by Marla Monroe
“Hell, you’re so tight. I’ll never last.” The words seemed almost torn from him as he pressed forward.
Randy had gone still, giving Travis time to slowly enter her. Neither man wanted to hurt her. If she knew nothing else, it was that they would never willingly harm her in any way. Even now, Travis strained to remain in control so he wouldn’t accidently hurt her. She wanted more, though, and she didn’t want wait one more second for it. Angela slammed back against his cock, driving him all the way inside of her even as she yelled out.
“Fuck! Angela, baby.” Travis stilled inside of her and laid his forehead against her back. “Are you okay? God, did I hurt you?”
“No. Fuck me, Travis—Randy. I need you to move. Now!” She groaned, holding on to Randy’s shoulders as the men slowly moved around her.
As Randy pulled out of her, Travis pressed in, and then they switched directions and Randy was filling her cunt with his cock. Their cockheads dragged over swollen, sensitive tissues, sending shards of electricity zinging throughout her body. Each rasp as they stroked inside of her tightened her pussy and hardened her clit to the point of pain. Travis’s cock inside her ass had nerve endings sizzling that had never known pleasure before.
Pleasure and pain built until she no longer could tell the difference. It all morphed into an unending need for release. She whimpered with it, begging to come. She didn’t know if she was asking out loud or only in her head, but she desperately needed to come.
“Randy. I can’t hold on much longer. She’s so fucking tight.” Travis seemed a million miles away.
Randy pressed his fingers against her throbbing clit and tapped at it over and over. The splendid pressure ignited a fuse that sped hot and fast toward something she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Both men began pounding into her as if they couldn’t get close enough to her. She no longer moved between them, instead letting them control her as they alternately and sometimes together filled her with their straining cocks.
Then everything exploded in a burst of light and intense heat that seemed to swallow everything to the point that she couldn’t see, hear, or feel anything but an unbelievable rapture. It consumed her even as it remade her. She would never be the same. Somehow she knew this even as sound and sight came rushing back at an overwhelming pace.
Angela whimpered as she once again felt Randy beneath her and Travis behind her, heavy against her back. She fought to breathe around the pressure of his weight.
“Travis. Fucking move, man. You’re suffocating us both down here.” Randy’s amused voice didn’t sound as strong as she was used to hearing.
Travis grunted but slowly pulled out of Angela and sank to one side. He didn’t lose contact with the skin of her back though. He kept one hand smoothing along her spine even then. It comforted her and reminded her that they loved her, loved her despite and because of who she was. Never again would she doubt their sincerity.
“I love you, Travis, Randy. I will always love you.” She managed to draw enough breath to tell them what was in her heart.
“I love you, Angela. You are truly our angel,” Travis said.
“You are my everything, Angela. We will make it our life’s mission to show you each and every day how much you mean to us.” Randy’s rough voice softened when he said her name.
“How about a shower, guys?” Angela asked.
“When I can move again,” Randy moaned.
“Me, too,” Travis added.
“Randy! Travis! Where are you keeping that angel of yours?” The voice calling up the stairs had all three of them sitting straight up in bed.
“Fuck! That’s mom. What are they doing here?” Travis asked as he scrambled to climb out of the bed.
“Hey, guys. Your mom wants to meet Angela. You better get dressed and get down here before we lose our grip on her.”
“That’s Burt. If he says we better hurry, we better hurry,” Randy said with a groan as he pulled on his jeans.
“I’m taking a shower first. I’m not meeting your parents right after having had sex, guys. You can keep them busy until I come down.” Angela headed for the bathroom but was stopped by a hand on her wrist.
“You better not waste any time in there or I’ll come get you and haul you downstairs buck naked if I have to,” Travis said with an evil grin.
She kissed him then grabbed Randy and kissed him, too. She wasn’t even worried about what their parents thought about her anymore. All that mattered was that her two men loved her. She could handle anything with that knowledge in her heart.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Marla Monroe has been writing professionally for about ten years now. Her first book with Siren was published in January of 2011. She loves to write and spends every spare minute either at the keyboard or reading another Siren author. She writes everything from sizzling-hot contemporary cowboys, to science fiction ménages with the occasional bad-ass biker thrown in for good measure.
Marla lives in the southern US and works full-time at a busy hospital. When not writing, she loves to travel, spend time with her cats, and read. She’s always eager to try something new and especially enjoys the research for her books. She loves to hear from readers about what they are looking for next. You can reach Marla at [email protected] or visit her website at www.marlamonroe.com
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