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“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”
With my eyes screwed shut, I let out a long, contented groan. When I opened them again, Lincoln’s cock was just inches from my face.
“I was right,” he said, holding me by the chin. “This is every bit as hot as I thought it would be.”
I swallowed him as Brody screwed me, grabbing my bound wrists in one big hand. It hurt, but only for a moment. Once I relaxed my shoulders, I ceded control.
Oh… my… fucking… God…
“Is this what you wanted?” growled Brody, leaning over my back. He was pulling hard enough to stay dominant, while still leaving enough room for me to be comfortable.
I answered with my eyes, staring back at him over my shoulder. Lincoln’s cock was still filling my mouth.
“You feel so deep this way,” he grunted lustfully.
The two of them switched again and again, trading off between my mouth and pussy. The handcuffs came off and on too. I was bound in the front, my wrists at at belly-button level. Forced to ride each of them while sucking the other, and somehow maintaining my balance throughout.
I won’t lie… I got good at it. Halfway through I was learning new tricks to keep myself in place. Soon I was grinding down hard, reaching all new depths. Taking one lover as far as I could inside me, while working the other with my hands and mouth.
They released me in the end, just in time to lay me back across the bed. Then they finished, both of them, simultaneously on my chest. Each of my lovers firing thick, heavy streams of their warm seed… all over my sweaty, writhing body.
I still reeled from the wine, from the exertion, from the wonderful orgasms they’d made sure to give me. So much that it barely registered as my lovers collapsed on either side of me.
“Sorry I missed your holiday office thing,” said Lincoln, pulling my face to his. Side to side on the pillow, he kissed me tenderly. “But I’m glad Brody called me in for the after-party.”
I shifted delightedly, and was immediately spooned from behind. My laughter was delirious.
“Is that what we’re calling this?”
Thirty-Six
LINCOLN
Her apartment was every bit as adorable as she was, and that was saying a lot. Her refrigerator though…
“You have three eggs?”
Holly giggled from her corner of the kitchen table, where she cradled an oversized mug of delicious-smelling coffee. At least that was good. She had a solid machine, and a good grinder. Not every girl knew enough to buy whole beans.
Shit, some of them still used a godforsaken Keurig.
“Want me to knock on my neighbor’s door to borrow some?” she teased. “Ask for some milk too?”
“Nah. I’ll make do.”
I wasn’t the greatest cook in the world, but I could hold my own. I considered Breakfast my strong suit. It was also my favorite meal. But an omelet for three people? Using three eggs?
“Morning.” yawned Brody, stumbling into the kitchen. He scratched his head. “Shit, did I miss breakfast?”
“Not yet.”
“Whew,” he grinned. “Bacon and eggs?”
“Egg,” I corrected him, smirking at Holly. “Bacon and egg.”
She brought her coffee to her lips, her middle finger extending to flip me off in the process. I laughed so hard I almost dropped the mixing bowl.
“You should put milk in those eggs,” Brody offered. “Makes em’ thicker.”
