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“I’m dying,” he whispered behind her, his hands clenching her hips as he drew back, just a little, then sank inside her again. “Sweet baby. That’s it. Tighten on my dick just like that, baby.”
She jerked in his grip, her hips shifting, more sensation dragging a cry from her lips.
“That’s it, sweets,” Sebastian groaned. “Let more of those juices fall. So fucking wet,” he bit off. “So slick and ready. Can I fuck you now, baby?”
He moved.
Shane sank inside her as Sebastian drew nearly free before working the length inside her again. “Ah fuck. Tight. I won’t last long, siren.”
As he sank fully inside her Shane eased back. A second later he was pushing inside her again, the lashing sensations flaying her senses and causing more of her juices to spill.
Slowly, working in, out, they began moving. Each thrust and retreat sent dizzying waves of pleasure rushing through her, crashing through her senses and pushing her higher into the vortex gathering with more strength than ever before.
“Not enough,” she panted, barely able to think, to talk. “Faster … please…”
“Easy, love,” Shane groaned, desperate to hold back, to ensure this act was an unrelenting pleasure rather than pain.
“No.” She ground her forehead against Sebastian’s chest. “Fuck me. Fuck me harder. God, please…”
As though she’d lit a match to gasoline, the response was instant.
Control shattered, fracturing his determined efforts immediately.
Harder.
Faster.
They moved inside her, fucking her with smooth, practiced thrusts that kept her flying higher, stretched her and burned, and lit a fuse she had no idea existed inside her senses.
She felt the waves gathering. Fear began to coil at the edge of the pleasure, the arcs of so much sensation gathering, tightening.
“I have you, baby,” Sebastian groaned, his arms holding her, steadying her as she fel
t them racing through the same storm she was within. “I have you, siren. Let go. Just let go; I swear I’ll hold you right here.”
As though she needed no more than that, Alyssa let herself fly. Emotion, pleasure and rapture, ecstasy and sweet, pleasure-pain intensity, began whipping around her. Their thrusts increased, moving inside her, triggering each level of sensation
Spasms tore through her body. Ecstasy ruptured her mind, her heart, shot to her very spirit, and gathered in intensity before exploding again. She could feel her lovers, their final thrusts harder, their cocks swelling further in that second before her world dissolved.
Heat exploded in the depths of her vagina, in her rear, pulses of fiery blasts as their semen filled her. Each explosive release added to the ecstasy whipping through her. She felt so much, too much, but through it all, a pleasure as violent as any storm she’d heard of nature producing, an inferno sweeping through her, laying waste to any preconceived notions of what this release should be. And through it, Shane and Sebastian centered her. Anchored. She felt those anchors; the hearts and souls of the men who had taken her there holding her between them. She couldn’t become lost in the merging. There was no way to become lost.
They held her.
Eased her.
Spilling their own pleasure inside her, taking hers as they flew into the storm with her, still they held her.
Possessed her.
Loved her.
They bound her to them even as she felt them becoming bound.
In a world where love had become a commodity, they found the treasure it was meant to be in each other.
One the loss of which would destroy them all, forever.
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