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Who would it be? She gasped with a harrowing thought. After the never-ending foreplay, she would not be left to finish herself off.
Her head fell back. Blake’s mouth skimmed across her exposed skin. Grant whispered against her ear. “Hmmm, doll. Keep that body right there. Hold still. Oh yes, honey. Let me stroke your pretty ass, sub.”
Grant’s voice moved her. Blake’s eyes guided her. She owned more confidence then than she’d ever possessed in her life. She felt sexy and capable, loved and wanted. Oh God, this was a special moment indeed. Together, Blake and Grant marked her as their sub, their woman, and ultimately their responsibility.
As Blake’s penis rubbed against her, the hotness became more exquisite. Grant hammered inside her ass, his nails biting into her flesh, raking over her skin as the fires became three-dimensional, splitting off in all sorts of flames.
She was close. Her orgasm was near.
“There!” Grant exclaimed. “Now! Oh God, yes. Now you can come for me, sub.”
Morgan screamed their names and a resounding, “Yes, oh fuck yes!”
Her orgasm grabbed hold, and it was like the Titanic, the mother of all releases as she fucked them faster and wilder, her body undulating like never before. The climax made her reckless, throwing her into a progressive movement.
She screamed again and again as her entrances clenched around their cocks. The finish was near but the end wasn’t close enough, as their bodies swayed in tandem. Cocks twitched inside her. Oh hell and damnation, she was hooked on bliss, and this was sex in its rawest form. Pure and exquisite, uncut and perfect.
Morgan bucked under one man while riding the other. The heavy weight of full condoms inspired her all over again.
The wickedness of ginger made its final play, the intensity building again as the men rocked her body, used her sex against her, and taught her one final lesson in the school of loving.
The last orgasm came for her. She held fast to the cocks vibrating inside her, clenching around their dicks as they guided her.
Grant pounded inside her hole. Blake made a final surge. And their bodies found one last quake, trembling together until there was nothing left for any of them to give.
“Oh my God, yes!” she exclaimed, bucking and riding, grinding and fucking. Grant fell against Morgan’s back moments later and Blake’s chest carried the weight of them both.
Exhausted, she collapsed against Blake’s body and whispered against his skin, “Now, I’ve had the world’s greatest and most satisfying fix.”
Chapter Ten
Kilo had never seen anything like it. He lowered the binoculars and looked down at his hard cock, the bulge in his pants damn annoying.
Since when had Morgan, a fucking junkie, made his cock this freaking hard? Shit, if he’d known Morgan had that kind of action in her, he would’ve spanked that bitch’s pussy every damn day of her miserable life.
Fuck! What the hell had gotten into her? Since when did she move like a stripper trained to collect a high roller’s dollar?
He studied the house again. Move like a stripper, his ass. She fucked like a whore who could’ve commanded a high-paid escort’s rate!
Man, he’d screwed up when they’d been together. Instead of fucking her and keeping her tight little snatch for himself, he should’ve put her on a short leash and turned her out once a week to the best clients in Memphis. That little honey would’ve brought in some pocket change.
Why hell, she would’ve paid his rent.
When Kilo was with her, she was always too strung out, too freaking tired. But damn! He didn’t have to wonder what the hell he’d missed. He’d seen enough in the two previous hours.
“What a waste,” he muttered. Here he thought he had to trade sex for drugs. The way his bitch moved her sweet ass, she would’ve bent over for free and liked the hell out of the cock he fed her.
He took the syringe from his pocket and eyed the lethal fix he’d planned to give her. After watching the way his fucking whore performed, it’d be a waste to give her death’s dose. In fact, he might consider killing her as one of life’s greatest catastrophes.
Maybe Kilo would give his brother a call and let him know what he had to look forward to in the coming days. Once he took Morgan home to Memphis, they’d treat her to a little more of the same.
“That was the problem, huh, Morgan? You wanted what I had and everybody else, too.” He grunted. He could fix that. If she liked threesomes, maybe she’d get off on a little chain reaction. Hell, he wouldn’t just give his brother a stab at that, he’d call his cousins and their neighbors, too.
“Well have us a good, old-fashioned gang bang,” Kilo mumbled.
No wonder these boys lived in the country. With the toys and gadgets they had in their basement,
why hell. They would’ve been arrested in the city if someone had seen what he watched. And he couldn’t even begin to think about the noise coming from over there. He was as hard as a missile and ready to explode the second he heard her purring better than a pussycat.
