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It’s sweet that he’s careful with me, but I’m about ready to rip his cock off and fuck myself with it. “You won’t hurt me. I might be a virgin, but I’m twenty-eight, not eighteen. I have a dildo collection to rival a sex shop’s. Or had one. Someone is going to come across those and feel really fucking awkward.”
“Come across them might not be the best choice of words,” Zig groans, making me laugh, which turns into a strangled moan.
“Jesus fuck, don’t talk about sex toys when I’m this close to blowing my load,” Oz begs.
“Just fuck me already, then we can both come.” I don’t know where this brazen woman has come from, but her confidence is empowering.
“No condoms.” He grits his teeth as his fingers press against a spot inside me that makes me flood his hand.
Zig laughs, but it sounds painful. “All the shit we found and not a single condom? How’s that for karma?”
“I don’t know about karma, but I have an IUD and I’m clean, so if you want…” I don’t say anything else; the already charged atmosphere becomes electric.
“We’re clean. Never gone ungloved before.” Zig swallows. “You gonna let us inside you, little one?”
“Yes.”
Oz climbs off the bed and shucks his boxers. His hard cock bobs as he pulls it free, making me blink and tense. Holy shitballs. It’s much bigger up close.
Zig takes Oz’s place between my legs before looking over his shoulder at his brother. “You snooze, you lose, dickhead.”
Oz looks so offended that I can’t help but laugh, my tense body relaxing.
Instead of taking his boxers off, Zig just pulls his cock free before leaning over me and dragging the blunt head across my slick heat.
“You sure, little one? You have all the power in all areas but one.”
“I do?”
He nods, and Oz watches on from the end of the bed, stroking his cock.
“You can saygo. You can say stop. You can sayyes. You can sayno. You can say any damn thing, and I’ll always give you what you want, except for one thing. If you let us inside you, then there is no turning back. I won’t accept anything less than everything. You’ll be ours—heart, body, and soul.”
I’ve never been anybody’s everything before, even back when my mom was around. I have no doubt she loved me. But there were moments when she didn’t know I was watching that I would see a look on her face, an expression that spoke of anguish and yearning. It was in those moments that I felt like a burden. A cross that she must bear like the generation before her. That’s why I never planned on having children. I never wanted my child to feel ashamed for something that was beyond their control.
I stare into his eyes, knowing these men could be my downfall. They could be feeding me pretty little lies that fuel my love-starved heart. But surely it’s better to feel my heart break than have a heart that’s so closed off that I never feel anything at all.
“Yes,” I whisper. It’s not a declaration of love, but acceptance. I’ll be theirs, and they’ll be mine.
Zig slams his mouth over mine as he eases himself inside me. I wince as I try to accommodate him. If I had known what I was going to be working with, I’d have bought bigger dildos. He keeps going until he’s fully inside me, then holds himself still, giving me a second to adjust.
Smoothing my hair from my face, he gazes down at me with a look I’ll remember for a lifetime. It’s a look of wonder and something else I can’t find the words for.
“You okay?”
I nod, needing him to move.
“Good.” A grin tips up his lips as he eases back out of me to the tip before he slams back in, pushing the air from my lungs.
I scream in surprise, my back arching as he grabs my legs and pushes them back so the tops of my thighs are pressed to my stomach. He fucks me slow and deep, his eyes fixed on his cock disappearing inside me. I look over his shoulder and find Oz watching, too, as he continues to stroke his cock.
I thought I would feel self-conscious, but with the way they are looking at me, I feel like a goddess.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight. I’m not going to last,” Zig growls, his speed picking up as he fucks me harder.
My body feels like it’s on fire, and it has nothing to do with the oppressive heat and everything to do with the man inside me and the one watching me, his gaze a sensual touch all on its own.
I whimper Zig’s name, knowing I’m going to come. I fight it, not wanting this to end. When he drops his head and sucks one of my hard nipples into his mouth, I break under his exquisite torture, screaming his name as I come hard. He follows me over the edge, whispering my name into my ear. I turn my head and find his lips with mine, kissing him with everything I have.
