Page 161 of Hearts Storm

“Feels good when he sucks your clit, doesn’t it, Angel?”

Pleasure lances through my veins and all I can do is nod.

“You’re ours, Angel. No going back.”

Brex’s tongue swirls faster and faster.

The tension builds, coiling tighter and tighter at the base of my spine. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of a release that feels like it’s been building for hours.

Just when I’m about to come, teetering on the edge for what’s got to be at least the tenth time, he stops.

“Brex, please,” I whimper, my entire body trembling with need.

Breath caught in my throat, he stands and slides his hands up my thighs to grip my hips. Feral desire flashes in his eyes. “I’ve got you. We’re gonna make you come so hard, baby.”

Overwhelming heat flashes through my veins as he lines himself up. Pupils blown and full of lust, his muscular arms flex as he sinks in deep.

Releasing my hips, Brex fists his hands, bracing himself on the mattress as he begins to move, falling in line with Logan’s thrusts.

When Brex leans in and licks into my mouth, Logan tucks his face against my neck, pistoning faster.

With fast, unrelenting strokes, their rough pants blend with the sound of my moans.

“Look at you. Taking our cocks like a good fucking girl. Goddamn, it’s like you were made for us,” Brex grunts, veins popping in his neck as he dips to suck one of my nipples into his mouth.

“Please. I need to come. I’m so close.”

“Where you at, Lo?” Brex rasps, never letting up.

“Gonna blow any second,” he groans, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

Pain blends with pleasure as he bites down. “Oh, fuuuuck.” Logan’s hips jerk and I can actually feel his cock pulse inside me as he comes.

His release, along with Brex biting my nipple at the perfect moment, triggers my own, and my orgasm detonates, tearing through me with a force so strong it steals the air from my lungs. I scream, body seizing as waves of pleasure crash over me, one after another, my inner walls clamping down on Brex’s cock in violent, rhythmic pulses.

“Oh, fuck—fuck—fuck,” I babble, tears streaming down my face as I writhe between them.

Logan’s arms tighten around me, holding me through the aftershocks as Brex drives into me harder, chasing his own release.

“Shit—” Brex grunts, his rhythm faltering as he tucks his face into the other side of my neck, breath hot and ragged against my skin as his hips snap forward one last time. I can feel him pulsing inside me, filling me up with hot ropes of cum as he lets out a low, guttural groan before half collapsing on top of me.

We stay like that, pressed together, bodies trembling, hearts hammering, skin slicked with sweat as we slowly come down from our high.

Brex is the first to move, carefully pulling out of me with a hiss. Logan is next, gently withdrawing, arms wrapped around my waist as he presses soft kisses along my shoulder.

“Holy shit,” Brex pants, collapsing onto the bed beside us, chest heaving.

My words come out as a raspy croak, “Incredible.”

Logan shifts, scooting us up the bed before turning me in his arms so I’m facing him. His green eyes are soft, almost reverent as he brushes a strand of damp hair from my face. “You okay, Angel?”

I nod, too overwhelmed to form words. My body feels like it’s been put through a wringer—every muscle aches, skin sensitive to the slightest touch. But beneath the exhaustion, there’s a warmth spreading through my chest that has nothing to do with what we just did and everything to do with the way he’s looking at me.

Like I’m everything.

“Come here, Pretty,” Brex murmurs, reaching for me.

Logan releases his hold, and I slide over, curling into Brex. One arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close as Logan gets up and goes into the bathroom to get rid of the condom.