As much as they’d sworn only to fuck her, to use her body for sex alone rather than making love to her, she wasn’t fooled for a second. That disconnection she couldn’t separate. The lust and love were adjoined. With Blake and Grant, the two would always be linked.
Blake was the first man she’d ever loved, and Grant was the last. How could she have sex with either of them without those old feelings resurfacing again?
Now, to add to the list of life complications, she felt as if she were embarking on a new journey, an everlasting adventure guaranteed to change her life. While she was angst-ridden—primarily because of the toll the drugs had taken on her body—she wasn’t necessarily afraid to face the new day.
Her men stroked faster, fucked harder. Their cocks hammered away at the space claimed, pounding inside her as their delivery accelerated and the thrusts went deeper.
To think she’d missed out on this kind of loving! Why hadn’t someone mentioned a threesome long before now?
“You’re so hot,” Blake whispered. “The ginger still burns, doesn’t it?” He screwed her, impaling her with broken taps. His steely cock pulsed with his building release.
“Yes,” she choked out, focusing on the heat, on the wild passion, the unmatched lovemaking.
Blake’s dick thrummed inside her pussy. Grant’s hard rod pulsed inside her ass.
Heavy cocks fucked her as large hands careened over her flesh. Blake kissed her as he pushed himself higher, using her body for leverage as he sank between her folds, held still, withdrew, and buried himself balls deep once more. His tongue fought for its place as eagerly as his dick claimed its own, tapping that spot destined to set her off.
Morgan was sensitive from front to back, thanks in part to the fascinating sensations the violet wand generated. She felt as if her body became one giant wave of static electricity as each man developed a nearly hypnotic tempo.
Their long, erect cocks took stock in her body. Every stroke was worthy of praise as each jolt provoked more moans, and soft cries filled with desperate whispers.
Morgan couldn’t wait to feel their cum oozing inside her, swirling as they punched their way toward the inevitable finish, the end set to mark the beginning of another free-for-all. The last man stroking would inevitably fuck her through multiple orgasms.
Who would it be? She gasped with a harrowing thought. After the never-ending foreplay, she would not be left to finish herself off.
Her head fell back. Blake’s mouth skimmed across her exposed skin. Grant whispered against her ear. “Hmmm, doll. Keep that body right there. Hold still. Oh yes, honey. Let me stroke your pretty ass, sub.”
Grant’s voice moved her. Blake’s eyes guided her. She owned more confidence then than she’d ever possessed in her life. She felt sexy and capable, loved and wanted. Oh God, this was a special moment indeed. Together, Blake and Grant marked her as their sub, their woman, and ultimately their responsibility.
As Blake’s penis rubbed against her, the hotness became more exquisite. Grant hammered inside her ass, his nails biting into her flesh, raking over her skin as the fires became three-dimensional, splitting off in all sorts of flames.
She was close. Her orgasm was near.
“There!” Grant exclaimed. “Now! Oh God, yes. Now you can come for me, sub.”
Morgan screamed their names and a resounding, “Yes, oh fuck yes!”
Her orgasm grabbed hold, and it was like the Titanic, the mother of all releases as she fucked them faster and wilder, her body undulating like never before. The climax made her reckless, throwing her into a progressive movement.
She screamed again and again as her entrances clenched around their cocks. The finish was near but the end wasn’t close enough, as their bodies swayed in tandem. Cocks twitched inside her. Oh hell and damnation, she was hooked on bliss, and this was sex in its rawest form. Pure and exquisite, uncut and perfect.
Morgan bucked under one man while riding the other. The heavy weight of full condoms inspired her all over again.
The wickedness of ginger made its final play, the intensity building again as the men rocked her body, used her sex against her, and taught her one final lesson in the school of loving.
The last orgasm came for her. She held fast to the cocks vibrating inside her, clenching around their dicks as they guided her.
Grant pounded inside her hole. Blake made a final surge. And their bodies found one last quake, trembling together until there was nothing left for any of them to give.
“Oh my God, yes!” she exclaimed, bucking and riding, grinding and fucking. Grant fell against Morgan’s back moments later and Blake’s chest carried the weight of them both.