Pulling Brock closer she devoured his mouth and dug her blunt nails into his back as Slater bit her arse cheek and growled.
“I told you I was going to take you here. I’m dying to feel your virgin hole around me.”
Sammy felt cold lubricant slid down her crack and a finger slowly ease in and out. Brock moved his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck. She let go of his back and moved around to his chest. She needed something to hold onto as the strange sensations of Slater’s finger easing in and out of her arse and nothing in her pussy made her focus on it more.
Brock rubbed his cock against her clit, and his hands tweaked and caressed her breasts. Sammy needed something. Her body was awash with building pleasure. Slater added a second finger. The pain and pleasure with Brock’s mouth and hands were getting too much.
Sammy gripped Brock’s muscular arms moaning as the two fingers that had been pumping in and out of her arse eased out. She felt a strange loss as the slight pleasurable pain went. The feeling came back as more lube was put on her arse, and this time she felt the head of Slater’s cock nudging the ring of her anus.
“Relax, and push out,” Slater whispered against her ear.
Doing as she’d been told she relaxed back against Slater and tried to keep her breathing easy as he pushed farther in. The burning paining intensified, and she panted, squeezing Brock’s arms.
Brock’s fingers came down to play with her nub, and his cock rested at her empty core. At the feel of Brock’s fingers rubbing her clit she closed her eyes and concentrated on the different feelings, a stretching pleasurable pain and a delicious tingling that coursed through her body at the feel of a forbidden delight.
“Kiss me. Help me. I need … I feel…” She panted at Brock unsure of how to reach the orgasm she wanted.
“What do you want, angel?” Brock whispered against her lips
“You. I don’t know. I need help. Please.”
“Fuck. Brock, she’s so tight. I don’t know if we’ll both fit. I’m fighting to get fully seated in her and not come.” Slater sounded like he was in agony.
Sammy pushed herself back on Slater pushing him deeper. She whimpered as he smacked her arse.
“I’m in, Brock. I’m not going to last.”
Brock groaned, and Sammy squealed as she felt Brock’s dick slowly thrust into her pussy.
“Oh my God. I feel so full. Nothing has ever felt like this.” An onslaught of wicked sensations bombarded her. It was like her senses overloaded. Sammy didn’t know what feeling to go for as they all came at her.
Sammy was done for when Slater and Brock pistoned into her, one coming out as the other slid in.
Slater moaned. “I’m sorry, beautiful. Next time we’ll last longer.”
Brock murmured against her lips as he pressed a kiss to them every now and then. “Angel, you feel soooo good. We’ll make it better next time.”
Christ, if they made it any better than what Sammy felt right now she’d die of ecstasy. Their thrusts became faster, and she let herself fall. She blew apart screaming as the best orgasm she’d ever had washed over her.
Her men swore, and two loud roars soon joined her groaning. Euphoria settled over Sammy as she became limp. The only muscles that worked were the ones she could feel pulsing around Slater and Brock.
“Mmm. That was heaven.” Sammy snuggled into the bed. “I love you both so much. I’m one lucky girl. That is worth anything that anyone can throw at us.” She closed her eyes, not able to move even if the house burnt down around them.
Brock brushed his lips over hers, and Slater nipped her shoulder. “We are the lucky ones,” Brick said as he brushed back some hair stuck to her face.
Sammy didn’t respond. She just needed to rest for a moment or two.
****
It took Sammy a while to fully forgive Brock for his betrayal, but he touched her anytime she was near and he held her throughout the night and apologized every morning for his behavior. Sammy told him that she’d forgiven him and that she loved him, but he still said it. Sammy had done one of the hardest things ever and talked to the DEA. She told them everything she knew. Sammy didn’t know if she would have the strength to testify in court and face any of Breakaway precinct, but she would try. She felt lighter for telling the secrets, and she knew she’d done the right thing. Sammy tried not to think about what they said they would do to her if she told. She had to have faith that her men and the DEA would protect her.
Brock took her for a driving lesson every day, even when Sammy knew he was tired from work. She told him not to bother, to sleep and relax, but he’d told her she needed to learn. It would help her with her independence. She would have an extra way to get around and away if she ever needed it.