Page 108 of Third Wheel

The mattress sank down under Kincaid’s weight as he got into position between Zach’s spread legs, coming up behind Amy. Looking over her shoulder at Zach as she moved, he was suddenly struck by overwhelming emotion at the realization that he had everything he wanted. Right here, right now.

“I love you.” The words came out without meaning to. Words he’d said to Zach before and meant, but somehow, they felt like they meant even more now. Because they’d been through hell and back together. They’d shown each other. And now those words included Amy, too.

Amy paused in her movements, turning to look over her shoulder at him with a frown.

“Shouldn’t Zach be the one making random declarations of love?” she asked. “You aren’t even inside me yet.”

Kincaid barked out a laugh. She was such a damn brat. She squealed as Zach slapped her breast, though she thrust them out as if asking for more. Leaning forward, Kincaid kissed her shoulder, sliding his hand around her throat, the way he knew drove her wild.

“Not if I want you to know I mean it. I love you. Both of you. This is… everything. I’m not saying it because we’re about to have insanely hot sex, although we are. I’m saying it because I couldn’t hold it back.” That was the full and honest truth.

“Oh…” she said softly, as if she really hadn’t realized that he meant it. And maybe she hadn’t.

“I love you both,” Zach said. “Youaremy everything. Both of you. There were some seriously rough moments getting here, but I wouldn’t change any of it because it led to this.” He winkedat Amy. “And I’m not just saying that because I’m balls deep inside you.”

Amy threw up her hands. “Well, how am I supposed to follow that?” She shook her head. “I do love you. Both of you. And I wouldn’t change anything, either. Not even being dumped on my wedding day. You two are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I hope we have the longest rebound ever. Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”

Giving her throat a little squeeze, Kincaid lined his cock up with her ass and growled in her ear.

“Sassy brat… You might be my princess, but brace yourself… I’m about to fuck you like a dirty little slut.” He thrust forward, pushing his cock into her ass, and she cried out as she bent toward Zach, panting with breath as the two cocks slid alongside each other. She was exquisitely tight, the ring of her sphincter gripping every inch of him as it slid past, her muscles spasming against the invasion.

Then he was in, his cock nestled alongside Zach’s inside her, only a thin membrane separating them, while she sobbed and panted between them. The heat from her skin seared his groin, her channel massaging every inch of his cock. He could feel her swallow against his fingers.

His gaze met Zach’s over her shoulder, and he gave a little nod… and began to move.

Amy

Two cocks at once was too many, but she didn’t want it to stop. She was so incredibly, insanely full. Too full. It was so much more than just having a cock and a toy. So much morethan having anal sex. Part of her had really thought it wouldn’t be that different, but it was.

Two of them. Thick. Hard. Hot. Throbbing inside her.

Andmoving.

She could feel them sliding against each other as one retreated and the other thrust in, playing havoc with her senses. All the while, Kincaid’s hand around her throat kept her in place, making her body pulse with his dominance over her.

The men moved.

Beneath her.

Atop her.

All around her.

They thrust in and out of her, as though they were passing her back and forth between them, yet they were simultaneously pleasuring her.

It was too much, a sensory overload that made it feel like she couldn’t possibly orgasm. Her climax was too far away… or she’d gone too far beyond it… she didn’t know which was which or what was up and what was down. She was spiraling through the sensations, caught in the maelstrom and struggling to right herself.

“Oh, please…” she begged. “Oh, please… oh, please…”

That was all she could say, over and over again, not entirely sure what she was begging for as they used her. Their rhythm was steady, pounding, sending her soaring. She heard their groans, their guttural pants, as their own need began to rise, and the rhythm started to falter.

Felt them surging inside her. No longer completely in tandem. Sometimes alternating, sometimes thrusting in together.

She screamed their names as the ecstasy hit her, the tension breaking across her body as fireworks burst in her core. Everything felt bigger, fuller, more intense. Pure bliss wrappedher up, curling her toes, sending her reeling as she gasped for air. Hot liquid poured into her, cocks pulsing inside her, and she felt herself go limp between her two men as the world turned upside down.

My two men.

No one was the third wheel. They were a triangle, and they were meant to be shaped this way.

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