Page 107 of Winter's End

“Fuck, baby, I love how wet you get for me. I’m not going to play with you right now. I need your pussy for a deep, hot, and dirty fuck. Can you handle that?”

“Mhmmm.” My whimper was barely above a whisper, but I could feel my best friend’s smile against my skin.

“Good girl.”

He removed his hand and tugged my shorts down to my knees. He shifted his weight on the bed, slowly and carefully slid his own boxers down, and I soon felt the velvet head of his cock notched at my entrance from behind.

Quick was big, but I was gushing; his controlled movements slowly eased his length into me, and I basked in the feeling of being stuffed full.

For a moment, we just lay there, a lock and key finally put in their rightful places.

Without pulling out, he rocked into me; my walls clenched around him in pleasure. I closed my eyes, losing myself to the sensation of his subtle thrusts. Travis’ arm still loosely draped around my chest as I swallowed each pant and gasp Quick’s touch was pulling out of me. My arousal coated his cock and dripped between my thighs as he worked me toward a delicious release.

My eyes flew open when fingers circled my clit. I stared into the kiwi-green irises of my half-lidded boyfriend, whose colorful forearm had settled over my pelvis, his thumb moving in slow, tortuous movements.

“So, this is what happens when I take a nap, huh, beautiful? You let another man fuck you without me?”

His sexy, playful half-asleep smirk as he watched me from beneath dark lashes set my insides on fire, and my walls clenched again.

“Oh, she likes that, Trav. She’s holding me in a vise grip right now.”

Quick let out a pained groan and adjusted his position, pulling out to thrust harder into me now that Travis was awake. His movements pressed me against Travis’ body, and there was no hiding the hard tent in his pants.

“How do I join in, beautiful? Do I get a taste of your sweet pussy, too?”

Cue gushing and clenching. This unexpected wake up was going far better than a cool shower and a popsicle.

“Fuck, if she keeps responding that way, I’m going to come way too soon.”

Quick thrust deeper and his labored breaths filled the room while I wriggled and moaned against him. Travis didn’t take his eyes off me and strummed my clit like a symphony orchestra.

That was all it took. Their ministrations threw me off the cliff so fast, I was floating and weightless as I came back down to the earth below.

“Fuck, that was gorgeous, beautiful. I love watching Shane make you scream.” Travis bit the shell of his lip ring, his eyes full of ravenous need; I felt the desperate pull to satiate his hunger.

My best friend abruptly pulled out of me and I mourned the loss. Travis shared a look with him over my shoulder. Then he gripped my hips and hauled my lower half toward him. He shoved down his pants and wasted no time thrusting hard into my eager, dripping cunt.

“Yes!” I cried out. He pulled my leg up over his hip to hit a deeper angle, his Prince Albert rubbing deliciously all along my walls to enhance my pleasure.

I gripped his shoulders and held on for dear life while he pounded into me like a voracious animal. His grunts and growls were nearly rabid as he worked me toward another toe-curling orgasm. My ass cheeks ground against Shane’s still hard shaft as he held me steady for Travis’ plundering of my pussy.

I writhed and squirmed and the familiar warmth in my lower belly grew into an atomic inferno. I was just about to detonate—then Travis stopped his thrusts altogether, his cock perfectly positioned, but doing nothing about it.

“What the–” My irritated growl halted in my throat when the cool glide of lube dripped onto my tight hole.

“Wanna be the filling in our sandwich, Snow?” Quick asked lazily as he massaged two fingers into my ass. “We’re going to fuck you so thoroughly; we’ll have to carry you downstairs.”

He didn’t give me any time for a comeback. He notched himself at my other entrance from behind, then pushed his cock past the tight ring of muscle until he was fully seated inside me.

“Fuck, that feels good.” Travis buried his face in my hair as I adjusted to the most complete feeling of fullness. “Jesus, you’re so tight.”

“A fast and dirty fuck, Snow,” Quick reminded me, then he pulled out, only to fill me once again. “Just remember to scream both names, or our feelings might get hurt.”

Travis snorted and started moving inside me again; the two men thrust into me with an almost practiced rhythm, and the roiling ball of pleasure started expanding once more.

Their thrusts got harder, faster, more urgent as our grunts and groans and whimpers and whispered fucks became frantic. They controlled my body; used me for their own release. I was a vessel for their pleasure, and I was here for it.

I came first—the blissful high blacked my vision and muted all sounds as every muscle in my body contracted and turned to jelly in their arms.

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