Page 110 of Full Mountie

I want to do something, but all I can do is hang on tight as they plunge in and out of my body, filling me completely. Over and over again.

And then Lachlan says, “Can we both fit inside her at the same time?”

What the fuck do they think they’ve been doing? But Hugh understands, even if I don’t, and he holds himself inside me at the end of his next thrust.

Lachlan tries to press into me, and it feels like he might actually be cleaving me in two—delightfully, orgasmically so, but still, tearing me apart. And he can’t get in.

“Up you get, beautiful,” he whispers. “I need you up.”

He presses my upper body off of his chest and passes me to Hugh, who wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts in his hand.

My vision swims as I gaze down at Lachlan. Big, rangy muscles. Hot, turned-on expression. And where our legs are tangled up, where I’m spread wide for him, his cock, wrapped in his fist.

He wants to put that monster inside me, while Hugh is buried in my ass.

“No…” I breathe.

“Cupcake?” Hugh asks in my ear, and I shake my head. Not that kind of no. The good kind of no. The holy-fuck-are-you-fucking-sure kind of no.

Behind me, Hugh flexes his body, driving his cock deeper into my ass and lifting my pussy so it’s more on display for Lachlan.

“Look at how pretty you are,” Lachlan says, his voice kind of breathy too. “You can take us both, I know you can.”

I shake my head. “I can’t.”

“Yes…” He hisses as he rocks his cock against my clit, then lower, between my slick labia. “Oh, you’re so wet for me. So good. Ready?”

I don’t bother to answer. Either it’s going to work or it’s not, and either way, I’m like ten seconds away from spontaneously combusting.

This time he gets inside me, and it feels impossible, but he’s still pressing, still stretching my body around him. Making a permanent space for himself.

Laying claim.

My breath is shaky now, and spots dance at the edges of my vision. Another inch, and the thickest part of him will be inside my body, up against Hugh’s cock.

“I’m going to…” I toss my head. “Yes, please. God,please.”

“You’re doing it. Are you ready to come? We want to feel you fucking milk us at the same time,” Hugh growls. “I want to feel Lachlan spurt deep inside your pussy, you got that? Pull it out of him.”

“Ah…” I swallow hard and flutter my hands towards my belly.

Hugh pinches my nipples, tugging them.

I press against my skin, my hands shaking. Yes, yes, that.

Lachlan drifts his hands up my thighs as he pulses in the last inch, in tiny little movements. Not taking no for an answer.

Claiming what’s his.

When he’s fully seated inside me, his hands settle on my hips, his thumbs teasing the creases where my legs meet my pelvis.

All I need is for them to move, just a little, and I think I’ll come.

Behind me, Hugh pumps his hips.

Below me, Lachlan grinds up as he shifts his hand over and rocks against my clit with his thumb.

Between them, I close my eyes and scream as something deep inside snaps, something bright and explosive.

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