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“And thank God for lube,” Jessie said with a wicked grin aimed down at me. I blushed and wiggled my body, ready to be taken by both of them at the same time.
Lincoln quickly pulled me into a sitting position and yanked my dress over my head, my breasts spilling free since I hadn’t been wearing a bra. Jessie laid on his back and crooked a finger at me, a silent command for me to straddle him.
And I was all too willing to obey him.
I quickly moved over him, sliding down on his cock easily, a moan falling from my lips.
“Fuck,” Jessie hissed. “Hold on, baby.” He clasped my hips. “Don’t move.”
I tensed slightly when I felt Lincoln swirling lube around my other hole. Jessie slid his hands down my back, his lips meeting mine. “Relax,” Jessie crooned. “Trust us, baby. I promise it’ll feel just as fucking good as it did last time.”
“Oh—oh fucking yes,” I moaned when Lincoln slowly began to push into me. He sucked in a sharp breath, his arm shaking beside me with the force to not just shove all the way in.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Lincoln hissed.
I clutched at Jessie’s shoulders, resisting the urge to rock. Fuck, I wanted to be taken by them both, to have them both use my body all while they took care of me, treasured me in a way only they could.
“Now,” Jessie growled.
They started out slow, both of them easily finding a rhythm together. I was mewling, crying out both of their names. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d come. My body was quickly covered in a light sheen of sweat, gasps and moans falling from my lips.
They never sped up, only rocking slowly in and out of me, making sweet, tender love to me. They were kissing my body where they could, both of them running their hands over me, letting me know without words how much they loved me, how much they both cherished me.
Suddenly, Lincoln eased completely out of me, and I whimpered at the loss, looking over my shoulder at him.
“It’s Jessie’s turn,” Lincoln soothed, his beautiful blue eyes meeting mine.
“What?” I gasped when Jessie suddenly flipped us over.
He leaned down and kissed me deeply before he leaned up again. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, he began to fuck me hard and fast. I cried out, arching my back, wave after wave of ecstasy washing over me. Lincoln moved next to me, already back in his jeans. He leaned over me, his lips meeting mine in a slow, deep kiss, his pace rivaling Jessie’s in the most delirious way. His hands slowly slid over my body, his fingers twisting and pulling at my nipples.
I screamed Jessie’s name as I came hard again, my pussy clenching his dick. Jessie shouted my name, coming hard with me. I clutched at Lincoln’s shoulders as I arched my back, my breathing coming in short, hard pants as I tried to calm down my body.
“Easy,” Lincoln soothed, running his calloused hands over me, soothing me, slowly calming me down. “Just breathe.”
“Holy fucking shit,” Jessie breathed as he collapsed onto his back beside me, not even bothering to get dressed yet.
Lincoln laughed. “Getting too old to hang with her, bro?”
Jessie shot him a dark look as he rolled onto his side to slide his hand over my belly. “Never too old to hang with our woman,” Jessie replied. I flushed. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to my lips. “That pussy is fucking magical, though.”
I blushed and covered my face with my hands. Lincoln burst out laughing. Jessie gently wrapped his hands around my wrists and tugged my hands down from my face. I gasped when Lincoln suddenly buried his face between my legs.
“Still fucking wet,” Lincoln growled. “Magical fucking pussy indeed.”
I moaned when Lincoln began to eat me out, not even caring that Jessie had just come inside of me. Jessie began to work magic on the rest of my body with his lips and hands.
I was the luckiest fucking woman in the world.
30
West
Dr. Gresham and I quietly walked through the garden for a few moments. I knew he was biding his time to speak, letting me get comfortable.
I knew this session was going to be difficult to get through. I knew I was going to cry a lot.
And I was terrified that this session would make me lose my voice again.
“Did you tell Lincoln and Jessie about your flashback?” Dr. Gresham asked me.
I wrapped my arms tightly around myself. “Sort of,” I told him. “I didn’t tell them what happened, but I did tell them that she used to hit me.”
“Let’s talk about that. Tell me what happened in your flashback,” Dr. Gresham gently ordered.
I swallowed nervously, keeping my eyes locked on the flowers as I prepared myself to tell him. It took a good fifteen minutes for me to get through the story since I kept tripping over my words, having to force them from my lips. I kept stopping in the middle of sentences, reliving the entire ordeal almost too much for my still-recovering mind to cope with.
