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“Grant,” she groaned, practically shoving her rear in his face. Parting her damp labia, he found her throbbing clit slick with her juices. He rolled the hot bud between his thumb and forefinger, applying pressure and then releasing.

“Do you like that, India?”

Grant already knew the answer to that question from the way she moved against him, silently begging for it, but he wanted to hear her vocalize the affirmative.

“Yes! Oh, yes!” Her shout of ecstasy served to increase his arousal. He shoved a middle finger into her slick channel. Shit, she was tight. Grant could only begin to imagine how it would feel to have his cock buried in her cunt, gripping him like a vise.

Squirming her bottom, she moved with him as he fingered her.

“That’s it, darling. Don’t hold back. Give me everything you’ve got.”

“Rafe…Grant. This feels so good. Ah!” she cried out.

Grant slipped another finger into her pussy, stretching her for his cock. He wasn’t a small man and neither was Rafe. With a pussy this tight, he’d have to prepare her first. He squeezed her luscious ass with his free hand before giving it a playful smack.

“Oh!” Her momentary gasp of surprise became a satisfied purr. He couldn’t take it anymore. Grant had to be inside of her now. Slowly, he eased his fingers from her damp channel and brought them to his mouth, slurping every bit of her essence from his skin. Grant couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this aroused and he could barely contain himself.

He was so eager for her, his hands were trembling almost like his first time with Susie Jordano in her parents’ bedroom. Only this time there was no rush or fear of her father coming home to bust them. And this moment was definitely more special because he and his best friend were pleasuring a very desirable woman who turned him on in ways no words could describe.

He pulled back just enough to tug his polo shirt over his head and then he undid his pants and removed his boxers in a hurry. Grant’s dick throbbed, bright red with his desire.

“I need to be inside of you now, darling. I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”

Rafe lifted his head, letting go of her nipple with a wet slurp. Grant looked at the other man and his friend nodded in their silent communication.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Grant commanded.

India did as she was told, her breath coming out in hurried gasps, her body trembling in her passion. “What do you want me to do?”

Grant reached up to tug her dress all the way off. “I want you on your knees so I can fuck you.”





Stranded





Chapter Eight


The moment had come. There was no turning back now. India pushed away the nagging voice in the back of her head. It told her she shouldn’t be enjoying this so much, but the way Rafe had been nibbling on her breasts, teasing and tormenting the highly sensitized mounds, caused all reason to fly out the window. If that wasn’t enough, the stimulation of Grant fingering her, heightened the sensation like nothing she’d ever experienced, sending an erotic charge along her nerve endings.

Rafe placed his hands on her shoulders, gently guiding her down to the ground. She trembled in uncertainty and pleasure combined.

“Don’t be frightened, India. We wouldn’t do anything to hurt you,” Grant whispered in her ear and then tugged her lobe with his teeth. He reached around to cup her breasts. “You have a beautiful body, darling. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Rafe lowered himself in front of her as he tugged his shirt off to reveal the golden muscular expanse of his hard chest, dusted with a dark mat of hair. India had to touch him. Placing her hands on his torso, she massaged his flesh.

“Your body is so tight,” she said with frank admiration.

Rafe released a throaty moan, closing his amber eyes, masking the desire lurking within their depths.

She dragged her fingers across his nipples and leaned forward, pressing a kiss against his pecs. Rafe trembled beneath the light touch of her lips.

Grant was making it difficult to concentrate on her task, however, as he ran his hands over her body with liberal strokes, leaving no part of her skin unexplored.

India cried out when he pinched and tugged on her nipples. “Oh, Jesus,” she muttered, digging her nails into Rafe’s skin.

The urge to touch Rafe and give the pleasure she’d received from him and was still receiving from Grant drove her to undo Rafe’s pants and yank them down. He helped her with his boxers and revealed a long thick cock.

Her eyes widened at the sheer length and girth. It was as big as Grant’s felt, pressed against her rear. “Do you like what you see?” Rafe’s voice sounded breathy, as though he were struggling to get the words out.