Page 80 of Day Shift

Lucian’s eyes never left mine. “You’re incredible, Angel. So fucking tight. I feel Conan through your wall.”

As Conan pushed further inside me, my heart hammered in excitement. Being filled in both holes was intoxicating, unlike anything I’d ever dreamed. My body shuddered, a moan escaping my lips as the decadence built to an unbearable peak.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Conan groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

My breathing started coming in short, panicky gasps, and Lucian responded by kissing me hard. Desperate for a distraction from the overwhelming burning and stretching, but not wanting to give up or break this moment, I entwined my fingers in Lucian’s hair and pulled him closer to me. His kiss was unrelenting as his tongue explored my mouth. What Lucian and Conan were doing was mind-blowing. Every nerve in my body was lit up.

“Just let go, Angel, and embrace the stretch,” Lucian whispered against my lips. “We’ve got you.”

And with that, I surrendered completely, giving myself to the two men who held me transfixed.

As Lucian took my mouth, I forced myself to fully relax. I let my mind drift to how good it had felt when the bullet entered me. Conan praised, “Now that’s my good girl.” Then he pulled out partway, added more lube, and finally pushed inside me, all the way to the hilt. A whimper escaped me, followed by a whining sound I didn’t recognize.

My head fell back against Conan’s chest, and I gasped for breath. “Oh my God, this is…this is so much.”

Lucian started to pump in and out of me while Conan held still.

“I’m going to stay still while you adjust to my size,” Conan whispered, keeping his hands steady on my hips. “Focus on Lucian’s dick rocking in and out of you, sweet girl.”

The fullness from both of them was intense, almost overpowering. Lucian’s thrusts were steady, his eyes never leaving mine. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through me, making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

Lucian groaned, his fingers digging into my thighs as he increased his pace slightly.

“That’s it,” Conan whispered, once again sliding a hand between me and Lucian and swirling his finger over my clit. “You’re taking us so well.”

I tried to focus on Lucian’s rhythm, letting his movements guide me.

Lucian’s thrusts grew more urgent. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

“Let go, Angel. We’ve got you,” Conan grunted.

Their combined efforts drove me toward my climax. My body tensed, a moan escaping my lips as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. Lucian’s thrusts grew erratic as he chased his own release.

“Come for us, Angel,” Conan urged, his fingers working my clit with expert precision as his hips began to rock and his shaft pumped within me.

The coiled electricity in my belly spread through my body, and my cries echoed off the shower walls. Conan, sensing how close I was, matched his rhythm to Lucian’s, both of them thrusting in and out of me feverishly.

Conan growled and bit down on my shoulder.

Lucian groaned. “Man, I’ve never experienced anything this good before. Her tight heat is so fucking delicious, and I can feel your dick stroking against mine.”

The burning fullness was too much. Tears ran down my cheeks, but I refused to tell them to stop. The exquisite pain blended with my longing to please them, making it impossible to deny them—or myself.

Suddenly, my orgasm crashed over me, and stars flashed behind my lids as my inner muscles clenched and my thighs squeezed, setting off both Conan’s and Lucian’s releases. The force of their orgasms made me worry they might tear me apart or drop me, but they held me securely, pounding into me in perfect sync as we rode out our climaxes together.

And then all was quiet. We stood there, breathing raggedly, while the water sprayed down onto our spent bodies. Conan rested his forehead on my back while Lucian pressed his forehead against mine. Bit by bit, our breathing returned to normal. Conan pulled out first, and then Lucian withdrew, still holding me in his hands. A sudden sadness hit me at the loss of the physical connection to them. I wrapped my arms around Lucian’s neck, burying my face in his neck.

He sat down on the bench, keeping me in his lap. Together, the guys carefully and gently began to wash every crook and crevice of my body. Lost in the euphoria, I remained quiet and smiled softly as I watched them tenderly take care of me.

Conan turned off the shower and handed Lucian a towel while grabbing another for himself. Together, they took their time drying me, their hands moving over my skin with loving care. Once they were done, they dried themselves off quickly.

Conan scooped me up in his strong arms and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently and stamping a kiss on my forehead. I didn’t even care about my damp hair. Lucian slid in on one side, and Conan joined us on the other.

“How are you feeling, my sweet Angel?” Conan asked, pulling my back against his chest and draping his arm around my waist.

“I don’t really have words for it. But good…very good,” I whispered, snuggling deeper into him.

Lucian chuckled softly as he turned to face me, brushing a strand of hair from my forehead. “Guess we did our job right then.”

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