Christina blinked several times, trying to focus. Saint’s facial muscles pulled tight and his muscles gleamed with a fine coat of perspiration. They locked gazes when Teslar lifted her in his strong arms, holding her back against his chest. Saint held up h
is cock. Christina noticed the fleshy, arrow-shaped crown glistened with his seed.
Teslar held her with an encircling arm around her waist. His fingers gently parted her sex.
He lowered her toward Saint’s awaiting penis.
She shook in Teslar’s hold as he slowly impaled her on Saint’s cock. Once he was fully sheathed in her pussy and she rested in his lap, she placed her hands on Saint’s chest and tried desperately to catch her breath.
She felt so full…so incendiary. Saint placed his hands on her face, cradling her jaw, pulling her down until her hard nipples brushed his chest. His cock lurched and swelled inside her clenching hold.
“I love you,” he whispered roughly.
Her face convulsed with emotion and mounting sensation when she felt Teslar part her buttocks.
“I love you too. But I can’t. I can’t hold you both.”
A single tear fell from Saint glistening eyes. “If you cannot, then I cannot contain him. Please, Stina.”
She gasped at the feeling of Teslar’s hot, heavy, lubricated cock sliding between her buttocks. Her pussy tightened around Saint and his lips twisted into a snarl.
“Yes. All right,” she granted.
His lips silently mouthed his gratitude, and Christina was filled with a sense of determination and love.
The crown of Teslar’s cock slipped into her. She gritted her teeth as he paused behind her.
“She’s too tight,” Teslar said in a choked voice.
“No!” Christina managed between pants. “I can do it.”
She held Saint’s stare as she pressed back slightly and the shaft of Teslar’s cock pushed farther into the nerve-packed channel of her ass. The pressure and the ensuing friction of holding both males nearly overwhelmed her. They filled her to capacity. Her entire body quaked when Teslar managed to stuff another few inches into her.
All of them groaned at once.
Christina felt like they’d carefully built a fire in her flesh and a flame was ready to be tossed, creating a conflagration. In the far distance of her consciousness, she felt the earth shudder beneath her. The ancient timbers that reinforced the chamber creaked and moaned. One of them snapped loudly as it splintered.
Saint put his hands on her hips and lifted her several inches off his cock. It gave Teslar the give he needed. Teslar growled as he flexed his hips, pressing his testicles against her ass.
Saint reached with his thumb, rubbing her clit briskly.
“Come for us, Stina,” he demanded in a rough whisper. “Come for me.”
He settled her back on his cock and she followed his order, exploding in climax.
A moment later she stared down at Saint’s enraptured face as her entire world quaked and rattled. Clumps of dirt and splinters of wood fell to the floor of the chamber while Saint held her ass steady and Teslar fucked her from behind, his grunts and growls blending with the creaks of the wood reinforcement and the crumbling earth.
But none of them seemed capable of reacting to anything but the hot inferno of their need.
“Your ass is on fire,” Saint growled.
She grimaced as Teslar thrust into her, and his pelvis made a smacking sound against her buttocks. She stared at Saint in dawning wonder.
“I can feel it,” he mumbled. Sweat drenched his face now. “We’re dying in your fires, lovely.”
The chamber shook around them. Teslar plunged into her and an otherworldly howl tore from his throat. Christina felt both males swell inside of her, the sensation causing an orgasm to zip up her spine like lightning. Her scream of shocked pleasure twined with Saint’s shout.
A dark veil fell over her consciousness as ecstasy engulfed her.