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“Fuck,” he rasps, sucks on my lips, and empties himself inside me. The feeling of being filled with cum is sublime.

My body still pulses when Steele fills Ryder’s place and fucks me just as hard, just as deep. He demands I orgasm for him again, and my body answers him with a spectacular response. When he calls me beautiful, he punctuates his word with a stream of hot cum, taking me to overflowing with their seed.

Holt turns me over so I’m lying on my right side. He slips in next to me, drags my body against his so that my back is against his chest, his right arm under my neck. He slips deep into the pool of cum inside me, then hammers into me.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” he says into my ear, using the hand of his arm under my neck to torture my left breast to madness. But I’m so wet, too wet, and he keeps slipping out of me.

It doesn’t stop him. He wraps his free hand around my left arm, fixing me in place so that he can fuck me as hard as he wants. By the time an orgasm leaves my body, and his follows, I’m shaking uncontrollably, soaking wet with perspiration and cum, theirs and mine, and not sure I’m quite alive in this realm anymore.

I feel as light as a feather as they kiss my entire body, thanking me for my virginity, my orgasms, and my pussy to do what they want to with it.

They bathe me, massage my sore muscles, feed me leftover dessert, and lay me down to sleep.

I might never wake up from this dream.

Tierney is right, though. Sex is freaking awesome.

Chapter Eleven

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Clementine

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They’re so beautifulI can’t keep my eyes off them. And no, it’s not creepy at all watching someone or someones, in my case, sleep if you’re married to them, right?

Pure masculine perfection made of concrete power wrapped in deliciously tan skin. I could just look at them for hours on end, forgetting to blink.

“Like what you’re looking at, Mrs. Ours?” Steele asks without opening his eyes.

“Yes,” I say, and instantly an idea takes hold of me. I pick up a shirt closest to me and slip into it. The scent of pine and musk hits me. Holt’s shirt for sure.

“Where are you going?” Ryder asks as I fly off the bed.

“You’ll see,” I say, excitement running happily through me. They’re all three awake by now, and god help me, sexy as sin.

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