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“Ride them, Amelia. Do it,” Murphy commanded. She closed her eyes as Brody roared and thrust up and down as he held her hips so tight. Now her chest was flat against Brody’s as he thrust upward while Waylon finger-fucked her ass.
She screamed as the orgasm overtook her, but she continued to thrust back against Waylon then downward against Brody.
Brody roared his release, but before she could catch her breath, Waylon wrapped an arm around her waist to hoist her off of Brody. He pulle
d her to the edge, parted her thighs, and thrust into her to the hilt. She screamed from his invasion, so turned on by his power trip she gasped for air. His arm, like a vise grip around her waist as he held himself deep inside her pussy, kept her steady on all fours.
He pushed her hair from her face.
“You are so fucking perfect. I can’t go slow, Amelia. I don’t think I ever will be able to with you.”
She felt his words to her heart and soul. Her core urged him to thrust into her, to fuck her hard, and as she began to say the words, Waylon pulled out then thrust back in. She gripped the comforter and felt her breasts sway with every deep thrust of his cock into her.
“You belong to us now, Amelia. No more flirting. No one else but us.” He thrust again and again.
“Say it,” he demanded but she couldn’t speak.
He smacked her ass and she screamed a small release.
“Say it.”
“You. Just the four of you.” She cried out as her body shook and convulsed from the hardest orgasm yet.
Waylon pulled out and shoved back in, in a series of long, hard, fast thrusts. She could hardly remain upward and felt her legs shaking.
“Ours,” he stated loudly then thrust into her deeply, wrapping her in his arm as she lost the ability to remain upright and collapsed to the bed. Waylon landed on top of her but somehow managed to keep most of his weight off of her.
He pulled her backward so that her back lay flat against his chest while his arm remained wrapped around her midsection cupping a breast and stroking her nipple between two fingers. She opened her eyes to see Murphy standing there smiling.
“You look lovely, Amelia.”
“Tired.” She felt herself drifting off into sleep and in the warmth of Waylon’s arms, with her lovers all around her.
Chapter 9
Amelia awoke to the sound of her alarm going off. Instantly she felt the hand cupping her breast and the hard body behind her. Someone walked into the room and turned off the alarm.
“Good morning.”
She peeked her eye open and saw Ricky standing there holding a hot cup of coffee and smiling.
Waylon pressed his lips against her shoulder as he gave her breast a squeeze.
“Morning,” she said, and as she moved, she felt the soreness and made a noise.
Immediately Ricky’s smile turned to a frown and Waylon uncupped her breast and sat up.
“Are you okay?” they asked.
She closed her eyes and adjusted her body. She pulled the sheets up against her chest and cringed. “I’m good.”
Waylon pulled her gently back down onto the bed and placed his arm over her waist. He looked her over then stared into her eyes with such serious concern she nearly lost the ability to breathe. Tears stung her eyes at his show of care and affection. Could last night have meant more than just really good sex? She realized instantly that she hoped so.
“I’m okay, just a little sore.”
“Did we hurt you?” Ricky asked.
She shook her head.
