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like—”
    “What are you, Mandy?” Joe demanded harshly.
    She gritted her teeth. “I’m a dirty girl who likes all my holes stuffed with big, fat cocks!”
    Brent grunted and pushed her down until her shoulders and her left cheek met the floor. Leaning over her and bracing his hands beneath her armpits, he reamed her without mercy. Every jarring thrust of his hips against her ass made Mandy’s nipples scrape against the wool Berber, and her fingers scratched at it helplessly as tears of need streamed out of her eyes.
    Joe slid a hand down under her hip and found her clit. He pinched it with even less mercy and suddenly she was coming like she’d never come before. She screamed 27

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    helplessly, humping up hard as her stomach spasmed, and Brent’s hoarse shout of release blasted in her ear.
    By the time he pulled out and flopped down beside her, she was too relaxed to do anything but savor the delicious weight of satisfaction in her abdomen.
    It didn’t occur to her she’d forgotten all about Joe until his knees nudged hers even farther apart and his hot hands seized her hips and pulled them up. Mandy didn’t even have time to stiffen before he buried his cock to the hilt in her battered ass.
    “Oh god,” she moaned brokenly, both alarmed and thrilled. So much for the weight of satisfaction—it had already drawn up into a seething ball of nervous anticipation in her belly.
    Joe grabbed her upper arms. “Come here, little girl, so your husband can watch your face while you come for me.”
    He hauled her up until she could see Hake sweating and trying to bite through the leather. His eyes locked on hers, and Mandy felt a fierce spurt of satisfaction at the naked hunger in her husband’s stare.
    While Joe kept a bruising grip on her arms and fucked her ruthlessly, Brent reached up and twisted her nipples. Like she needed more stimulation! The ball in her belly coiled tighter with lightning speed, and within seconds, she was screaming with the force of the orgasm rolling over her.
    Joe drove deep and held, grunting with every contraction that racked her body.
    Then his hands tightened on her arms and he gasped as he came in short, hard thrusts.
    When his grip loosened, Mandy went to lean back against him and was startled when he pulled out and stood up. Breathing heavily, he walked toward Hake with his half-hard cock still sheathed in latex and hanging out of his open fly. Hake began to struggle when Joe dropped to his knees between his thighs, but Joe ignored him, unbuckling his belt and yanking down his zipper.
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    He pulled out Hake’s cock, which looked like it was about to burst, and gave it three hard jerks. Hake stiffened and then growled as come spurted out of him, landing on Joe’s face and tee shirt.
    If looks could kill, Joe would be pushing up daisies.
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Chapter Three
    “I’m hungry,” Joe announced, lounging back in Hake’s big blue recliner with his hands folded behind his head.
    “Me, too.” Brent made himself equally at home in her smaller recliner. “Why don’t you scoot on out to the kitchen and rustle us up some grub?”
    Mandy barely suppressed a snort. That Festus accent had to go. Somehow she’d thought the game would end when the sex did, but the guys didn’t seem to be in any hurry to revert to their kinder, more chivalrous selves.
    Perched naked on the couch and still dripping with her own juices, she continued to play her part with relish, clasping her hands together in her lap and pleading with her eyes.
    “Will you please cut him loose?” she asked tremulously, nodding at Hake. “I promise, I’ll do anything you ask. Anything .”
    “You’ll do that anyway,” Brent murmured. “And he’s fine where he is until our food is ready.”
    Mandy glared at him. “You could at least take off the gag.”
    She started when he suddenly flipped down the recliner’s footrest and leaned forward in his seat. “Joe’s got a