She felt him bend slightly, felt him nestle the length of his solid cock in the crack of her ass, and she sucked in a startled breath. She had suspected the time would come when one of them would want to fuck her there. She wanted it, burned for it, knowing it would be the only way she could truly have both the men she loved at once. And she did love them. It amazed her that she could’ve fallen so hard and fast for not one but two men. It fascinated her more that it happened so quickly. Still, there was no mistaking the deep-set feeling for these men in her heart, in her very soul.
“Does that frighten you?” Mitch’s voice was rough and darkened by his own obvious needs.
“Yes,” she answered honestly, her gaze locking with Jacob’s as he lifted a hand to the side of her face.
“Why?” Jacob asked softly.
Her gaze faltered, falling from his eyes to his bare chest. He had taken off his clothes while she and Mitch undressed. “I’ve n–never done it before.”
“You’ve never let anyone fuck this sweet ass, darlin’?” Mitch pushed a hand between her body and Jacob’s, his palm cupping her aching pussy.
“No.” The word turned to a strangled gasp as Mitch pushed a finger between her smoldering lips to apply pressure to her throbbing clit. He flicked the tip of his nail across the sensitized bud, and she bucked from the sensation, the sharp sliver of pain morphing to an almost-immediate slice of pleasure.
“I can smell your fear,” Mitch growled. “I like it. It excites me. You’re right. I have been holding back, or trying to, at least. I can’t seem to hold it all in with you. I can be a bad boy, darlin’. I like being bad.”
“I n–never asked you to be good.”
His hand delved farther down, his callused fingers deliciously abrading her flesh until he pressed two fingers against her sodden entrance. “I’m going to fuck that sexy ass in just a few minutes.”
Angel arched into his touch, wicked hunger feeding off his roughness as she attempted to draw his fingers inside her. Her pussy flamed, the need for penetration so acute it created an emptiness in her center that made her want to weep. Her ass flexed with the promise of a similar intrusion, making her mindless with desire, putting her on the very edge of begging for it.
“We want to take you together, Angel.” Jacob’s hands dropped to frame her sides then tickled their way back up to cup her breasts. She fit perfectly in his hands, in their hands. He fondled her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger until they pulsed with pleasurable pain.
“You’re going to watch as we do,” Mitch added, his breath hot against her neck as between her legs his fingers sank into her throbbing wetness.
Surprised pleasure had her rocking back, feeling his cock pressing against her forbidden entrance. Their hands tortured her deliciously, Jacob’s tormenting her breasts as Mitch toyed with her pussy until all sanity got lost in the sensational bliss.
“You’re wet,” Mitch whispered huskily. “Hot and ready. Your ass is going to be so tight around my cock. It might hurt for just a moment, but you’ll love it, won’t you?”
“Yes.” The word came as a barely audible whisper as equal parts consternation and dire need surged through her system. “Please.”
“Follow Jacob to my bedroom.”
She couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped as Mitch withdrew his fingers from her channel, as Jacob’s hands dropped from her body and he turned to walk away from her. She followed him on legs that trembled, not seeing anything around her except for the glorious sight of Jacob naked until they entered Mitch’s bedroom.
Her gaze fell on the bed first, an oversized king similar to the one they had shared in Jacob’s room last night. Then her attention flicked up, and she noticed the mirrors lining the ceiling. So that’s how she would watch them take her, fuck her together. Her belly did a slow dancing roll at the realization.
Jacob turned to her and held out his hands. She went to him, moaning as he yanked her against him, his hands releasing hers to grip her hips. “Ready?”
She was beyond ready. Her body ached to feel him, the need so strong she felt she might die from it. Blessedly, he didn’t wait for her to answer. His hands slipped to the backs of her thighs, and he lifted her, impaling her with his thick cock in a fluid motion that made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt in her life.
“Thank you,” she breathed as her head fell back on her shoulders. She wound her arms around his neck and let herself fall into the deep pit of ecstasy he brought her.
He chuckled, a low, guttural sound tight with his own pleasure, and lifted her higher by sheer muscle alone before dropping her back down on his stiff cock. Her head flew up, moans tearing from her throat as he fucked her all the while moving to the bed. Somehow he managed to crawl onto the bed with her, his hold on her tight as he laid her in the center of the bed, her thighs spread wide with his body between them.
Angel looked up, seeing the intense concentration on his face first, then the mirrors above him. She saw herself reflected back, face flushed and eyes heavy lidded, and the back of his head as he stared down at her. The muscles in his shoulders flexed as he held her ass off the bed, pulling his cock back until only the head remained inside her cunt before pistoning inside her sopping channel once more.
“Watch yourself, darlin’.” Mitch’s voice came out of nowhere. Her gaze slid right, finding him in the mirror as he crawled onto the bed beside her and Jacob. His attention fixated on her in the mirror. “See how he’s fucking you.”
Jacob pushed his upper body up, the move driving his cock deeper inside her, exposing more of their bodies to the reflection.
“See how his cock slides in and out of that sweet pussy. Your juices are covering his cock. Did you come for him already?”
Angel shook her head, unsure if she could speak with the riot of sensations racing through her.
“That’s a good girl. I don’t want you coming until I’m inside you, too.”
Her heart skipped a beat in apprehension. She couldn’t look away from Mitch, couldn’t watch Jacob fuck her, when Mitch talked about something she burned to feel and dreaded at the same time.
Jacob leaned down again, brushing his lips to hers and capturing her attention despite herself. “You’ll be okay. A little pain and a lot of pleasure.” As he spoke, he rolled, taking her with him until she was on top, straddling his hips, his cock still buried deep in her cunt. His arms formed a tight vise around her waist, holding her lower body flush against his. She rested the weight of her upper body on her forearms on either side of his head.
“God, you have an amazing ass.” Mitch growled as the bed shifted and she felt him moving in behind her. His hands splayed on her ass cheeks, squeezing and caressing, teasing and ratcheting her uneasiness to a wickedly exciting level. Then he slipped a finger between her cheeks, the callused pad pressing against the tight ring of her anus.
Angel froze, every muscle in her body seizing in anticipation of his next move.
“Right here, darlin’.” His finger pressed a little harder, circling the rim of her back entrance. “This is where I’m going to put my cock.”
The finger retreated, and she felt something cool and liquid in its place. She moaned, her head bowing until her forehead rested on Jacob’s as the finger returned to spread the gel Mitch obviously squirted to lube her ass.
“This is where I’m going to fuck you,” he told her as his finger returned, this time pressing more insistently until it breached the outer rim of her anus.
The combination of cool and slick slammed into a wall of sharp pain that wondrously morphed to a devilish pleasure. A strangled scream tore from her throat even as her hips rocked back on the intrusion of their own volition.
“That’s it, Angel. Fuck my finger with your ass. I knew you would like it.” Approval and satisfaction laced his heated words as he pushed deeper, twisted and wiggled his finger in her anus, pulled back, and added a second. “Two fingers, sweetheart. Your body is
opening for me so nicely. I’ve got two fingers in your ass now.”
“How does it feel?” Jacob asked, his voice raking over her like satiny asphalt, soft yet abrasive with his own obvious struggles to hold himself in check.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Please.” She felt out of her mind, her hips moving into Mitch’s probing fingers, retreating only to drive down on Jacob’s cock still lodged in her pussy. She fought to control the sensations, to suspend the release building in her channel. She couldn’t come, wouldn’t, until Mitch replaced his fingers with his cock, until both men fucked her as they promised they would.
“Damn, that’s sexy as hell,” Mitch murmured, wiggling his fingers, pushing the lubrication deeper in her ass. “I can’t wait a second longer to see my cock inside you.”
Angel screamed in protest when Mitch pulled his fingers free without warning. She gyrated her hips, grinding her pussy on Jacob’s cock as she desperately searched for that pleasurable pain Mitch delivered to her anus. The smack that landed on her butt cheek, sending a fiery dance of exquisite pain through her ass, made her freeze again. Fingers delved into the back of her hair, fisted, and yanked her head to one side.
She gasped, her eyes widening as they locked with Mitch’s.
“I won’t tolerate the way you pushed me today again.” His flattened hand landed on her rear, this smack harder than the first. Angel moaned as the pleasure danced with the sting. “I won’t tolerate the sharp tongue you’ve been using since you showed up, either.” Another smack, another moan, and she teetered closer and closer to the orgasmic edge. “Do I make myself clear?”
Angel tried to nod, but he held her head too firmly for movement. “Yes.”
“Good.” He dipped his head, grazing his lips over her shoulder. The bite of pain as his teeth sank into her flesh collided with the sting as his hand smacked her ass so many times in succession she lost count. Her butt cheek flamed from the spanking, her shoulder throbbed from the bite, and her pussy pulsed, the orgasm so close now she knew she wouldn’t be able to control it much longer.
“My mark on your pretty flesh,” he said as he pulled back, releasing his grip on her hair. “Just as this will be my mark inside this sexy body.”
Angel stilled herself, knowing as she felt the bulbous head of his cock rest against the heated entrance of her ass what he intended next.
“Breathe, baby,” Jacob coached softly and used his hold on her waist to draw her body down, lifting his hips to impale her as deep as he could go as Mitch began to sheath his cock in her ass.
“Relax, darlin’,” Mitch instructed through gritted teeth. “Let your body take my cock.” He entered her slowly but insistently, breaching the tight ring of muscles and burying his cock in her ass to the hilt.
Angel’s vision swam. Pain, bliss, wonder fogged her mind, and for a moment she thought she might pass out. She closed her eyes and allowed every spark, every bolt, and every sensation of ecstasy to consume her as completely as her men claimed her.
Mitch and Jacob moved in unison, one pulling back as the other thrust inside her, and she surrendered, mind, body and soul. They fucked her with a ruthlessness that drove her past the brink of spectacular pleasure and to the edge of paradise. She couldn’t fight her body’s needs to take, couldn’t suppress her body’s desires to give, and caught herself in the nick of time before coming.
“Please.” She started to beg, not caring how needy she sounded. She had never felt so deprived and fulfilled at the same time. “Please. I need to come. I can’t hold back anymore.”
Her vision cleared long enough for her to see Jacob smiling up at her, approval and what she could only define as love shining in his eyes. “Then come for us, Angel. Now. Let me feel that hot pussy juice soak my cock and balls. Milk Mitch’s cock with that tight ass as your body convulses around him.”
His erotic words delivered only another push to her already teetering control. Angel lost it, exploding and screaming in a blinding release that shook her to her very soul. Somewhere in the cacophony of her own pleasured cries, she heard Jacob and Mitch grunt with their own releases, felt their hot, sticky juices flow into her pussy and ass.
They collapsed in a heap of sweaty bodies and racing hearts. Long moments passed before any of them attempted to move. Mitch managed first, rolling off of her, taking her with him until she lay on her side between him and Jacob.
He brushed his lips to the back of her head, one hand gliding up and down on her side in a tender caress. “Did I hurt you?”
Angel smiled at Jacob as she answered Mitch. “Magnificently.”
Mitch chuckled, his breath fanning her hair. “I love you.”
Angel smiled, as surprised as she was elated that Mitch was the first to say it aloud. She started to turn to look at him, but Jacob’s words stopped her. “We both do.”
In that moment, she knew what it felt like to truly be full, not just in body as her men had fucked her together mere seconds ago, but in heart as well. Happy tears sprang to her eyes, and she didn’t bother to blink them back. She turned her head and met Mitch’s gaze in the mirror overhead.
“I love you, too.” Her voice choked on the declaration. “Both of you.”
“You realize you’re not leaving town now,” Mitch told her. “That car of yours will stay broken if necessary.”
“I never intended on leaving in the first place.” Angel let out a watery laugh. “Do you honestly think I would risk you two running again? You’re too hard to catch.”
Mitch grinned, a slow, sexy-as-hell curve of his lips that sent her recently sated hormones on a whirlwind of need once more. “You’ve got us now.”
“Both of us,” Jacob added.
“Permanently,” Mitch chimed in.
“Damned right I do.” She caught Mitch’s hand, brought it to her mouth, and kissed it, then turned to brush her lips to Jacob’s. “And no way am I letting either of you go, ever.” Wiggling, she nestled herself more comfortably between her men and drifted to sleep, knowing her chase for happiness was finally over.
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tonya Ramagos is a bestselling author of contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and cowboy novels. She spends most of her time in a fictional world dreaming up hot hunks and headstrong heroines. When she’s not writing she’s reading. Anything from legal and military non-fiction to any genre of romance can be found on her bookshelves and flash drives. Her music tastes are just as varied, with artists ranging from country to rock to heavy metal loading her MP player. Her idea of relaxing is curled on the sofa or on her back deck with a book and her favorite beverage. A single mother of two fantastic boys, she enjoys playing games, dancing, and walking the nature trails around her home in Tennessee.
Also by Tonya Ramagos
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