marty. When I wasn't looking, you took it right from my chest. "
What was he saying? She stared back at him in shock.
"I love you, Marty," he said then, and she saw the truth of it in his eyes, in his expression. "I love you until there's no tomorrow without you. Until I think I would die a cold, lonely death without you. "
He loved her.
She stared back at him, still not entirely certain that she was awake. Had she fallen asleep? Had she somehow managed to slip into her greatest fantasy to hear the words she had needed to hear for so very long?
"You're not saying anything, Marty. " He reached out, his fingertips caressing her cheek, then her jaw. "What's wrong?"
She had to swallow tightly to speak.
"Say it again. " Was that her voice? So desperate, so filled with hope. "Please, Khalid, say it again. "
"I love you, Marty Mathews," he said simply, softly. "With everything inside me, I love you. "
