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have any control in an encounter like this, when she was outweighed and outgunned by an overload of muscle and testosterone. But somehow, she felt as though she was the one calling the shots here.
    It was a heady feeling.
    Damn, Erica is lucky. It was the last coherent thought Pam had for a while, because at that moment, Steve tugged the spaghetti strap of her top down her arm to reveal her braless breast. Then he dipped his head and clamped his lips on the turgid peak.
    “Oh, God!”
    The new angle of Steve’s body made it difficult for her to keep stroking him, so Pam gave up and thrust her fingers into his hair instead. She held him to her, encouraging his soft, insistent sucking while Rob rubbed his hard cock against her hand and kissed a trail down the side of her face. It was too much, all the wonderful sensations hitting her at once. Pam was sure she couldn’t take much more.
    Then Steve slid his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. Even with the barrier of thick denim in place, his sure touch was enough to make Pam’s panties flood with damp heat. Her body quivered and her nipple grew even tauter in Steve’s mouth. She was so close to having a spontaneous orgasm it wasn’t funny.
    As though sensing how close to the edge she was, Steve lifted his head and pledged, “I’m going to make you come.”
    At her other side, Rob protested. “I want to go first.”
    “Tough luck,” Steve told the other man with a smirk. To emphasize his point, he unsnapped her jeans and drew the zipper down, the metallic sound bouncing off the walls of the bedroom.
    “Come on, Waller,” Rob complained as his lips inched toward Pam’s mouth. Against her lips, he murmured the most seductive words Pam had ever heard. “I want to lick every drop of juice from her sweet pussy.”
    Pam whimpered and drove her tongue into Rob’s mouth. He kissed her back, more ferociously than he had before. They fed on each other’s passion for a moment, for as long as Steve let them before he interrupted. He peeled Pam’s body from where it was plastered to the wall, forcing her to break the kiss with Rob.
    His gaze was determined, so fucking stubborn that it was somehow sexy, as he deliberately wrapped her legs around his waist. His lips tilted arrogantly. “That’s a great idea.”
    Steve strode with her toward the bed and laid her flat on the mattress. He reached for the waistband of her jeans and tugged them down her legs until they came off. Her thighs opened as though they were waiting to be free of the restricting denim, and both men gazed down at her flimsy satin panties. If it weren’t for the raw hunger in their expressions, Pam might have been embarrassed by the thought of how drenched they must appear.
    “Fuck,” Rob swore. “I have to taste her.”
    Steve sank to his knees on the carpet so he had a closer view of the action. “I said I’m going first.”
    As strangely arousing as it was to have two men so keen to make her come, Pam didn’t really want to play referee. She wanted Steve’s mouth on her, wanted him to channel all that tenacity into eating her until her mind was well and truly blown. She lifted her hips when Steve urged her too, allowing him to slip her panties off.
    “Rob,” she said and waited until he looked at her. She showed him a small smile and made a confession she knew would settle his argument with Steve quick smart. “I’m dying to taste your cock.”
    As predicted, Rob forgot all about her pussy as all the blood rushed to his overeager sex organ. He hastened to undo his pants. “You don’t have to say that twice.”
    Pam laughed at the comical haste with which Rob shucked his khaki trousers. When his boxers went the same way, the laugh turned into a moan. Rob’s cock was straight and thick, so long she knew she wouldn’t be able to swallow it to the root.
    But she couldn’t wait to try.
    Rob climbed onto the bed and shuffled toward her on his knees. Pam remained propped on her elbows,