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Zack moved his finger all the way in. Once in, he slowly added the second finger. She moved away from him and he held her stomach. “I promise we’ll make it feel good, my Firebird.”

Sandy shook her head but stopped moving and closed her eyes. He gently scissored his fingers. He added more lube and leaned back down to suck on her clit. He kept a rhythm, moving his fingers in and out, sucking on her nub, and lapping at her pussy. Sandy relaxed into him and started pushing back on his fingers. He added a third and nipped her clit as Jake bit her nipple.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

Sandy came and he drank her in. Zack reached for the lube, lathered his cock, and carefully slid his dick into her tight arse. He closed his eyes as the tight muscles squeezed around him.

Zack was barely conscious of Jake moving down her body.

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The euphoric feeling was replaced with a burning, stretching sensation. She felt Zack moving into her arse. “Please, no more. You’re too big.”

Zack grunted and slid out only to lie down and move her on top of him before guiding himself back in. This time she cried out as Jake sucked on her clit, giving long strong pulls as Zack eased himself in.

The burning sensation sent tingles up her spine and built higher when Zack moved and Jake placed a long thick finger in her pussy.

“God, I need… Oh, it burns. I… Oh.”

Jake added another finger as his hands trailed up and down her stomach. All the while she chanted, “Please, please, please.”

Zack moved faster. The pleasure and pain that washed over her drove her mad. She gripped Jake’s hair and begged, “Please, I need to…”

Sandy moved her hands down to help herself, but Jake grabbed them. “Uh-uh, you are not to touch.” Jake gripped her hand which left her pussy free.

Desperate for release, she ground against Zack. Jake slowly moved up her body and hovered over her, his dick at her pussy. “Whose are you?”

She glared at Jake as she tried to rub against his cock to get it where she wanted it. He grinned and pushed into her, giving her what she wanted, only to pull out when she was ready to explode.

“No,” she yelled in frustration as the burning, tingling sensation that filled her was ready to overflow. Sandy didn’t think she could take anymore.

Jake tilted her head up, and she rested it back on Zack’s shoulder.

“Who do you belong to, Little Red? “

Sandy shook her head in frustration. She wasn’t anyone’s property.

They both growled and Zack started to slip out. Jake repeated, “Whose are you, Sandy?”

Oh, she hurt so bad, she would do anything to have her release. She snarled, “Please. I’m, I’m....”

He slid back in. “Whose?”

Fuck, they weren’t going to let her come unless she gave in. Giving in she cried out, “I belong to Zack and Jake. I’m Jake’s and Zack’s.” Those were the winning words as they both slammed home. “Yes, fuck yes!”

Jake held her and looked into her eyes. “You’re ours. We’re never letting you go. No one can make love to you like we do.”

Sandy nodded, too far gone. For what felt like hours, Zack and Jake kept steady rhythm. She reached for the peak she could feel at boiling point ready to blow. Zack thrust deep and a shiver of pain and pleasure shot through her, sending her into the most intense orgasm of her life. Jake and Zack bit her shoulder like the first time they were together, only this time, they both came with her. She felt warmth flood her as she reached her euphoric state.

Sated and sticky, she could barely move. She fought to keep herself awake so she could shower. Sandy winced when Zack kissed her shoulder and slid out. Jake moved them to the side, snuggling her to him. She felt him slip out, and sighed. She told herself she was going to have a talk with her men as they hadn’t used condoms. She berated herself that she hadn’t gone and seen the doctor herself to get the pill. Closing her eyes, she promised herself she would make an appointment on Monday.

Chapter Seven

Groaning, Sandy snuggled into hard muscular bodies, feeling tender but relaxed and reluctant to wake. Zack’s hands were on her waist, his index finger drawing circles. Slowly cracking an eye open, she looked up at Jake’s face and noticed the strained lines around his eyes and mouth like he was having a bad dream.

She heard a muffled ring tone of The Doors’ “Light My Fire.” It rang until it rang out and then it started ringing again. Groaning, she got out of bed after carefully detangling herself from her men. Searching in Zack’s jeans, she pulled out the phone and answered in a whisper, “Hello, Zack’s phone.”

“Ah, good, he got himself a secretary who can actually answer a phone,” a woman said on the other end.

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