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Sammy dragged Slater and Brock to their bedroom. She’d awoken in bed alone and gone in search of Slater, only to see out the window of the upstairs lounge room two big bears attacking each other. Knowing instantly who they were she had gone out to separate them.

She still felt the pain and betrayal of what Brock had done, but in the morning light she could see that what he’d done was the right thing if it saved other people. When the boys changed back and Brock finally explained why he’d put her in the situation yesterday, she needed to know they both loved her and still wanted her. Sammy also wanted to make sure Brock knew he wasn’t inadequate. He was important and an equal in their relationship.

Letting go of them, she undid her robe and climbed onto the bed. “Come cuddle me.” She couldn’t help the huge smile spread over her face as two naked men got on the bed. Slater came to her left and Brock on her right. Turning to Brock she snuggled into him. “I’m still furious at you, and my trust will take a while to come back. Don’t stay quiet anymore. Talk to me, or if not me, talk to Slater. What you did was wrong. Breakaway precinct being there was sprung on me after I’d been there and thought I was safe. I’m telling you now, Brock, I will never go to a police barbeque ever again. That’s a promise.”

Sammy closed her eyes and leaned into Brock wrapping her arms around him and listening to his heartbeat as Slater rubbed her back.

Brock cleared his throat. “Angel, you’re my first real relationship. Before my relationships were two of us getting what we wanted and parting ways. You have changed the game for me. What I’m doing right now I’ve never done with another woman.”

Sammy closed her eyes relishing the soothing touches of her men. She liked knowing she was the only woman that Brock had lain in bed and cuddled.

“I wanted to make sure you are safe. I need you. I love waking up to you in the mornings. I love coming home to you. Even when you weren’t living with us it felt so good to know I could come and see you and you would touch and hold me. I love knowing you’re mine. Ours.”

Brock kissed her lips gently at first before his tongue slipped into her mouth. Slater’s hand came down her back and massaged her arse. She felt Slater’s hot breath on her skin, and her relaxed body came alive at the feeling of both her men. Sammy didn’t want to talk anymore. She wanted her men to make love to her.

Pulling Brock closer, she devoured his mouth and dug her blunt nails into his back as Slater bit her arse cheek and growled.

“I told you I was going to take you here. I’m dying to feel your virgin hole around me.”

Sammy felt cold lubricant slid down her crack and a finger slowly ease in and out. Brock moved his mouth from hers and kissed his way down her neck. She let go of his back and moved around to his chest. She needed something to hold onto as the strange sensations of Slater’s finger easing in and out of her arse and nothing in her pussy made her focus on it more.

Brock rubbed his cock against her clit, and his hands tweaked and caressed her breasts. Sammy needed something. Her body was awash with building pleasure. Slater added a second finger. The pain and pleasure with Brock’s mouth and hands were getting too much.

Sammy gripped Brock’s muscular arms moaning as the two fingers that had been pumping in and out of her arse eased out. She felt a strange loss as the slight pleasurable pain went. The feeling came back as more lube was put on her arse, and this time she felt the head of Slater’s cock nudging the ring of her anus.

“Relax, and push out,” Slater whispered against her ear.

Doing as she’d been told she relaxed back against Slater and tried to keep her breathing easy as he pushed farther in. The burning paining intensified, and she panted, squeezing Brock’s arms.

Brock’s fingers came down to play with her nub, and his cock rested at her empty core. At the feel of Brock’s fingers rubbing her clit she closed her eyes and concentrated on the different feelings, a stretching pleasurable pain and a delicious tingling that coursed through her body at the feel of a forbidden delight.

“Kiss me. Help me. I need … I feel…” She panted at Brock unsure of how to reach the orgasm she wanted.

“What do you want, angel?” Brock whispered against her lips.

“You. I don’t know. I need help. Please.”

“Fuck. Brock, she’s so tight. I don’t know if we’ll both fit. I’m fighting to get fully seated in her and not come.” Slater sounded like he was in agony.

Sammy pushed herself back on Slater pushing him deeper. She whimpered as he smacked her arse.

“I’m in, Brock. I’m not going to last.”

Brock groaned, and Sammy squealed as she felt Brock’s dick slowly thrust into her pussy.

“Oh my God. I feel so full. Nothing has ever felt like this.” An onslaught of wicked sensations bombarded her. It was like her senses overloaded. Sammy didn’t know what feeling to go for as they all came at her.

Sammy was done for when Slater and Brock pistoned into her, one coming out as the other slid in.

Slater moaned. “I’m sorry, beautiful. Next time we’ll last longer.”

Brock murmured against her lips as he pressed a kiss to them every now and then. “Angel, you feel soooo good. We’ll make it better next time.”

Christ, if they made it any better than what Sammy felt right now, she’d die of ecstasy. Their thrusts became faster, and she let herself fall. She blew apart screaming as the best orgasm she’d ever had washed over her.

Her men swore, and two loud roars soon joined her groaning. Euphoria settled over Sammy as she became limp. The only muscles that worked were the ones she could feel pulsing around Slater and Brock.

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