Page 39 of Wicked Heiress

Rhys held my left hand on the mattress while Cole grabbed the other, inching into me slowly. My eyes snapped shut at the sudden pinch as he broke through my inner walls.

His thumb brushed my cheek. “You okay, Grace?”

I opened my eyes, breathing through my nose, and nodded.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed my lips, moving his hips in a rhythmic motion. “You’re going to be sore.”

While it was hard to see in the dark, I could feel him watching me.

“You’re so perfect.” He kissed me again. “Beautiful.”

Rhys continued running his long fingers up and down my leg, keeping his mouth shut. For once, he didn’t call Cole a pussy or say anything stupid to piss him off. It felt like I had lost my virginity to both of them.

Cole was my first crush.

Rhys was my first kiss.

They meant a lot to me.

So it was only fair they both got to be here, making me feel good on one of the most important days of my life.

Cole kissed me, but he wasn’t as sweet as before. Our tongues still did that familiar dance, but there was even more passion this time. It felt like he was in pain… or as if he was saying goodbye.

I wasn’t sure when we would be in the same town again. This summer was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I wasn’t wasting a second.

Even with Cole being gentle, it hurt each time he moved in and out. But eventually, I adapted to his size, and it started to feel good. I enjoyed the ripple of pleasure that spread down my arms.

Rhys curled my fingers around his shaft and helped me jerk his big dick while Cole fucked me. They worked so well together you would have thought they were friends instead of rivals.

Cole picked up the pace and hooked my leg around his back after my body completely relaxed. He slid deeper and deeper, his tongue tracing the length of my earlobe. Drunk on the pain and intense pleasure, I unraveled beneath Cole, losing myself to not one but two men. My orgasm took control of my body, creating an inferno inside me.

Rhys was close.

So was Cole.

I could feel Rhys on the verge of coming, and with each pulse of Cole’s cock inside me, I knew it wouldn’t be long.

Rhys’s cum coated my fingers as Cole came inside me, his thighs trembling for a solid minute afterward.

Rhys rubbed my lips with his thumb. “You’re such a good girl.”

“No, she’s a little brat.” Cole massaged my breast, rolling his thumb over the sore bud as he pulled out of me. “You always get what you want, don’t you?”

I nodded, a smile on my lips. “I’m going to have to be bratty more often because that was amazing.”

I could have died at that moment and gone out with a bang.

“How do you feel?”

I kissed Cole’s lips. “Sore. But it felt good.”

He dipped his hand between my thighs and massaged my clit. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I whispered before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth.

Once our lips separated, Cole hopped off the bed and entered the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a warm washcloth and dabbed it between my thighs, cleaning me up. No one took care of me like Cole. When he said he would die for me, kill for me, he meant every word.

Cole got a little possessive and curled my body into his. He tucked my head beneath his chin, holding me against his chest, and whispered, “I hope you remember this night forever, Grace. I know I will.”

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