Page 32 of Their Virgins Secret

God. She had to force herself to breathe. They were everywhere, so deep and all around her. Her world was filled with Burke and Cole.

“Are you all right, sweetheart?” Burke’s voice was tentative. His hands gripped her hips, betraying his tension as he thrust gently.

“Please be all right, Jessa. ” Cole’s face was tight, his brow knitted together, jaw clenched.

Something about the big bad Dom begging her to accept them made her smile. She pushed back, wiggling against Burke. Nerves she’d never known she had lit up. She shook with the sensation, and as they filled her in tandem with deep breaths and guttural moans, she trembled with need, quickly rushing to the edge of pleasure. She cried out.

“Oh, that’s it, sweetheart. Let it go. Let it happen. ” Burke clutched her hips as he thrust in.

Cole groaned when she seesawed back his way. “This is perfect, the three of us together. The way it should be. ”

Every way she moved brought her pleasure. Cole filled her pussy, his thick dick striking at her G-spot when he pushed up. Burke dragged his cock out almost to the rim of her asshole, marking the path with burning pleasure, before he shoved deep again, forcing her to grind her clit against Cole.

They set a brutal pace. Jessa gave up trying to control it. She became what they had warned, their pleasure toy, a soft, sweet thing they passed between them. She would have fought it if they’d treated her that way outside the bedroom, but instead, they treated her like a princess, with courtesy, always thinking of her wants and needs. They made it easy to give over to them here, to be pulled and pushed as they fought for pleasure. She felt like they’d been fused together, formed into one unit as they worked inside her. As they made love, they were whole.

All the languor from her previous orgasm was gone. A new driving pressure built again, surging, searing, until little pleas and whimpers fell from her mouth.

“Help her, Burke. I’m dying here,” Cole growled.

Burke’s arm wrapped around as he drove into her, one relentless thrust after another. He reached between her and Cole and found her clit, rubbing it with sweet friction. Cole thrust up. Every sensation in her body turned molten and converged. They sent her flying again, this time higher and longer than ever before as she screamed their names.

Jessa bucked against them, trying to prolong the pleasure. Cole thrust up, his face contorting as he came inside her. She could feel the hot wash of his seed flooding her.

Burke groaned behind her, his grip on her hips punishing as he held her tight and forced his cock in until she could feel his balls against her ass. He thrust in and out, filling her ass with his come until finally he fell forward, his front plastering her back.

They relaxed into a heap, Jessa safe and warm between them. She fell asleep, happy to have a piece of each inside her.

* * * *

Jessa woke slowly, reaching for them. Every muscle in her body felt deliciously used. She stretched and yawned. She kept her eyes closed, letting her mind wander a bit. It was New Year’s Day. She was looking at a whole new year, a whole new life—one with Burke and Cole.

“Sweetheart?”

She opened her eyes. There was a reason she hadn’t felt them next to her. They both stood by the bed, fully dressed in suits and ties and expensive shoes. She could smell coffee and the deliciously savory scent of bacon. She sat up, pulling the sheet with her, anxiety starting to penetrate her brain.

“What’s happening?”

No answer.

Not only were they dressed, their faces were grave. They didn’t look like two men who were happy that they’d spent the night making love to their woman. They looked like men who were leaving. They looked to each other, having one of those silent conversations. She just knew they were trying to figure out how to deal with her.

Her stomach turned. “At least you didn’t sneak out. I guess that’s something. ”

Burke got to one knee. “Sweetheart, we are not sneaking out. ”

“But you are leaving. ” She could see it plainly on his face.

“Yes,” Cole said.

She could always count on Cole to state the facts without sugarcoating. Burke would try to put the best sheen on it. Cole didn’t bother. She turned to him. “Do I get an explanation, or do you just say ‘thanks’ and walk away?”

“I don’t want to leave you, Jessa,” Cole stated, a stark look on his face. “I do not want to go. If there was any other way, I wouldn’t ever leave that fucking bed again. But I made promises. ”

Tears pricked at her eyes. “What kind of promises?”

Burke took her hand. “We have some friends, sweetheart. They’re having some problems. Family problems. Their cousin is in trouble. ”

“What does that have to do with you?”

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