They were f**king her. Tongues, fingers, suckling lips at her clit. They were destroying her. Minutes later she felt thickly lubricated fingers easing into the damp entrance behind. Mac’s teeth were scraping over the curves of her rear as her body opened for him, taking the penetration of first one finger, then two.
Jethro was licking, sucking her clit. His fingers were impaling her vagina, sliding deep, curling and stroking until she wondered if she would ever be able to live without both of them. Both of her men touching her. Both of them stroking her.
Her mouth was filled with Jethro’s erection, but her senses were so scattered that tormenting him was out of the question. She could barely breathe. Barely cry out her pleasure.
“Fuck! I’m going to come like this.” Jethro jerked his c**k back, his fingers sliding from her as Mac’s slid into her rear, hard and deep.
“No!” She needed Jethro back. Needing his fingers pumping into her. She was so close. Sensation gathering upon sensation and threatening to explode through her.
She was being moved. Lifted. Her legs spread as a hard c**k pressed against the opening of her pu**y. A second later, it drove deep and hard inside her as hard hands on her h*ps slammed her down.
“Tight. So frickin tight.” Jethro was beneath her. His c**k filled her.
Keiley forced her eyes opened as hands, Mac’s, Jethro’s, she wasn’t certain, pressed her against his chest.
“Jethro.” She stared up at him, fighting for breath as his hand smoothed her hair back from her face and behind her, Mac worked more of the cool lubrication into her rear.
“We have you, sweetheart,” he groaned.
“Jethro.”
“Yes, baby.”
Behind her, she felt Mac move closer, felt the thick crest of his c**k press against the entrance to her rear.
“I need more,” she moaned desperately, tightening on the c**k spearing her pu**y as she felt Mac opening her behind.
She needed that touch of pain. Needed it with a sudden hunger that raged inside her and sent her senses careening.
“Easy, Kei.” Mac’s voice was hard as she tried to press back, tried to take more than he was giving her.
He was too slow. Too easy.
“Now.” The strangled demand was more of a cry. “Now, Mac.”
She couldn’t wait. The need was tearing her apart, hunger and lust and forbidden pleasure whipping through her like a conflagration racing toward the fiery explosion.
The head of his c**k stretched her, burned her. Hard hands held her, controlled her.
“Fuck! She’s tight,” Jethro groaned beneath her as Mac eased in further.
Panting, Keiley forced herself to still beneath them, waiting. Waiting. Seconds later their hold eased. Behind her, Mac whispered her name as she felt Jethro ease back. Just enough. His c**k retreated just enough to allow her to move.
Before they could stop her, before their restraining hands could hold her still, she bore back, her h*ps jerking onto the two invading erections with a force that slammed Jethro fully inside her pu**y and forced Mac’s c**k more than halfway inside.
“Oh God!” she screamed out at the sensations. Fire and pleasure rained inside her, exploded, and echoed with a force she didn’t think she could survive.
Male voices cursed. Hands gripped her. She used her muscles to tighten on them, to draw Mac deeper, to hold Jethro inside her, and her mind shattered.
“Fuck me!” she cried out, her fingers curling into Jethro’s shoulders as she fought their hold. “Now, damn you. Now.”
She couldn’t have imagined more, better, harder. But they gave it to her. The tightly leashed control they used when taking her together shattered. With a hard jerk of his h*ps Mac plunged inside her rear, burying full-length, filling her, stretching her, burning her.
Jethro retreated, but as he thrust inside her again, Mac was retreating, repeating, so attuned to her body, to each other’s movements, that within seconds the synchronized thrusts kept her filled, kept her burning higher, hotter, racing through her mind and her senses until they exploded with a force that convulsed her entire body.
Never-ending. The orgasm that claimed her seemed to never stop. Powerful, violent spasms ripped through her body, jerking through her muscles and tightening tender tissue on the impalements tormenting her.
Their cries joined hers, and seconds later their thrusts were harder, deeper, the lava-hot spurts of their se**n filling her and sparking a second, harder orgasm inside her as two male voices grated their devotion in each ear.