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Twenty-Eight

ANDREA

Randall kissed me, holding his tattooed hand over mine. Driving his tongue past my lips, just as my other lover — the one planted firmly behind me — sank all the way inside again.

Oh my God…

It was pain. It was pleasure. It was beyond any of those things, really. It was a fullness I couldn’t describe; an itch I didn’t know I had, begging to be scratched. I held my breath as Marcus’s abdominals bounced again off my supple flesh. This time he grinded for a moment, extending the feel of that last, wonderful push…

I… I just…

I wanted to reach backward. To claw him into me, to keep his hard cock exactly where it was, buried all the way up in my ass. Only when he withdrew, that felt good too. Everything was so taut. So incredibly, wonderfully snug and comfortable and—

I felt it before I even heard his cries; surge after powerful surge of his hot, sweltering come, blasting its way up my impossibly tight channel. Pulse after glorious pulse, I arched back and allowed the most incredible sensations I’d ever felt wash over me.

Everything was so hot, so wet. So deliciously nasty and taboo…

I moaned into Randall’s mouth as it happened, and that made it even sexier for me. I’d been fucked in the ass before. I’d even let a guy finish there once or twice. But never, ever had it felt like this! And having another lover there, right before me. Holding me gently. Kissing and tonguing me, while another man pumped me full of his come. Filling my naughtiest of all possible places, gripping me tightly from behind…

My own orgasm was still teetering, right on the very edge. Randall took care of that too. He rolled me onto my back, practically shoving Marcus away and throwing my legs over his strong, tattooed shoulders.

“Did you enjoy that, angel?”

I was so horny I could barely see. I nodded up at him pleadingly.

“Good. Because I’m taking a piece of that next time.”

I was shaking. Quivering. Somehow I managed to nod again, vaguely.

“This time however…”

My hands gripped the sheets as I felt him rub the thick head of cock over my clit a few times. Then my whole body shuddered with relief… as he pushed his way into my pussy.

“MMMMmmmmm…”

The first plunge nearly blacked me out. By the second and third, my head was swimming.

Oh GOD… Oh fuck…

I don’t think I lasted ten seconds. All of sudden I was coming and gushing, squirting all over the bed. My pussy exploded around him uncontrollably, my hands clawing the sheets as my head thrashed left and right…

Fuuuuuuuck!

It was slutty and dirty and wonderful, made even filthier by what Marcus had just done to me from behind. I was sopping wet back there. All sticky and gooey and warm.

I opened my eyes at one point and saw the big Ranger kneeling there, towering over me as he looked on. Holding my shoulders square to the bed as Randall took his own pleasure, spearing my pussy with long, penetrating strokes.

Ohhh…

They were like two bearded giants. Gorgeous, dark, and handsome, all rippled with muscle.

Holding

me. Screwing me.

Using me…

Eventually I felt it; Randall unloading inside me. I was being drilled into the bed, my heels pointed skyward. My knees parted as the Navy SEAL collapsed into me, driving his face into my neck. I clenched him there as he moaned in ecstasy, noting how incredibly powerful it felt, holding him like this. I was stroking his wild hair. Clawing him harder against me as he continued pulsing, thickly, in the warm valley between my thighs.