Page 66 of Eternally Devoted

I lick my lips, embarrassed to admit that no man has ever made love to me in my thirty-two years. I lost my hymen years ago because sex toys have helped me keep my partial sanity. But in the flesh with another? Never.

I shake my head. “I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner. I was afraid?—”

Beneath me, Sterling’s hips thrust upward, and from behind, in unison, Dash’s do the same.

“Sweetheart,” Sterling breathes. “How could you have made it through this world all these years without a man making it inside you, hmm? You’re perfect.”

My chest heats and my nipples grow plucky at his praise. IknowI am not the perfect woman. You know, the murder and all. But the fact that they think I’m perfect is everything I need to keep riding.

Rolling my hips, I hold Dash’s head against mine and cling to Sterl’s chest, grinding and riding. “Please. Both of you, come deep. I’ve waited so long to be a full, dripping mess. I’ve waited so long,” I breathe, my body almost erupting at just the thought of being filled up bythem.

My best friends. My partners in crime.

And now? My lovers.

“Baby,” Dash groans, the slide of his hard length against Sterling’s deep in my cunt making my stomach clench. They’re so thick and long, I can’t believe they’re both inside of me, pumping and leaking. It is a blissful, dizzying reality.

“Fill me up,” I moan, a hungry plea in my voice. “Please, please, please, fill me full, fill me deep, I need both of you to fuck me. Please,” I whimper, my begging growing needy andfrantic. The pulsing in my groin is undeniable, and the need to have them come deep in my womb is overwhelming. “Please, please, please.” I shudder as the first feral groan tears through the space, filling the room with a desperate echo.

“I’m gonna come for you, Juni,” Dash groans, his thrusts growing sloppy and frantic. “Fuck, Sterl, your cock is fucking thick, it feels so goddamn good against mine, inside our girl.”

Our girl.The teenager inside me, the one who longed for love, squeals. I’ve pined. I’ve drawn their names in cursive inside hearts on jam recipes. I’ve held their hands while secretly doing Kegels to ease the hunger. I’ve loved them as friends when all I’ve wanted was more. And now they’re inside me, erupting, giving me the most intimate part of themselves, while calling me theirs.

“I’m gonna come,” I moan, the moment too big, too important, and I’m too in love, too horny, too needy to hold back. “Dash,” I moan, “Sterl,” I whimper.

A shot of heat tears through my hips as Dash’s movements stutter to a halt. The pulsing inside me is his cock, I realize, by the way he grunts and curses that he’s the one coming. Another and another, he twitches and throbs as he empties himself deep inside me, all the while Sterl still slowly thrusts against him.

“Fucking hell,” Sterl grunts, closing his eyes a moment. But if he’s searching for composure, he doesn’t find it. A moment later and his teeth are bared, his eyes open, voice raw. “I feel his cum inside you, sweetheart. Feels so good, too good. Need to come,” he draws out, rough and raspy.

“Come, I wanna feel you,” I tell him as my pussy milks them. My orgasm crests and my mind goes dark, then Sterling slows. He stops. He swells.

“Fuuuuck.” His release tears through my womb as his roar devours the room. “Take it, baby,” he grits out, thrusting his hips up, his cockhead nudging my sweet spot, making me buckleat the waist. I topple against his chest as a second orgasm hits, causing me to cry and moan against his furry chest. Dash’s hands work my back as he slowly pumps in and out against Sterling’s still throbbing cock.

When I’ve caught my breath, I manage to open my eyes, blinking at the linen curtain swaying against the window overlooking my yard. It’s a beautiful afternoon and despite the chaos recently, today has been utterly perfect.

Dash and Sterl both give my bottom a swat, and Sterling’s fingers curl into my underside gently. “Up, sweetheart.”

A tired moan slips out of me, sounding more like a whimpered complaint than anything. “I’m so comfy.”

“We gotta clean you up,” Sterl says, carefully shifting to lower me to the mattress as he slides off the bed, getting to his feet.

Dash appears between my legs, a grin on his face, dark hair sticking up everywhere, his forehead damp. “I’m gonna clean you up, but it’s gonna be cold,” he gently warns.

I nod and suck in a sharp breath as the damp, cold terry is pressed against my used, aching pussy. As the high of orgasm wanes, fatigue sets in. Something else, too.

I peer down at Dash, then over at Sterling who is gathering clothes for me from my dresser. He brings back leggings, a pair of panties and a crop t-shirt, the one I always make jam in. Positioning himself behind me, he slips the shirt over my head, careful as he pulls my hair from the pinched neckline, draping it over my shoulder. After passing Dash my panties and leggings, Sterling talks softly into my ear as his best friend dresses my lower half.

“Juniper, your first time shouldn’t?—”

Sitting up, I twist in his arms, causing Dash to halt, his hands working my leggings up around my calf. “Shouldn’t have been with two guys?”

Sterling nods once. “That was too much for your first time. I’m afraid we hurt you. I’m afraid it was too much.”

“I wanted it to hurt. I wanted it to be too much. Because that’s how it’s gonna be forever, so I need to get used to it. And it felt good. Even though it hurt for a second, it felt so good. It was the best thing I’ve ever felt. The best thing I’ve ever experienced. So don’t lessen the moment. Iwantedyou both to be my first.”

“The woman knows what she wants, baby,” Dash says, passing Sterl a smile and a wink. I love how their affection blooms each moment, growing bigger, more visible, stronger. I know it’s new for them, but I’m honored to watch them grow and flourish in their new dynamic.Ournew dynamic.

After Dash gets my pants on, they take turns using the restroom, but both come back to my bed naked.

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