by Jane Jamison
Tony and Nick pounded into her, their bodies working together in machine-like rhythm. Her body was on fire even as the flood of her pussy spread outward with her climax. She dug her fingers into Eric’s stomach as he thrust his cock backward and forward between her tits.
“Suck on my cock, sweetheart.”
He cupped her behind the head to help her lift her head. She flicked her tongue out, but could only sweep over the end of him, snagging the faintest taste of his pre-cum.
She was alight with love, filled with the men she would die for, her soul filled with joy. They were the men she hadn’t known existed, but had been predestined for her to meet. She was their woman, their mate, their anything they wanted her to be.
Nick added more spanks to her bottom, ratcheting up the fire to another burn. Her climax had waned for a moment, but like magicians commanding her every thought and action, they brought her to the edge of another sexual cliff.
She no longer cared about the outside world. No longer worried about making a living. If Dina gave her any more trouble, she’d find her a changed woman, ready to fight even harder for the men she loved. She was where she belonged. She was home.
“Tell us that you love us, sweetheart.”
“I love you, Eric Parker. As much as I love your brothers. I love you, Tony. I love you, Nick.”
Eric tortured her nipples, his face hardening with her words. “I’m going to need you again later, but for now… Oh, shit!”
He lifted her head so she could catch the stream of his seed. She opened wide, loving the warm milk that shot in and around her mouth. His groan filled the room as he turned her breasts loose and eased closer to her. She drank him in, swallowing as fast as she could, but it wasn’t fast enough. As his body jerked through his release, he held on to her and whispered her name over and over. When he fell to the side, she knew he was a spent man.
Tony increased his pumps, driving his cock as far inside her as he could go. “You’re so perfect, Liv. I knew it in Vegas and I know it even more now.”
She reached for him and he leaned over to take her nipples into her mouth. Her taut buds were so sensitive that his slight touch had her arching her back for more of the excruciating pain his teeth gave her. Clutching his hair, she held him to her. Her other hand clawed his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin. It was impossible, but she would’ve sworn his cock grew even bigger inside her.
Nick slammed into her again then grabbed her ass tight, sending a different kind of pain into her. She shivered, her body building to yet another ever-growing need. She was no longer on the ground. Instead, they’d sent her to the heavens.
She tightened her leg around Tony and clenched both her pussy and anus walls. The men groaned, letting her know that she’d succeeded in tightening around their cocks. She could no longer think in terms of actual thought. Every ounce of her was both action and reaction, primal instinct taking over.
Nick and Tony invaded her, conquered her, taking her as the prize they so richly deserved. They were her warriors and she their willing captive. She moaned loudly as Tony’s thrusts grew farther between. His eyes were glazed over as he tried to hold on, and Nick’s were closed.
Their hands were on her, heightening her nerve endings until they danced under their touches. Their mouths moved, and although she couldn’t hear everything they said, she heard enough to know their meaning and feel their love for her.
Unable to hold on any longer, they let go, roaring their climaxes out. The sound of their voices joined together released her last bit of control and she screamed. The orgasm sang through her, consuming her, enveloping her. Her mind exploded with her body and her soul sailed into outer space. She had no way of telling her body to slow down, to breathe, to move. Instead, her release took over, beating her with wave after wave of shudders and trembling delight. Her pussy clenched and unclenched, over and over, until finally her body could handle no more.
Tony and Nick lost their strength, their sweaty bodies falling to lie on top of her legs. Their breathing mixed together, the sound a living, breathing entity, cocooning them. Every inch of her was satisfied, still throbbing, still convulsing as smaller orgasms came like the aftershocks of an earthquake.
After a short while, Tony and Nick crawled to take their place beside her. Eric pulled her close to him and stroked her hair.
“You owe me one.”
She giggled and looked up at him. “How do you figure that?”
“Because I didn’t get my cock inside you.”
“Stop complaining, bro,” ordered Nick.
“So you’re telling me you didn’t like it?”
He looked confused. “Hell, yes, I liked it. Aw, hell, you know what I mean.”
She kissed him on the cheek. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
Livi never imagined that love could be like this. In a short time, these men had become her everything, her very meaning for living. They’d fulfilled her unspoken wish to be loved and she would spend the rest of her life returning that gift.
“Do you think it’s true?”
“What’s that?” asked Tony.
“What Dina said about us being like fire and ice. Do you think we aren’t compatible because we’re so different?”
“Why the hell do you care what she said?” Eric was back to his irascible self.
“I don’t. But we are different. Like fire and ice.”
Tony took her by the chin and made her look at him. “It’s this way, baby. You’re like the fire we needed to melt the ice inside us and keep our hearts warm. You’re the cool breeze to our hot summer day.”
He was right. “Oh. I get it. The yin and yang of it.”
“Yeah. Exactly.”
“So do you have a freezer in your kitchen?”
They did one of those looks they gave each other, but it was Nick who answered. “Yeah. Sure we do. Why?”
“Then you’d better go and fill up an ice bucket.” She sat up and cupped her breasts, loving the way their heated gazes locked onto them. “Because, boys, it’s gonna get real hot.”
She squealed as her three men lunged at her, ready to claim her again.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Jane Jamison has always liked “weird stuff” as her mother called it. From an early age she was fascinated with stories about werewolves, vampires, space, aliens, and whatever was hiding in her bedroom closet. (To this day, she still swears she can hear growls and moans whenever the lights are out.)
Being born under the sign of Scorpio meant Jane was destined to be very sensual. Some would say she was (and remains) downright sexual. Then one day she put her two favorite things together on paper and found her life’s true ambition: to be an erotic paranormal romance author.
Jane spends at least six days a week locked in her office surrounded by the characters she loves. Every day a new character will knock on the door of her imagination. Her plans include taking care of her loving husband, traveling, and writing at least twelve books a year.
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