Page 73 of SWAT

“Oh God.” I buried my head in Ricardo’s neck.

He ran his hands up my back and into my hair. “Relax, Freya, just relax. You know this is going to be good.”

Jonathan worked in another finger, travelling knuckle deep.

I shifted on Ricardo, stimulating my clit to combine the stretching sensation in my ass with the pleasure of being near to climax.

“Just get inside her,” Ricardo said. “Or she’s going to come too soon.”

He was right. It was all so much. So damn hot. And knowing Sean and Balko were watching—their cocks likely throbbing in their pants—made me all the more turned on.

Jonathan withdrew, then his cock was there.

“Relax,” he said, smoothing one hand up my hot back, the other tugging my right buttock to expose my hole. “Keep still and let me in.”

I forced myself to do as he’d instructed.

I stared down into Ricardo’s eyes as he held my face.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. “It will be worth it.”

“I know. Oh…”

Jonathan was applying pressure—the dome of his cock feeling impossibly wide.

I reminded myself that he was a master of fucking and forced myself to relax.

“Good,” he said, “you’re doing it.”

He rubbed the stretching skin, applying more lube. His glans popped in.

I stuttered out a breath. He was so big, and I was already so full of Ricardo.

“Nearly there,” he said, pushing forward. “And then you’ll have us both at your mercy, Freya. You’ll own us both.”

“Yes, fuck me.” Now he was in I wanted it all. I wanted the heavy, dense sensation of his cock deep inside my ass.

He leaned forward, his hands flat on the bed, and penetrated me until his balls pressed up against me.

I wailed, a wild, satisfying sound that stole my breath as it tailed off. I was stuffed full, my pussy and ass stretched. To be so close to my men, to have them there, was incredible.

“Jesus Christ, that’s good,” Ricardo said. “I can feel your cock, Jonathan.”

“You don’t have to like that, Ricardo.” Jonathan huffed, then kissed my ear. “We’re going to fuck now, and just so you know, you can still safeword.”

“I know…but I don’t want to…I want to come. Oh…I want to…”

“You will.”

Jonathan slipped halfway out then rocked back in, moving me over Ricardo and in turn applying pressure to my clit.

He continued to rock, a mesmerising thrust of his hips that took control of everything. Soon my orgasm was there. I was gasping, the pressure building. “Oh God. Please.”

“Take this.” Balko was kneeling on the bed, naked. He had his cock in his hand. “Open up.”

He cupped my chin.

I did as he’d asked, and stretched my mouth wide.

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