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My eyes got real wide and Dylan’s grin got even more sinful. He leaned close, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Better hold on, cowgirl, because this is going to be one hell of a ride.”

Lust spread from my core to my limbs as my body began to burn up. “Well, yee fucking haw.”

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The only light in the room was coming from the muted television screen. It cast us all in an eerie blue light, but when Dylan’s mouth pressed into mine, something came over me. Something hot and wild, and I kissed him back with a heat I didn’t know I possessed. He groaned into my mouth, burying his hands in my hair so he could tilt my head and kiss me deeper. We were still standing before the bed, but instead of dropping me, he just gripped me to his body harder.

When Frankie stepped up behind us, his hands gripping my hips and his lips on my neck, I moaned loudly. Yes.

“We are gonna go slow,” he murmured. “You feel uncomfortable, you say stop and this whole thing stops.”

The specter of Junior and what he did hung between us. I wanted him exorcised. I wanted him gone from my mind. So I swallowed hard. “No missionary. I don’t want to feel trapped.”

The solemn look on Dylan’s face threatened to chase away the high that I was on, but he just nodded, and started peeling my clothes off. “You got it. Watching you ride makes me fucking hard as a rock anyway. I imagine what it would look like if it was my cock you were riding instead.”

Dear. Fucking. God.

I unbuckled my jeans and clawed at them with furious hands. I wanted to be naked now. Frankie chuckled and pushed away my hands. “I got you,Querida.” His fingers hooked around my jeans and slowly moved them down with aggravatingly slow hands. He dropped to his knees so he could lift my feet and move my tight jeans out of the way. Then he lifted his hands and did the same with my underwear, peeling them over my ass.

I felt his lips on my asscheek, and then his teeth as he bit the soft curve there. He was muttering an ode in Portuguese to my ass, and I would have laughed if I wasn't already panting. Dylan had me out of my tank top, and he slumped back on the bed, watching Frankie’s grand reveal like it was Christmas. He hissed as Frankie’s hand wrapped around my inner thigh, his pinky finger brushing the wet folds of my pussy, but only briefly.

Frankie was a goddamn tease. His hands ran over the back of my knees, and finally my panties were pooled around my feet and I kicked them away. Frankie made a happy hum from where he knelt behind me. His hand slid up to my lower back, and he pushed gently. “Bend over,Gatinha. I need to taste.”

My knees wobbled at his words, and Dylan leapt forward to kiss me. Frankie ran his tongue up the backs of my thighs, pushing my knees wide. He groaned a pained sound. “Fuck me,” he whispered.

Then his tongue was darting along my slick folds, and he stroked his clever tongue across my clit.

I moaned into Dylan’s mouth as he divested me of my bra with practiced ease. He buried his face in my cleavage and sighed happily. The rough scrape of his stubble brushed against my nipple and I sucked in a breath, pushing back against Frankie’s face. And when Dylan took my nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, at the same time Frankie thrust his tongue inside me, I worried I got myself in over my head. The pleasure they were ringing from my body was going to be too much and I was going to shatter into a million pieces.

I steadied myself on Dylan’s shoulders as Frankie swirled his tongue in a way that was definitely illegal. Dylan moved to the other nipple, sliding a hand down the side of my body, and tracing the crease of my thigh to my pussy. Oh shit.

When his fingers brushed against my clit, I came so hard I couldn’t stop the small scream that left my lips, pushing back harder into Frankie’s face. He happily took it, eating me like he was addicted to the taste. Dylan caught my lips and muffled my cries as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.

I collapsed against Dylan’s body, and he laughed. “Uh, uh, Baby Girl. We’ve only just begun. Turn around, look at your boy. Look how happy he is to have his face covered in your juices.” My core clenched again at Dylan’s filthy words, but I did what he asked, turning to look at Frankie, his face shining in the dull light of the television. He was naked and I sucked in a breath. He was glorious. So fucking sexy it almost hurt to stare at him for too long. He reached out and grabbed my hand, pulling me tight against his skin, and I felt like we were both on fire. His cock stood at attention, poking my stomach. He kissed me and I tasted myself on his lips, his tongue dancing with mine as he devoured this set of lips with the same prowess as he had the other. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his cock, and he hissed a breath. I stroked up and down slowly, and he broke the kiss to breathe hard.

He swore in Portuguese, and grabbed my hand. “I’m not going to last if you do that.” He backed me back up toward the bed. I looked over my shoulder, and at some point in the last thirty seconds, Dylan had lost his clothes with such speed it was like they evaporated from his body. He was fucking beautiful, his pale skin making him look like a marble statue. Marble and bronze. Goddamn perfection.

He crooked a finger at me and I climbed onto his body, sliding my aching core over his rigid cock. He groaned, and grabbed my hips. “Spin. I want to watch this glorious ass riding my cock.” Steadying me as I turned on his abs, he gripped my ass and squeezed, making a happy oomph sound that made me grin.

Frankie threw a couple of condoms in Dylan’s direction and then grabbed my shoulders, pulling me forward a bit so he could kiss me again. “Ugh, I will never get enough of kissing you,” he whispered, kissing his way along my jaw. I felt Dylan sliding the condom on, his knuckle brushing my ass. Finally his hands gripped my hips and he lifted me up, one of his hands slid down to grab his cock, holding it steady as I slid down onto his hard length.

“Oh shit,” he whispered, and I could only moan my agreement as I sunk further onto his dick until he was buried deep. The burning stretch was so damn good my eyelids fluttered, and when his hands guided me up his cock again, only to slam me back down, I couldn’t contain my moan.

Frankie looked down at me, the heat in his eyes searing. “Mmm, quietGatinha.Wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors.”

Beau’s words about him stroking his cock to the noises next door had heat rushing to my face and wetness coating my thighs and Dylan’s groin. “Maybe she needs something else to do with her mouth,” Dylan panted. “Damn, Baby Girl, you feel perfect. So damn perfect.” He lifted my hips up and then thrust up to meet me, and I swear my eyes rolled so far back I saw my ancestors. “You concentrate on your boy, and I’ll make you feel good.”

God yes. I reached out and grabbed Frankie’s hips, pulling him closer. I ran my hands down the smooth lines of his abs. I thanked god that I decided to be a bull rider which meant I had great core muscles and balance as I propped one hand on his hip and wrapped the other around his cock, moisture already pooling on its tip. When I slid him past my lips his whole body shuddered and I smiled. Well, as much as I could smile with a mouth full of cock. I suctioned my lips around his dick and slid him as far as I could until I hit my gag reflex. Then I slid him back out and then down again, his groans like music to my ears. His hips bucked in time, and before too long he held my cheeks as he slid in and out of my mouth in time with Dylan’s thrust until I was a groaning mess. Suspended between them, my body wringing pleasure from theirs until we were a writhing mass of hedonism.

“Tessa,” Frankie groaned. “God,Querida. Eu te amo.I’m going to come.” He pulled out and came over my neck and breasts in hot spurts, his head thrown back as he groaned out my name. Dylan pounded into me earnestly, his dick hitting all the right spots over and over until my second, -or was it third?- orgasm of the night had me screaming his name. I clenched around him hard, and he slammed upwards as he came with ragged thrusts. He held me still as he filled me, his groans a symphony.

Dylan’s body went lax, and I collapsed forward, his cock slipping from my body. I panted, trying to catch my breath.

“Holy hell,” I groaned, trying to not let the cum dripping from my body get on the bed sheets. The cleaners didn’t need that. Frankie pulled me to my feet, and swept me up into his arms. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you clean so I can dirty you up again.”

Dylan laughed from where he was still panting on the bed, his body glistening with sweat. “Have fun.”

Frankie was a man of his word. He’d cleaned me up and then fucked me into the shower wall until I didn’t know my own name.

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