The tension gave way as on a heavy groan, Parker’s cock pushed and passed through the ring of muscle. A dark, sinister pressure eased into her, making her tighten her grip on Ryan’s shoulders.
“We’ve got you. Just hang onto me.” Ryan coaxed her with soft, sweet, drugging kisses. One hand cupped her cheek and the other brushed the most tender of caresses over a nipple. “You’re perfect, you know that? We couldn’t have designed a sweeter, kinder, more beautiful woman. You’re stuck with us now, forever. We’re not letting you go, ever.” The full sensation, slowly intensified, spreading deeper.
“I hope you’re okay with our ugly mugs. You’ll have to wake up to them every morning for the rest of forever. This is forever, Lacey.” Parker rubbed easy circles on her straining clit.
“Forever.” Ryan kissed her once more and Parker’s low groan sounded at her ear.
“I’m in all the way. Fuck, you’re tight, Lacey. Hotter than fire, you’re squeezing the life from me. So fucking good. You’re perfect.” His heat pressed tight against her back, his heavy breaths shuddering against her.
“Ry, are you ready? I won’t last long. At all.” Parker eased back with aching slowness, dragging over flesh that already screamed with ecstasy.
“Let’s move, Lacey.”
“I don’t think I can.” The pleasure was so overpowering it crippled her. Swamped with sensation, she looked into the depths of Ryan’s eyes.
“We’ve got you.” His forearms tightened as he gripped the cheeks of her ass, flexed his hips and backed his cock out, partway. He pulled her down and thrust back, deep into her pussy.
Parker eased back into her ass until her every cell was overcome with scorching sensation. They set up an easy rhythm, stealing her breath and claiming her soul with each pumping motion. The bliss deep inside her swelled larger and hotter until in a bright, blistering explosion, the pleasure shattered her into a million pieces of ecstasy. Only the men holding her tight kept the pieces together.
Parker thrust deep inside her, pressed tighter against her back, and took both breasts tight in his hands. On a loud, stuttering groan, he rested his head on her shoulder. Every hard muscle tensed until she was cradled within the hard rock of his body. His breath whooshed out in a great sigh against her neck.
Ryan’s lids closed. His hips bucked against her core as he thrust deep. His back arched as the veins in his arms and neck bulged. His grip on her ass tightened to the point of pain as he climaxed with a great shout. His chest heaved against hers as their hearts pumped double-time. A third beat joined from behind her, beating just as hard.
Though the world may have tilted on its axis, they held her, secure within the shelter of their arms.
THE END
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As a teen Amy J. Hawthorn fed her reading appetite with fantasy and horror stories. Then she stumbled upon a pretty book cover, complete with a bare-chested, sword-wielding Highlander. That Highlander and his author showed her the magic of a happily ever after and she’s never looked back.
She’s a busy mother of two, wife of one, and lives with one foot in the hospital world and the other at home.
She has read her way through Kentucky, Arizona, Southern California, and then back home to Kentucky.
Today between working nightshift and wrangling her family she tries her best to create happily ever afters for the characters running amok in her head.
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