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Proud?
Fuck it, yes — I was proud. Somehow I’d turned a terrible situation into something incredible. I’d taken the worst week of my life and turned it into an ice-cream sundae with a bright red cherry on top. Or maybe three cherries, but who the hell was counting?
You are. That’s who.
A hand touched my face, gently turning it sideways. When I opened my eyes again I was tongue-kissing Silas. Then Cody. Then Silas again.
Mmmmmmmmm…
The kisses were fire. Pure white heat that melted me into the bed, as my body shifted beneath the onslaught of Santiago’s relentless pounding. In time though, the kisses turned into something else. Something harder and longer and even hotter, as Cody and Silas knelt before me and alternated playing with my tits and fucking my mouth, each of them egging the other on.
It felt absolutely incredible, sucking them back and forth while getting fucked. Grunting through one lover’s deep, penetrating strokes, while reaching out to wrap my hands around the others. Santiago leaned into our lovemaking, pressing his hard chest against my heaving breasts. One hand slid upward, cupping my cheeks. Taking control he began guiding me left and right, pushing me back and forth in the direction of Cody, then Silas, then Cody again.
MyGod, Brynne!
Nothing in the world felt this good. No experience could feel anywhere near as gratifying as pleasuring three men at once.
The heat in my belly was spreading outward, and with it came an exquisitely building pressure. My inevitable climax wasn’t far off. The orgasm, I knew, would be totally fucking legendary.
“Hey…”
I glanced up, locking eyes with the beautiful dusk-skinned man pinning me deep into the bed. Santiago’s big hand was still on my face. My lips were swollen, my cheeks covered in saliva from switching back and forth.
“You’reoursnow. The three of us.”
The words were whispered — no, breathed — directly into my ear. I gasped then nodded eagerly, even as I took him deeper.
“Anything we want.”
Oh my God, yes!I wanted to scream my answer. I wanted to claw his back and tell him how right he was, but I was too focused on the sexy, gravelly voice that was driving me wild.
“Anytimewe want.”
His lips only barely grazed my ear, but it didn’t matter. My entire body exploded with goosebumps.
“You’re giving yourself to us,” Santiago went on. “That’s what you said. That’s your payment, Brynne. You’re paying withthis.”
With that last word he rolled his hips and thrust into me so hard I actually squealed with happiness. I let go of Cody and Silas, my hands slipping down Santiago’s hard, rippled flanks to settle over both globes of his tightly-clenched ass.
“Yes,” I hissed, squeezing him so hard I felt his body stiffen. “God, yes.”
His eyes flared dangerously. Maybe it was because my fingernails were digging greedily into his flesh. More likely though, it was because of what came next.
Oh GOD…
Somewhere deep in my belly, I felt him go off like a thunderclap. His thick shaft began twitching and pulsing, thumping away inside me like a living, breathing thing. Spewing its life-giving seed high up in my life-sustaining womb.
Ohhhhhhhhh…
Throughout it all his eyes remained locked on mine; two fierce brown orbs staring into my soul as he unloaded inside me. His pulses were rhythmic and powerful. My feeling of fullness and warmth, almost unbearable in its delicious totality.
Then my own orgasm triggered, and the world around us collapsed away.
Describing the full scope of the euphoria would be impossible, especially with me all but blacking out from the pleasure. But I could remember his face, his shoulders. His two pillar-like arms. I could recall the feelings of deep unity as our bodies went through the throes of orgasm together, and I remembered flailing against the sheets while screwing back against his throbbing member.
As my climax finally wound down, I found myself wondering about this man. This silent, brooding stranger who’d so totally and completely drained himself inside me was still a complete mystery, which of course only made the experience even hotter and more taboo.
Santiago pumped me slowly a few more times, his expression dreamy but satisfied. Then he withdrew, trailing a rope of thick, pearlescent come that still connected us for a precious few more seconds.
