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“Say my name,” orders Bruce with a groan of lust from below me. I’m lying on top of him, my back against his torso, my oiled ass impaled on his huge, thrusting cock. Above me is Burke, gently easing his cock in and out of my pussy. The three of us are gliding slowly, deliciously, and sensuously over each other as their huge poles move in and out of my ass and pussy.
“Bruce,” I moan, feeling myself come closer.
“Louder,” he grunts.
“I can’t,” I manage on the next stroke. “The baby’s sleeping and we don’t want to wake her up, otherwise we’ll be done for the night.”
It’s true. Our three-month-old daughter, Brianna, is snoozing peacefully in the next room. She looks just like my gorgeous men with her black hair, blue eyes, and mischievous smile. Not to mention, our sweet girl is the apple of her daddies’ eyes, and they spoil her like crazy.
So this is life. The three are of us are deliriously happy, and sometimes, it feels like I’m living in a dream. Occasionally, I think of my mother, but even that can’t ruin my happiness because Marisa’s making strides. I read in the paper that she divorced Roger, and that he’s going to be forced to settle millions, if not billions, on her. Good. It’s for the best, and after the years of agony she endured, I hope Marisa gets every last cent that she’s due. Just recently, I saw a picture of her in a magazine, and Mom looks happier than I’ve ever seen her, not to mention ten years younger than her true age. Living with Roger ages you prematurely, I suppose.
I read about my own supposed fate in the news, too. It’s assumed I was abducted during the raid on my father’s art collection, and there are still all-points bulletins out with my stats. But now that it’s been a year since my disappearance, interest has waned in the “lost heiress.” I suppose it’s just the New York news cycle, what with the constant gossip and endless scandals. Sometimes I wish I could reach out to Marisa and my friend Jessica to let them know I’m alive, but it’s just too dangerous. They’re better off not knowing, in case my father ever gets wind.
Burke kisses me as he thrust harder and deeper into my pussy.
“Annabel,” he groans. “I want you to say my name when you come.”
“I’m – I’m close,” I moan, rocking into the movement. Oh god, he’s huge and Bruce’s hands on my hips push my ass up and down his cock, harder and harder.
“Sweetheart,” groans Bruce into my ear. My head falls backward across his shoulder. “I’ve fantasized about this. You being here, with us. Exactly like this,” he groans, and I can feel his cock twitching as he comes closer to orgasm. Burke’s hands are planted next to Bruce’s shoulders as he rides me from above with Bruce on the bottom. I can feel my pussy and ass clench as I begin to tremble with the unbearable excitement of being with my men.
“Harder,” I moan. “Faster!” They obey me, drilling my ass and pussy vigorously, grunting as they start to come, too.
“Say my name,” Burke reminds me with a grunt.
“Burke!” I scream, my orgasm ripping through me. “Bruce!” In that moment, they both come at the same time. Groaning and grunting, they pump their seed into my pussy and ass, their cocks convulsing in tremors. I’m blinded with pleasure, and all I can see is the candlelight above me, blurred by my half-closed lids into beautiful gold smears of starlight.
