Stroke of Luck - Opal Carew Page 0,54

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He groaned, then moved back, his shaft caressing her passage. Then he thrust forward again, stealing her breath.

Austin’s head was on the pillow beside them as he watched, his hand firmly around his cock, stroking its generous length.

Quinn drew back again, then thrust deep.

“Ohhh, yes.” Her insides melted into a quivering mass.

Quinn kept thrusting. When she squeezed around his massive shaft, her pleasure skyrocketed, and she felt dizzy.

He pumped deeper. And faster.

“Oh, God.” She felt tears welling in her eyes.

Having Quinn making love to her … Being married to him …

Her heart swelled as bliss surged through her. She arched against him, taking his cock deeper still.

“Are you close, baby?” Quinn whispered in her ear, his voice raspy.

She nodded, unable to utter words. She wrapped her legs around his thighs and pulled him tighter, arching up again to take him as deep as she could. His cock twitched, and then he groaned and erupted inside her.

The heat of his liquid seed filling her threw her over the edge. She clutched his shoulders and moaned, flying to ecstasy. He continued rocking his hips, keeping her orgasm going on and on.

Finally, he collapsed against her. She slid her arms around him, holding him in a tight embrace. Her breasts were crushed against his chest, and their hearts pounded in unison.

After several long moments, Quinn drew back. He smiled warmly, then kissed her, a long, lingering kiss. Then he rolled to his side beside her. His hand covered her breast, then glided down her stomach and over her mound. She sucked in a breath as he stroked her clit.

“Austin, she’s still primed.”

Austin still stroked his cock, and she watched the purple head bob up and down from his fist.

She smiled. “I don’t want to neglect my second husband.” She opened her arms to him.

Immediately, he prowled on top of her, his cock still in his fist. He pressed it to her slick flesh and glided the top along her length several times.

“It was fucking hot watching the two of you go at it,” Austin said, his teal eyes sparking with need.

“And now you want to fuck me really badly, right?”

He eased into her wetness just a little. Her insides ached, wanting him deeper.

“You fucking know it.” His voice was coarse with desire.

“So fuck me, Austin. I’m all yours.”

He groaned and impaled her.

She gasped. “Oh, yes.”

He gathered her close and thrust into her again. Her head started to spin, her last orgasm still vibrating through her.

“I’m going to make you come, sweetheart. Just like Quinn just did.” His voice was deep and urgent.

“Yesss,” she hissed, tightening her arms around him.

He pumped into her, sweeping her right back into bliss. Her body quivered, and pleasure pummeled through her with each thrust of his cock.

“Ohhhh, Austin.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He drove deep again. “Tell me.”

“I’m … coming,” she murmured in a bare whisper.

Then she moaned as exquisite delight rippled through her. He began pounding into her, then jerked forward and groaned. More hot male essence filled her as he found his release.

She moaned as the orgasm continued to wash over her in waves. Quinn covered her breast with his warm hand and stroked while Austin found her clit with his fingers as he kept moving inside her. Her pleasure crested, then slowly faded back to a soft glow of delight.

Finally, Austin rolled onto his back and sucked in air.

“You are the most fucking amazing woman I’ve ever met,” Austin said.

“That’s the truth,” Quinn agreed.

She gazed up at Quinn. His face was perched on his hand, his elbow digging into the pillow, as he watched her. His eyes glowed with warmth, filling her with a delightful quivering feeling.

“Well, I think my two husbands are pretty amazing, too.”

Her time with these two men might be short, but she was thankful for every second she had with them. And would cling to these memories for the rest of her life.

* * *

April stepped out of the shower and grabbed a fluffy towel to dry off. Both her enthusiastic husbands had joined her, and while their big soapy hands stroked over every part of her body, she’d never felt so thoroughly clean … and so deliciously dirty.

She walked into the bedroom and glanced around for her dress but couldn’t see it anywhere. Quinn, who was right behind her, a towel draped casually around his waist, walked to the dresser and pulled out some new boxers, then dropped his towel. Her gaze fell to his hard, muscular butt. She felt the urge to