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“Hmm, well you get a period every four or five weeks and they last for three to four days, so it was only a matter of time, right?” Shane says with a wink. “It’ll be fine.”
“Hmm,” Conor agrees as he lies down on the bed. “Come here.” He holds out a hand and I take it, allowing him to pull me up until I can straddle him. He grabs my hips in his powerful hands. “How wet are you?” He licks his lips as he looks down at my pussy.
“Soaking,” I whisper.
“I bet you are, my horny little angel. Slide onto my cock so I can feel you,” he growls.
I shift my hips, taking hold of his shaft with one hand so I can lower myself onto it. I glide on easily, taking him all the way to the hilt until he’s touching that sweet spot inside me. There is a delicious ache in my cervix that throbs when he thrusts his hips and goes that little bit deeper.
“Fuck, Jessie!” he hisses as he keeps a grip of my hips, holding me in place while he drives upward, probing deep inside and causing another rush of searing wet heat.
“Jesus, Conor,” I whimper shamelessly as I grind down on him as much as I can.
“You love my cock, don’t you, Angel,” he groans.
“Yes. I love the way you fuck me.” I moan loudly as the pleasure vibrates through my body, causing the throbbing deep inside me to intensify. I need some release and I need it now. I close my eyes, only vaguely aware of Shane crawling onto the bed behind us. But when he grabs my waist, his hands directly above Conor’s, shivers of pleasure skitter along my spine. His breath is on my ear, hot on my cool damp skin. “Lean forward, sweetheart so I can get inside you too.”
I nod and bend forward until I’m lying on Conor, my chest flush against his and my head tucked into his neck as he stills his movements to allow his brother to ease inside me. He edges the tip in first, sticky and wet with lube, and I moan softly.
“More,” I urge and he presses deeper. I will never get used to the feeling of being stuffed full of their huge cocks. It is exquisite – ecstasy bordering on the brink of pain.
“More?” he growls. He wouldn’t usually be so gentle with me but I love that he is when I need it.
“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage as my brain stops being able to function.
Shane takes his cue to push deep inside me and I moan into Conor’s neck. Shane leans over me, until I’m sandwiched between him and his brother. “You ready, Con?” he hisses as he stays still, his cock throbbing in my ass.
Oh dear God!
“Yup.” Conor grinds out the word, the effort of not moving making his heart beat fast against my cheek.
Then they start to fuck me. It’s slow and gentle but raw and primal at the same time. They hold back as much as they can at first, one moving in while the other slides out until my walls are squeezing and pulsing around them both. They start moving faster, going harder and deeper as I teeter on the edge of oblivion.
“We gonna make you squirt, Angel?” Conor whispers in my ear as he brushes my hair back from my face.
“Yeah,” I groan because I can feel it building. The intensity is mind blowing. Stars flicker behind my eyelids as every nerve ending in my body aches and throbs for the delicious release that constantly remains just a breath away. I’m so close for so long that I feel like I might pass out.
“You take us both so well,” Shane growls in my ear. “Such a good fucking girl the way you let us fill you with our cocks.”
Holy fuck! I’m going to pass out.
When Shane burrows his hand between us and rubs my clit, my orgasm detonates through my body like my veins are filled with black powder and he just lit the fuse.
I can’t even speak any words, I just moan loudly as the rush of my climax bursts out of me, soaking the three of us.
“Good girl,” Shane whispers in my ear as I pant for breath, completely spent and boneless, and in an orgasm-induced stupor.
I lie between them with a huge smile on my face as they grind out their own releases, stoking the embers of my climax with every thrust and sending soft fizzes of pleasure skittering through me.
When they’re both done, they pull out of me slowly. Everything is wet and sticky, but I don’t care. I lie on Conor’s chest as Shane pushes himself up and climbs off the bed. I’d be happy not to move for the rest of my life.
My eyelids flutter closed.
“I think we fucked our girl into a coma,” Shane laughs and Conor’s responding chuckle rumbles through his chest and makes me purr like a contented cat.
“Time for sleeping later, Angel. We need to get cleaned up,” Conor whispers as he cups my chin in his hand and tilts my head so I can look into his eyes. “Shane has run the bath.”
I blink at him. “Already?”
