Page 98 of Beloved Sacrifice

Marek braced himself on his hands rather than his elbows, leaving his impressive chest bare. For her viewing pleasure.

Then he adjusted his knees, and his cock slid into her. Rose reached up to grab Marek’s shoulder with one hand, and the other tangled in Weston’s hair as he lay beside her. She arched her hips, taking him in another half inch. It felt good. It felt right.

Rose watched Marek from beneath her lashes. Spots of color marked his lower cheeks and neck as he started to thrust. She could feel Weston’s cock jumping and jerking in reaction to the sight of Marek’s cock disappearing into her pussy.

This was good. No, it was better than good. This was something she’d never really had before—a mix of gang-bang kink and tenderness.

Marek pumped for a few minutes then stopped. “I’m not sure how much longer I can hold off.” His voice was rougher than she’d ever heard it. As if this was his evil twin. She liked his evil twin.

She wanted this evil twin to keep fucking her.

But as hot as it was to have them taking turns, she wanted to have them both.

“Stop,” she said.

Marek immediately stopped. And that was the hottest thing that had happened so far.

“I want it to be all of us, together.”

“How?” Marek asked.

She applied gentle pressure to his shoulder and he slid out of her body, standing beside the bed. Rose rolled to the side, then gestured to the middle. “Wes, you lie there. On your back.”

Weston scooted over and lay on his back, blue eye tracking her movements. Rose knelt astride him. She ran her hands down his chest to his cock, holding it as she inched up into position. He raised his hands to her breasts, then hesitated.

“Play with my nipples,” she demanded. “I want you to pinch and twist and pull.”

With his cock in her hand, she could feel exactly what effect her words had on him. His hands closed over her breasts, first kneading them, then sliding his fingers to her nipples, twisting and pinching. Rose arched her back in pleasure and sank down on his cock.

When her ass hit his thighs, she stopped, wiggling a little, just for fun. Then she looked over at Marek.

“Have you had anal sex before?” she asked.

He might have blushed. “Uh, yes, but we don’t have any lube or a plug for preparation.”

“Stop being such a Boy Scout and get over here and fuck my ass.”

“Language,” he said reflexively.

Between her legs, Weston vibrated with laughter.

“Fucking is the right word for what I want you to do to me,” Rose purred. “You’re going to fuck my ass, and that’s going to make me move enough that I’ll be sliding on Weston’s cock.”

Marek disappeared into the bathroom.

Rose’s heart fell. “That was too much. Normal women don’t talk like that.”

Weston’s hands flattened and he palmed her breasts in an oddly comforting gesture. “Men only wished normal women talked like that. He—”

Marek returned, one palm rubbing the head of his cock, a dab of white on the tips of two fingers on his other hand.

“I got some lotion. It’s lemon-balm scented.”

Rose smiled in relief. “I thought you were giving up on us.”

“Never.” There was a lot of emotion in that one word. “But I won’t risk hurting you.”

“It really would be okay. I’ve had anal sex without prep or lube before.”