Page 60 of Three Hearts Hideaway

He pulled out, leaving her empty and raw, and stood over her. The tattoos snaking around his neck, biceps, and arms looked delicious in the warm glow of the lamplight. He was a picture of power and need. She saw it in his eyes. The hunger. The thirst. The want.

Roman stroked his cock, raking his eyes down her naked form. “I want your ass.”

She caught herself licking her lips and hummed her approval. “It’s yours.”

“I’ve already had it,” Logan chimed in, climbing on the bed beside her, lying on his back. “You’re gonna fucking love it, Banks.”

“I have no doubts about that,” Roman quipped.

“Get on top of me, Ava.” Logan’s simple demand made her cunt clench.

She needed to fill it with something, and the idea of it being Logan had her leaking down her thighs.

She climbed onto him and gripped his cock, ready to lower herself, when Logan reached out and stopped her.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He drew her close to him, so her tits were pressed against his chest and her cheek rested on his shoulder. He gently tugged the elastic out of her hair, releasing her curls. “Ass up.”

The bed sunk behind her as Roman positioned himself. The cap to a bottle of lube clicked open, and the squirt sounded obscene in the dim light. His finger rubbed against her tight hole, massaging, drawing slow circles around it.

Suddenly, Roman’s finger penetrated her ass, and she gasped loudly, pressing into him. She arched her back, raising her hips to give him better access. He slipped in and out easily, prepping her for what was coming.

“Was Logan your first here?” Roman asked, working his finger inside her.

“Yes,” she moaned, loving the feel of him playing with this forbidden part of her.

“Did you like it?”

“So much.”

“She fucking loved it,” Logan said, stroking her hair. “My filthy girl came so hard she soaked my bed.”

A second finger pressed into her, slippery with lube, and she hissed at the intrusion, grazing her teeth over Logan’s collarbone.

“You can bite if you need to,” Logan purred in her ear. “Don’t be shy, Ava.”

“Oh my God, Roman. I need you. Now. Please fuck me, please,” she pleaded, longing for more.

He chuckled. “It’s nice to hear you beg for once, love. You’re almost ready.”

A third finger joined the others, and she sank her teeth into Logan’s shoulder.

He grunted in her ear and grabbed her hips. “That’s it, sweetheart. Be rough with me.”

Roman was torturing her in the most excruciating and luxurious way while Logan’s whispers in her ear drove her out of her mind.

“Please, Roman. Please.” A sob escaped her throat. “Please fuck me. I need more.”

Logan gripped her chin and brought her face to his, kissing her so deeply she saw fireworks behind her eyelids. Roman’s cock notched at her asshole, and she didn’t give him time to waste. She pushed against him, desperate for the feel of him inside her.

His cock slipped inside and she exhaled, forcing herself to relax. Like she did with her toys at home. Like she did with Logan. Nothing compared to this feeling. So strange, so wrong. The vulgar nature of it made her wet. His piercing was a brand new sensation, and she welcomed the feel of the metal bar inside her, relishing the friction it gave.

A low rumble built in Roman’s throat. “Shit, Logan. You were right. I do fucking love it. Her ass was made to take our cocks.”

“You’re goddamn right. Now fuck our girl,” Logan ordered.

Roman pumped in and out, and in again. Filling her. Using her. The intrusion of his cock in her most profane place was everything she wanted.

Logan’s fingers found her clit, and he played with her exactly how she liked it. Fast and firm. Gliding side to side inside her slit.

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