Page 28 of Beautiful Revenge

“I love you too, Devon. So, so much,” I say, crying tears of joy. “Oh, that’s weird,” I whisper as I move my ass a little.

“What?” they both ask at the same time.

“Feeling you inside of me. Your release I mean. I’ve never felt that before,” I explain, and Devon’s eyes fill with an animalistic sense of ownership.

“We’re claiming you, baby. No one else will ever fucking touch you again,” he growls, and Dylan grabs my chin to move my face toward him.

“I know you can’t get pregnant because he was a sick fuck, even if he took precautions. But if you want us to use condoms, we will, Brie. This is about you and making sure that you’re comfortable,” he states firmly, and I smile.

“I’m good, Dyl. I want you both to mark me. Claim me from the inside out so the world will automatically know I’m yours.”

He groans, moving one hand down to fist his dick, his eyes rolling back a little as he pumps his fist. “Are you tired?” he asks softly, and I shake my head.

“I need you, too, Dylan. Make me yours,” I whisper, and he releases his cock, pulling my face to his and kissing me passionately while his hand travels to my thigh.

He pulls it over his hip, turning my body to face him before biting my lower lip. “Is it okay to take you like this?”

I smile. “More than okay.” Reaching between us, I grip his dick in my hand and line him up with my entrance before moving my hips to begin taking him inside of me.

“Oh, God,” he moans, taking my mouth with his as he continues to push inside of me until we’re connected as deeply as we can be.

“Claim me, Dyl. Please,” I whimper against his lips.

He starts making love to me in slow and leisurely strokes, kissing me passionately when Devon curls around my back. He reaches his hand between Dylan and me to play with my clit.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, pulling away from Dylan’s delicious mouth.

“Christ, you’re squeezing down on me, princess,” he moans, pumping his hips a little faster, making me pant.

“Please, yes, oh fuck, right there!” I scream as Devon squeezes my clit while Dylan slams into me, sending me over the edge again.

“Yes, baby. Dear God, Brie. I love you so much,” Dylan groans, kissing me hard as he starts to pulse inside of me before groaning long and hard, kissing me through our climaxes.

“Goddamn, I love when you fall apart,” Devon croaks behind me, kissing my neck.

“Fucking hell. You’re a goddess,” Dylan groans, pulling his head back. “Briar, you are the most amazing person in the world. I’m so glad to have you in my life, baby girl.” He kisses me again as I start to cry.

“I love you, too. Fuck, I love you both so much. I don’t think I’d still be alive if it weren’t for the both of you.” My tears fall between our lips as we kiss gently, and he slowly slips out of me.

“You’re our everything, princess. We’re not going anywhere,” Devon says, standing from the bed and holding his hand out to me. “Come on, baby. Let’s go get cleaned up and get some sleep.”

I smile at him, tears still streaming down my face as I reach my hand out for him to take. He helps me from the bed as Dylan groans, standing up and moving beside me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and kissing the side of my head.

“Shower, then sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day,” he reminds me, and I take a shuddering breath.

“We have to wash the clothes,” I remind them, and Devon smirks.

“Already done while you were sleeping, princess. Twice for good measure.” He pulls me into his side as we start walking toward the bathroom. “They have no reason to ever believe we had anything to do with it, and our clothes were all black. We’re good, babe.”

I nod and sigh.

“Shower and sleep,” Dylan says, and I smile.

“Shower and sleep.”

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