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Trace surged forward, stretching me until it stung. “Love fucking this ass. Can’t wait to take it bare so I can pump my come inside it.” He slowly reared back, and then Kaleb thrust upwards.
I moaned, regardless of the pain.
They continued like that—one would withdraw, the other would bury their cock deep. The slide and drag of their shafts over my hypersensitive nerve-endings soon outweighed the discomfort, and then all I could feel was pleasure edged with a slight burn that made it better.
I whimpered and groaned as they took me with a steady,maddeninglyslow rhythm.
“Fuck, she was born for this,” Kaleb gritted out.
“Next time, I’m gonna spank her ass first,” said Trace. “I want to see my handprints there while we fuck her.”
They picked up their pace, as if sensing I could handle more. Sandwiched between them with my every move controlled, I felt trapped and powerless and so fuckingtaken… It was like nothing I’d experienced before.
There was a such an overabundance of sensation that I struggled to process it. The bite of fingertips, the friction of mypebbled nipples rubbing Kaleb’s chest, the ache in my shoulders, the slap of Trace’s balls, the sink and retreat of a cock in both my pussy and my ass.
Soon, they began moving faster, making each thrust a little harder. Every one of those thrusts pushed me closer and closer to imploding.
Kaleb grunted. “She’s getting tighter, Trace. Make her come.”
A hand slid around my body and found my pulsing clit. Trace thumbed it, rolled it, pushed it … and I was gone. I bit into Kaleb’s chest as I exploded with a scream, my inner muscles rippling and squeezing as pure pleasure rocketed through me.
My scream turned into a hoarse wheeze as Kaleb pinched my carotid artery. Which was when both men lost control, ferally slamming their cocks inside me over and over until, finally, their own releases hit.
Floating on post-orgasm bliss, I barely registered both men pulling out. My hands were soon free, and I found myself lying on my back as each of my guys lay either side of me. They both claimed one of my hands and then massaged my entire arm from wrist to shoulder.
Opening my heavy eyelids, I said, “It’s down south that hurts most.”
Trace’s lips quirked. “Give me a sec.” He slid off the bed.
Kaleb turned me onto my side to face him and brushed my hair aside. “You okay?”
I planted a palm on his chest. “I rather enjoyed myself, if that’s what you really want to know.”
His languid eyes went warm with satisfaction. “Good. We’ve been wanting to take you at the same time for a while. But we decided we’d wait until you accepted that you’re ours to keep.”
“Well I can—gah, what the hell, Trace?” He was wiggling his finger in my ass—a rather wet finger.
“The gel will soothe the ache,” he said, a note of amusement in his voice that I didnotappreciate.
“It’s cold,” I groused.
“It’ll help.” He pressed a kiss to the back of my shoulder and withdrew his finger.
I rolled onto my back and looked from one male to the other. “Condoms, lube, soothing gel, silk bind. You sure came prepared. You must have been pretty certain the conversation was going to go your way. Cocky fuckers.”
Trace stroked my stomach. “Not one hundred percent certain. But we figured we could seduce your agreement out of you.”
“As I said, cocky.”
Kaleb braced his weight on his elbow. “Hopeful. Very, very hopeful.” He dropped a kiss on my mouth, smiling. “And now very, very smug, because we have what we want.”
“Be positive that you’re all in,” I told them, “because I don’t mind admitting that I’ll be crushed if this all goes tits up. It might be a while before anyone truly believes this isn’t a PR stunt, but they’ll reach that conclusion eventually.” I looked at Kaleb. “You’re close to your sisters. What if they don’t—”
“They won’t judge,” he assured me. “I couldn’t give a fuck if anyone does. I wouldn’t give up what we have to make other people feel better. No goddamn way.”
“You know I have no contact with my family,” Trace said to me. “I wouldn’t care one way or the other what they thought about this. Besides, I’m too damn old to give a shit about what other people think.”
“Even if you do lose roles and stuff?” I asked.
