Page 152 of Unwrapping Deviance

“Fuck!” Mira groans, her body betraying her. “If I die, I’m coming back as a ghost to fuck both of you in the ass with my cold, dead fingers.”

“Talk dirty later, brat. Cum on my dick like uncle’s good little whore.”

Her eyes squeeze shut tight as the first wave hits her. Her pussy and ass seize with possessive relish. A sound escapes that is both pure ecstasy and agony. Her thighs quiver around my ribs as she drives back her hips, impaling herself on us again and again.

“That’s it,” Christian groans. “Come on, baby.”

Mira heaves a guttural wail and tumbles over the edge with an incoherent tirade of,“Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me!”That Christian and I oblige with eager determination. We pound into her spasming channels and are drenched in a thick, hot explosion of release. Mira’s screams dull with the roar of my own climax peaking.

Her pussy is still gushing and convulsing when I open my eyes. Christian is still pounding her ass and rubbing her clit, dragging out every last violent tremor until she’s shaking so hard my teeth rattle. It’s only when she begs him to stop that he grabs her hips with both hands and seeks his own release deep in her cavity.

No one speaks for a long time.

Mira is a wheezing, sticky mess draped across my chest. I don’t know if she’s awake, but her body hasn’t stopped shuddering. Christian’s sitting next to her, gently stroking her back while I comb my fingers through her damp locks.

“Sweetheart?” he murmurs quietly.

“Hm?” Mira grunts against my chest.

“You were right,” he says with a deep exhale. “You did explode.”

Mira burst out laughing the same time I do. None of us can stop for several minutes.

“Asshole,” she says, still chuckling, but with the heavy weight of approaching sleep hanging off the edges.

Christian leans in and kisses her temple. “Don’t fall asleep.”

“Not doing anymore,” she grumbles. “Put your dick away.”

I don’t think either of us are ready to go again, but the drowsy slur of Mira’s warning has me chuckling.

Christian tries to tell her we need to look her over, but she’s already half gone. He hooks his arms under her and I help him hoist her up into a limp sitting position that earns us both death glares. But between the two of us, we haul her into the shower. Christian holds her against his chest while I shampoo her hair and rinse her body of sweat, cum, and lube. I take her from him once we’re done and he towels her off. She’s fast asleep against my chest while Christian strips the ruined sheets off the bed, cleans up what looks like a wild party off the nightstand and forces a fresh bottle of water down Mira’s throat.

The sun is coming up by the time I get Mira under the covers and Christian check’s the rope marks on her wrists.

“Don’t leave me,” she slurs into the pillow when we both pull back to let her rest.

Christian and I don’t say a word. We get in on either side of her and cage her in our arms.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

CHRISTIAN

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I wake to absolute confinement and intrusive sunlight crashing through unclosed blinds. Satin limbs are hooked over my hip and draped possessively across my chest. The owner is wedged against my back, tits soft, face breathing gently into the place between my shoulder blades.

Mira.

My body instinctively turns to gather her up, pull her closer. I smooth back tangled strands of caramel off her slumbering face and brush a kiss to her temple.

Daniel’s arm is anchored across her middle, hands splayed under the downy curve of her breast. His face is buried into the back of her neck, but his eyes open when I face them and meet mine.

This is it,they say.We found her.

I don’t think we were ever actively looking for this. Having a woman together was a fun thing we occasionally did if it happened, but we never sought women out together. We never talked about finding one, only one, for both of us to keep forever.

A week ago, I would have had to really consider the idea, overthink the situation and immediately shut the idea down on the sole bases that there was no such woman. It wasn’t possible. Daniel and I are wildly different. How can we possibly pick one that would fit, never mind, want two men with our unique taste? The whole situation was complicated.

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