It took her a moment to find her rhythm, but she began to move in sync with them, almost as if they were performing a choreographed dance. She matched them thrust for thrust. India gripped their cocks with her lips and pussy, pulling them deeper into her orifices, eliciting sighs and moans from each man.
“Oh, hell yes,” Rafe shouted as his fingers burrowed deeper into her hair.
Grant grasped her hips, slamming his cock into her like a man possessed, so hard it almost felt like he was hitting her womb. It hurt a bit, but it was a good kind of hurt, the point between pleasure and pain. She was filled with a primitive need to be branded by him.
“So…good…so…tight.” Grant groaned the words, barely able to get them out. “You were made for my cock—for us.” He pushed harder still.
An explosion burst from her very core and spread through India, rocking her entire body. She ripped her mouth away from Rafe’s cock to scream her climax. She couldn’t stop shaking. Her pussy gushed with cream as Grant continued to plow into her. “Grant,” she moaned.
He shoved into her several more times, before pulling out. A warm spurt of liquid hit her ass. Grant shouted his release.
India turned her head to look at him. “Why did you pull out? Didn’t you want to…?” Her cheeks grew warm. Despite what she’d just done with them, India couldn’t bring herself to say the words on her mind.
Rafe didn’t give Grant a chance to answer. “It’s my turn to get some of that sweet pussy.” He hauled her into his arms, their bodies mashing together.
Rafe caught her gasp in his mouth, swallowing her cry of surprise. Her mouth on his cock, though wonderful, wasn’t enough. He needed all of her. India tasted of coconut, salt and pure heaven. Every time he kissed her it felt like the first time.
Everything about her sent his senses reeling from her beauty, passion and her insatiable hunger for them. Reluctantly he broke the kiss, unable to ignore his throbbing cock any longer. Seeing Grant pumping into her had fed his hunger for her, leaving him starving.
“Wrap your arms around me, India.”
She moved closer, straddling his thighs and rubbing her damp pussy against his cock.
Rafe’s breath caught in his throat at how good it was to have her in his arms. “That’s it, baby. Now lift your hips.”
She licked her lips, as she looked at him with passion-glazed eyes. “I want you.”
“And you’re going to have me. Every inch of me.” Grabbing his cock, he rubbed the head along her slit before slipping it into her cunt. It was just as tight as he knew it would be. Like a wet satin glove, it clenched his dick, gripping and sucking him deep. Nothing felt more right than being one with her.
India buried her face in his neck with a sigh of her obvious content.
Rafe glanced over her shoulder and saw Grant slide behind India and begin to massage her back, touching his lips to her sweat-glistened skin.
A feeling Rafe couldn’t explain moved through him as he drove into her, trying to go as deep as possible. It was a warmth, a sense of intimacy he had yet to experience with anyone else before. When he met Grant’s gaze, Rafe knew his friend was thinking the same things. Being with India like this confirmed what they’d already suspected from the beginning.
She was their woman.
It was one thing to suppose it, but a completely different matter to know with absolute certainty. He guessed he and Grant could have shared a dozen women together, but never would have come close to experiencing the euphoria coursing through his veins at this very moment.
Rafe realized their circumstances had propelled them together, making it happen much sooner than it would have were they back in civilization. However, had they met India in a different setting, they still would have ended up together.
“Rafe,” she moaned his name against his chest, her breathing hot and heavy.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. Give yourself over to me.”
She clasped his shoulder and threw her head back, resting it on Grant. India bounced up and down on his cock. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed.
Grant snaked his hands around her body to fondle her breasts and it seemed to take her to the edge.
India gripped Rafe’s cock tighter, her pussy holding on to him and refusing to let go. He had no prayer of lasting.
More than anything, Rafe wanted to come inside of her, but that wouldn’t happen until they had a frank and open discussion about where their relationship was going.
India screamed her climax, her cream oozing from her pussy in a warm gush.
When Rafe was too close to his own orgasm, he grabbed her waist and lifted her off of his dick.
Bewilderment swam within the depths of her dark brown eyes as he shot his load against her thigh. “Why did you do that?”