“Conn …”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to take me. You and Charles. Take me. Have me. Love me.”
“Oh, Lilly,” Charles said. “Lilly, we love you so much.”
“Yes,” Conn agreed. “Love you, sweet lass.”
Conn forged into her, thick head sliding past the slight resistance. His chest rubbed over her back as he thrust into her bottom, short, strong jabs that rocked her against Charles. Her hands held Charles’s shoulders, bracing her against Conn’s thrusts as he seated himself all the way inside. The sensation of fullness was satisfying in a way she could likely never explain. It was just right.
By unspoken signal, Conn and Charles began to move in unison. Charles thrust his hips up from the seat into her cunny. Conn, heat streaming from his bare skin, rocked into her ass. It was a struggle to hold still, when what she wanted to do was glide all over them like a cat rolling in catnip. Their moans and grunts as they labored under and over her fired her senses. As if conjured by magic, her pleasure returned tenfold. Lillian cried out as the erotic wave rolled through her and she felt Charles and Conn swept along in its path. Charles’s hands clenched on her thighs, dragging her pelvis as tightly to him as he could. At the same moment, Conn pressed against her ass in one long push, a couple of uneven pumps, and a final shove. The dual sensation of their cocks jerking and trembling as they shot their seed deep inside her welcoming body dragged Lillian down with them into the deeps of desire.
Conn collapsed on Lillian’s back. Charles huffed out a breath, but accepted the weight of both lovers without complaint. With Charles’s heart drumming against her breast and Conn’s thumping in time with it against her shoulder blade, Lillian could almost believe their three hearts were one.
As it should be.
Lazily, she stroked her hand along what she could reach of Conn’s thigh. Charles’s chin, she nibbled, then kissed.
“I love you,” she said. And knew that whatever happened, whatever triumphs and challenges came along in their lives, the three of them would face it. Together.
THE END
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