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With a grunt and a push my first lover was gone, slapping my ass playfully on his way out of the room. It felt like a Gage-slap, or maybe it really was Devyn. Maverick’s spankings were always a little awkward, as he never got that perfect palm-to-flesh contact that left a bright-red handprint that glowed up a minute or two later. As much as those handprints stung, I loved seeing them in the mirror. They made me feel torridly naughty, like getting fucked in the ass did.

I lay there on the bed for a minute, squirming and leaking, until I heard the sound of someone else. Or maybe even more than one person.

“Hi Gage,” I guessed. “You wanna take your turn now?”

Thrusting my ass in the air again, I waved it back and forth obscenely. I could feel a warmth and wetness, running down the insides of my thighs. With my stockings on and the plug in my ass and my panties pulled to one side, I imagined I must’ve been quite a sight.

“No?” I sighed, as I was met only with silence. “Want me to turn over then, or—”

Someone grabbed me, flipping me onto my side. My arms were still overhead, but now one of my legs was pointed upward at the ceiling, held by the ankle in a strong, sure grip.

“I was hoping you’d—”

Whoever it was straddled my other thigh scissoring their way against my come-soaked crotch. A second later it felt like I was being split deliciously in half, as they shoved themselves all the way inside me.

OHHHHHHHHHHH…

The hand clutching my leg bounced up and down, as my newest lover pistoned themselves in and of my body. The bed rocked forward and back as he drilled me deeply, taking me all the way to the core with every stroke.

It’s gotta be Maverick!

It was his favorite position for sure… or maybe they were just trying to fool me. Whoever it was didn’t stop as he bottomed out, but pushed that extra glorious inch or two at the end. Each time our bodies came together he screwed his balls tightly against the base of the plug in my ass, adding another dimension of pleasure to the whole sordid experience.

This is crazy.

Harder and faster my latest Navy SEAL went, screwing me sideways until I was practically begging to come again. The whole thing felt amazing and exhilarating. Like fucking through a countdown timer to the end of the world.

“Holy—”

The word slipped out from my lovers’ mouth, and I strained to make sense of it. It was whispered instead of said, and gasped more than anything else. The grunt — or curse of pleasure — had been an unavoidable slip-up, but a slip-up nonetheless.

Suddenly I felt a face near mine, as the man fucking me leaned over my body. My hair was brushed aside, and a pair of warm lips slid against my ear.

“I love you Jules,” the man whispered.

It was Gage’s voice… but also it wasn’t. He was the only one who called me by that pet name, though. Unless one of the others were trying to throw me off again, and make me guess incorrectly. As far as sneaky went, that would be pretty damned devious.

Or maybe it’s just Gage disguising his voice. Trying to trick you intothinkingit was someone different…

My mind wrestled with the voice for another moment or two, which was fading in light of my soon-to-be second onrushing orgasm. But then the man began grunting as he exploded inside me. He grunted primally rather than speak, as the enormity of his climax eclipsed all reason.

Mmmmmm…

His body was warm and heavy across my back, and felt immeasurably good against my naked skin. Still spilling his seed deep in my womb, his hot breath raised goosebumps all along my neck and shoulders.

He’s not tall enough to be Gage.

The revelation made me grin, even as a pair of lips closed over mine. The man kissed me firmly but without revealing too much, then exited the bed at almost the exact moment another hopped on from the other side.

Knew it!

Whoever was about to take me last had also watched my second tryst. And when it came to voyeuristic tendencies, no one loved watching more than Gage did.

“Whoever you are,” I teased, “you’d better make me come.”

There was a low chuckle, followed by two powerful hands that maneuvered me swiftly and easily. I was placed onto my back, legs spread, with my arms stretched high overhead. One big palm closed over both my wrists at once, pinning them to the bed, while my final lover propped himself over my body with his other arm. A second later he was kneeing his way insistently between my thighs.

“Somebody’s desperate to get laid, huh?” I smirked proudly beneath my blindfold.