Page 42 of Last Breath

Lifting off of Salem, I pluck my own cock from Joy’s mouth.

“Malachi,” she groans.

I turn to Salem, hoping that he’s in control. I need his reply. “Have the rules changed?” He knows what I’m asking.

Nodding his head, he blinks his eyes. “Yes, love. She’s ours. Yours and mine. Tonight we share her. Right, Joy?” He smiles, and I know that this means he’s allowing me fuck her again.

“I promise you’ll be happy, Joy.” Picking up the toys, the glass cock and the white vibrator, I lube them both.

Turning Joy, rolling her over onto her stomach, I find she’s still toying with her clit. Stopping her hand, I tsk her. “No more until we’re ready, darlin’.”

Leaving a little lube on her ass, smoothing it over her whole sex, I switch on the vibrator. “Ready?”

“Please, Mal,” she pleads.

Inserting the vibrator into her awaiting sex, she shudders. Teasing her remaining entrance, I prepare her for my length. Looking to Salem, wordlessly making sure he’s ready, I see him insert the glass toy in his own with an anticipatory groan. Palming him, lubing his hard cock for him, his length grows harder.

Pushing through her tight anal muscles until I’m fully in, I wait for Salem. As he joins us, feeling my own body accept him and taking all of what he offers, he grips me by the waist. Holding Joy, the two of us start to move. The rocking motion of us engaging each other, the sound of skin slapping, the pressure as it builds in us each, we accept the tightness as our bodies collide.

“I’m so close, Mal,” Salem growls out.

“I’m almost there, Sal. Almost there. Joy?”

Unable to answer, her tight ass gives me the reply I require as it contracts. As the pressure builds within me, his cock filling me so tightly and mine filling hers, we chase our high. Pushing deeper, pulling her back by the hair, Joy screams out her release. Moments later, Salem and I follow.

As each of us disengage, the three of us lay out in insatiable bliss.

That first time Salem and I engaged in each other’s pleasure, we were teenagers, unsure of our wants. We found comfort in each other’s arms, losing dark memories of Tress bit by bit until all that was left was love. I love him. My whole heart belongs to Salem, it has for years. Now? Now there’s a small part that has chipped away to be owned by a beautiful redhead named Joy. Soon, another portion will be owned by a child. It will be loved by a family that cares deeply for it, that will take it as it is and give it everything they can.

Curling up with each other, taking in the heat and love, we watch the sun lower over the dusty landscape, our fate entwined. Our lives are no longer our own. We’ll never live in solitude as long as we have one another.

Chapter 21

Joy

With Malachi behind me and Salem in front of me, I stare into the depths of his soul. Salem doesn’t have one with ranging values. No. His soul is one color, one tint, and only one range—dangerously sinister.

Playing with his hair as Mal runs his hands along my waist, Salem is back to his usual self. No longer that playfulcelebratoryman, he’s the psychopathic entity I know him to be. His mind is off on its own tangent thinking of bloodshed, mayhem, destruction and gore. To bathe himself in it, Salem would find pleasure as if it were a tub full of sweet smelling salts.

With the sun setting, the halo of it bounds off his green eyes. How such beauty hides such evil? I guess the same can be said of me. I enjoy death now, it’s as natural as grocery shopping.

“Are we going to stay out here tonight?” I ask. I know that the desert can get quite cold, and that even with their immense body heat I’ll need more blankets.

Malachi’s rumbling voice strokes the hairs on my neck. “No, we’ll go back to the road and find a vacant place to stay.” Feeling the chill on my skin, I move to rise.

Mal tucks me in closer. “Can’t we lay here a little while longer?”

“I’m getting cold, Mal.” Which causes Salem to turn and tuck his body in. On cue, without direction, Mal pulls his arms around us both, cradling us as tightly as he can.

“Is that better?” Salem groans. I’m sure Malachi is palming his cock again.

As Mal’s dick pokes my back, I have the feeling my body won’t be cold much longer. Rocking against me, my need rises again. Reaching around to Salem, I move Malachi’s hand away to add my own. Stroking him, feeling him engorge once more, I lift my leg across his hip. Thanking whoever gave these men the driving need they have, I accept Mal’s hands between my folds once more. The sensitivity has worn off, replacing it with a need to be filled. Not with a vibrator this time, I want Malachi and Salem if they’d let me. Salem had been the only one inside my pussy until that afternoon drive. Now, I want them both. Hoping they will, I ask.

“I need you. I want you both.”

“Salem and I?” Malachi questions, as I answer yes.

Salem turns over to his back and as I rise above him, seating myself on his length. Rising onto his knees behind me, I bend at the waist to give Malachi as much access as possible.

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