Page 61 of Three Hearts Hideaway

“Yes, Ava, yes. Your ass is so fucking tight around my cock.” Roman’s voice was thick and raw with lust.

Her orgasm crashed into her unexpectedly, and her cum flooded Logan’s lap and hand, soaking the skin between them. Two sensations fought for dominance—agony and toe-curling ecstasy. She cried out into Logan’s shoulder, biting down hard enough to break his skin.

“Fuck, yes, dirty girl,” he growled. “Hurt me.”

Roman slowed his thrusts as she caught her breath, sweat clinging to her body, hair mussed and in her face.

Logan swept a curl out of her eyes and gripped the nape of her neck. “I’m going to join him now.”

All she could do was nod.

Roman held still while Logan’s hand shifted from her clit to his cock, guiding it into her pussy with care. There was little resistance, considering how soaked she was. A sense of incredible fullness astounded her. Never in her life had she been so full.

“I can feel him inside you, Ava,” Roman whispered as he kissed the back of her shoulder. “It’s so tight.”

Logan grunted his agreement. “I don’t hate it.”

“Admit it. You love it,” Roman ribbed.

“I’m cock deep in Ava’s pussy. I’d like her to fuck us now.”

She loved how they could both be buried to the hilt in her and still chirp at each other like they always did. She couldn’t help but grin. Lifting her head to look at Logan, she said, “I’m not doing anything until you tell Roman.”

He raised his eyebrow at her, but she returned his disbelief with a challenging stare of her own.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “It feels fucking fantastic. Happy?”

She nipped at his lip, enjoying having him at her mercy. “Almost. Tell Roman, not me.”

Logan titled his head so he could see Roman. “It’s so fucking good.” He bucked his hips into her, and she groaned at the same time as Roman. “I want to fuck you both like this every night.” He bucked against them again.

A yelp escaped her lips, and Roman wrapped his arms around her, clasping onto her tits and groaning into her hair.

“You think you can order me around? I’m the one in control here. Don’t forget that.” Logan jerked his hips into them one more time.

Her eyes rolled into the back of her head while Roman uttered a curse under his breath. “Now fuck us, my pretty little slut. Work us until you scream.”

Ava rocked herself gently against them, adjusting to the two cocks inside her, slowly increasing her pace. Nothing had ever been this good. Spent and covered in sweat, pressed between her two men, she rejoiced in the moment’s freedom. No one to tell her it was wrong. No one to shame her desires.

The three of them were joined in a pumping mass of passion and lust and devotion, crying out to each other in their ecstasy. Roman’s power and Logan’s control surrounded her. Sharing her as she shared them. Another orgasm was out of the question for her, but she didn’t care. All she wanted right now was for her two men to finish inside her, to claim her as their own.

Roman was beginning to tremble behind her, and Logan’s breathing was harsh and fast. They were close.

“Logan. Roman. Come for me,” she cried.

Her breasts, her hips, her hair—hands grasped her, and she lost track of who was who. Roman roared out his release like the bear of a man he was. Logan hissed through his teeth, uttering a string of vulgarities in her ear.

They collapsed in a heap of heads, and hands, and hearts. Bodies intertwined and clutching each other, like they couldn’t let go if they tried.

Her chest heaved with exertion. Sweat beaded in Roman’s chest hair. Logan’s shoulder was red and raw with her bites.

“Can we stay like this for a while?” she asked, her voice small as she relaxed between them.

Roman rubbed her hip. “Whatever you need, love.”

“We’re here for you, sweetheart,” Logan echoed.

ROMAN

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