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Sam’s eyes darkened, his expression growing more intent, more sensual.
“Which one?” he whispered, still watching as Heather cried out at the satisfaction, the adoration in his expression.
“Fuck. Inflatable.” Heather shivered as Sam’s eyes went nearly black in pleasure. The inflatable had gone in easily enough, but it seemed to take forever to get it inflated to its maximum thickness.
Sam’s head turned, his gaze going to her cunt as Cade moved closer, his cock kissing the entrance to her spasming vagina. His expression was entranced, and Brock’s was damned near as mesmerized as they spread her legs farther, watching the older brother.
“Can you take it, Heather?” Sam sounded strangled.
“Damn you, if one of you doesn’t fuck me, I’ll shoot all of you.” She arched, driving the head of Cade’s thick erection into her pussy.
She gasped and stilled, her head tossing as moisture glazed her body and creamy liquid flowed from her cunt. She clenched on the intrusion, feeling the desperate tightness of her vagina as he eased slowly forward.
“Sam. Sam.” She chanted his name, nearly screaming as she felt the muscles spreading, protesting, yet making room for the wide stalk moving inside her.
One hand clenched Sam’s arm, the other Brock’s. She knew her nails were piercing skin and didn’t care. She shook, shuddered, crying out yet pleading desperately for more. He was thick and hot, moving in inch by inch as she tightened on his cock, tightened on the plug stretching her ass and felt impaled by a shaft of sizzling steel.
“Sam, damn, I can’t hold back,” she heard Cade groan desperately as he began to pull free of her. “She’s too fucking tight.”
“NO!” She arched closer, knowing if he didn’t continue, if he didn’t force the thick erection inside her then she would die of need. “Sam, please. Please don’t let him stop.”
They stilled. The air was thick with heat, the smell of sex and clawing arousal. She looked between her thighs, seeing that less than half of the throbbing cock was buried inside her. She felt full, stretched beyond bearing and she was dying for more. She raised her eyes beseechingly to Sam.
“I can’t stand it,” she cried out, her hips working her cunt on the wide shaft. “Please, Sam. Please fuck me.”
Cade jerked as she whispered the words, his cock sliding marginally deeper as her back arched and a growl tore from her throat. Brock and Sam still held her thighs, keeping her open, watching as her cunt flared around Cade’s erection.
“Sam…”
He glanced down at her, and Heather saw his excitement, his complete pleasure as she begged for his brother’s cock.
“Take her, Cade,” he whispered deeply. “Let me watch her. Let me see her pleasure.” And in his voice she heard his need for just that. To see her enraptured, pleasured, loved.
Heather couldn’t stop the scream that escaped her throat as Cade pushed inside her. Her eyes widened, her vision blurred as pleasure and pain collided, streaking through her system, driving her so high, so hard, she wondered if she would survive it. It wasn’t a hard, fast lunge inside her protesting pussy. It was a gentle, remorseless burrowing inside the slick grip of her narrow vagina until he seated himself in to the hilt.
“Damn. Sam. Fuck. She’s too tight.” Cade held himself deep inside her, unmoving, his hands holding her hips still as she fought to grind herself on his impaling cock.
He pulled back slowly as Brock and Sam seemed to snap from their dazed concentration at the sight of their brother buried inside her pussy. Heather watched, unable to look away from the sight of his shaft, coated with her thick cream, slid back from her.
“No,” she whimpered, fighting the hands holding her as she rocked on the hard flesh. “Please. Please. No.”
He slammed inside her then. Heather writhed on the mattress, her breath lodging in her throat at the desperate stretching and fiery pleasure attacking her overstretched cunt.
“Sam, I’ll come in her,” Cade warned tightly. “Son of a bitch, if I don’t get my cock out of her, I’m gonna lose it. She’s too fucking tight like this.”
Heather’s eyes rose to Sam. He was on his knees beside her, one hand holding her thigh close to his body as the other stroked his own erection. He stared down at her, his face twisting with lust and anticipation.
She felt Cade’s fingers between her thighs, his thumbs at each side of her swollen clit, massaging the flesh around it, making her fight to churn her hips, to work her pussy on the thickly lubricated shaft throbbing inside her. She allowed her hands to reach out to each side of her, covering the male hands that stroked their own cocks. Brock growled out his approval as he moved his hand, allowing her smaller one to stroke the bulging erection tormenting him.
Sam’s hand covered hers as she gripped his cock as well, holding her hands still though, rather than allowing her to stroke him.
“I want to watch you,” he whispered. “If I fuck you now, Heather, I won’t have the control to watch your climax as you explode the first time with us.”
“If someone doesn’t make me come, I’m going to kill you all,” she panted desperately. “For God’s sake, Sam, why are you teasing me like this?”
“No, baby,” he whispered, his voice pulsing with need. “You don’t understand.”
“Sam, son of a bitch, this isn’t going to last.” Cade pulled back and then groaned in defeat before sliding forward again.
