… I need more.”
“We don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart,” Jack whispered up at me, and I crashed my lips down o n his and kissed him madly, pleading, “I’ll stop you if it hurts, just please… please fuck me!”
I was frantic, and my lovers obliged . Jack thrust into me hard and fast, and Donovan matched his tempo, holding his weight off me so I could breathe.
I screamed my pleasure and felt it begin—that whirlwind that is climax—and it tore through the three of us like wildfire . Every time Jack thrust into me, Donovan withdrew only to come crashing back into me in the end . Little inhuman noises were torn from me, and I heard the cries around me, and we rode that line between chaos and control until that last moment when my pleasure overtook me and I dragged my men with me.
My pussy spasmed and my body twitched, wrenching both cocks inside me until they couldn’t resist the pull anymore, filling me with their come as they filled the air with the sound of my name.
Then we were finished, and Donovan slid from me, pulling me to one side, and Jack turned to follow, holding me on the floor as we slowly floated back to reality.
I wrapped Donovan’s arm around my waist as he lay wrapped around my back, and I held Jack tightly in the crook of my arm, and the last thought I had was crystal clear: these men were mine, and I was never letting them go.
Screw single.
About The Author:
Tacie Graves isn’t schizophrenic; she just writes what the voices in her head tell her to. Living in the middle of the Midwest with her husband and two children, her days are spent in a whirlwind of activities that always somehow lead back to her writing desk and the sexy stories that come alive there (which can be difficult sometimes when she has to explain why she’s looking at the pool guy just so .) She writes erotica for every woman because we can all use a little extra spice in our lives sometimes. Oh, and because the voices told her to.
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