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“Don’t worry, Jazzy. I’m coming back.” The snick of the cap on the lube bottle helped ease some of her nerves. Screw was taking good care of her.
Pressure at her anus had her tensing. The heat from his skin combined with the coolness of the lube, making her shiver. Though his fingers were thick, his cock was thicker. Sweat dotted her brow. Hopefully she could take him. Could give her men this. Could give all of them this.
“You’re so perfect, Jazmine,” Gumby whispered from below her. He’d stopped moving, holding still deep within her. “Relax for him. Let him in and I promise he’ll make you feel better than you’ve ever imagined.”
She blew out a breath, focusing on the swirling depth of Gumby’s brown eyes. He stroked his hand over her sides, not paying any attention to her scars. If she hadn’t known better, she’d have thought he wasn’t even aware they existed.
As he pushed forward, Screw held her hips, but didn’t yank her onto his cock. He took his time, working his way into her body as she panted through the sharp increase in pressure and unavoidable bite of pain. Once he pushed past that tight outer ring of muscle, she sighed in relief and he moved with increasing ease.
Inch by inch he entered her until her arms and legs trembled and the ultimate feeling of fullness overrode every other sensation.
“Screw,” she whimpered. “Do you feel it?”
“Yeah, baby. I feel it.”
“Gumby?” She didn’t know why it was so important. Why she needed the verbal confirmation, but it became imperative the words fell from each man’s lips. It felt like she’d wanted them forever and now she had them. All together. As one.
“Fuck, I feel it.”
They were all connected inside her body just as she’d foolishly allowed them to join together in her heart.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
GUMBY’S WHOLE WORLD shrank down to the people and acts occurring in Screw’s bed. Buried balls deep inside the woman he couldn’t get enough of, his cock practically begged him to move. To take. To fuck.
But then, Screw slowly filled her ass and Gumby nearly lost his mind. With every millimeter Screw wedged into Jazz’s tightest channel, Gumby experienced the drag along his cock.
Jazz wanted to know if he felt it?
Jesus, did he feel it. He felt Jazz, hot and tight all around him. He felt Screw’s length all along his. He felt Jazz’s fingernails biting into his pecs. He felt Screw’s powerful thighs bracketing his and Jazz’s sweat-soaked bodies. He felt the rise and fall of his own chest as he fought to calm his racing heart. And he felt this odd sensation under his ribcage. A twist directly in his heart. A sense of rightness so terrifying, he shoved it away and focused instead on holding back his orgasm.
“God, Jazzy, please tell me you’re okay, cuz I gotta move,” Screw said as he curled his body over her back. “It’s just too damn good.”
“Yes,” she said. “Please. Just…go easy.”
Screw pressed a kiss to her shoulder then her cheek before his gaze locked with Gumby’s.
His palms itched to touch the other man, so Gumby ran his hand up Screw’s arms and over his shoulders. Perspiration coated the other man’s body, a testament to how hard he worked to restrain himself.
When he gave Screw’s shoulders a sensual squeeze, the other man pressed a kiss to Gumby’s forearm. This whole scene was so sensual, so intimate, so…loving.
Finally, Screw moved his hips, drawing slowly out of Jazz. She moaned, a long, low sound as her nails dug even deeper into Gumby’s chest.
When just the tip of Screw remained, Gumby flexed his hips slightly, nudging farther into Jazz. As Screw thrust back in, Gumby withdrew. They moved in tandem, working up to a steady rhythm that had both men grunting with every pump.
“Fuuuck,” Screw said. How he was able to speak, Gumby would never know. “You’re so perfect, Jazz,” he said as he thrust into her with more force than before, making Gumby groan as their dicks rippled across each other. “You’re taking us so good. Every time I move, Gumby’s cock strokes mine inside you. And when you clench around us—”
“Like this,” Jazz said, breathless as she squeezed her internal muscles.
“Oh, shit,” Gumby said, arching his back. His brain began to cloud as pleasure and the need to come took over. His hips moved in a frenzy, out of his control. Nothing had ever felt this incredible.
Screw increased his pace as well, fucking into Jazz’s ass. For her part, she tried to add to the thrusts, rocking her pelvis in time with them, but when they moved with frantic, unsophisticated strokes, all she could do was claw at his chest and whimper.
Screw held her hips, grunting each time he bottomed out inside her. Gumby kept a hold on Screw’s thighs, the damn hairs tickling his palms.
