Compromising Love (The American Soldier Collection 10)

She sucked and bobbed her head as they worked in sync. The sensations, the fullness and connection was overwhelming.

“Fuck I’m there. She’s so damn tight,” Winter said as he came inside of her.

Storm continued to fuck her slowly, deeply, being sure to not hurt her and she loved him for it.

York pulled from her mouth and she gasped.

“When I come, it’s going to be in your ass, baby, with Weston’s dick filling your pussy.”

Storm wrapped an arm around her waist and hoisted her up as his strokes grew deeper and faster as Winter pulled from her body.

Weston took his place and she straddled his hips but couldn’t take his dick inside of her because Storm was grunting and thrusting into her ass.

Her pussy clenched and spasmed. She felt it grow thick.

“Please. Oh God, I need more,” she said.

Storm’s fingers found her clit and he pulled on it, rubbed her juices around in a circular formation. She grew closer and closer to her orgasm when he pulled his fingers away, and Weston grabbed her hips, aligned his cock with her cunt, and shoved her downward.

She screamed out her release as both cocks filled her deeply.

“Oh, Aspen.” Storm growled and pumped his hips then shot his seed into her ass.

Weston cupped her breasts and pulled her lower to kiss her deeply. Storm pulled from her, letting the palms of his hands caress down her back and squeeze her ass cheeks as he pulled away.

Weston then thrust upward bringing her back to the point of pleasure as another orgasm instantly started to build. She was so turned on by all of this and then felt the tip of York’s cock at her anus and his one hand on her shoulder.

She widened her thighs and lifted up.

Smack.

“Oh!” she cried, out not expecting the slap to her ass.

“Fuck,” York said and pushed into her ass then smacked her ass cheek again. He rubbed where he spanked her.

“Look at that nice shade of pink on her ass. I own this ass, baby. We all do. Hold on, Weston and I are going to take you for a ride.” She lost her breath as both men began to fuck into her together. Weston kissed her, pulled on her tongue, and nipped her lips while York held her hips and pounded into her ass from behind her. The sounds that echoed through the room were insane.

She couldn’t take much more as she lost all ability to remain upright as she screamed her release.

Weston followed, holding her against his chest as he thrust his hips and came hard. Behind her York held himself deep and roared as he shot his seed into her ass.

Their panting and ragged breaths filled the room.

“Oh God, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again,” she said and they chuckled. She instantly felt them pulling from her body, and then she felt their caresses and the warm washcloth cleaning her up. She couldn’t even open her eyes. Only briefly as each of them kissed her lips and she blinked her eyes only to see who it was.

“Weston?” she whispered as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the living room and toward the stairs. That was the last thing she remembered before exhaustion overtook her.

* * * *

Weston felt the dampness against his chest. The mumbled whimpers and the nails that dug into his skin. It awoke him from his sleep and now Aspen was rocking against him and curling up.

“Easy, Aspen. You’re okay,” Storm told her as he caressed her back.

Weston cringed from the bite of her nails digging into him. “You’re safe.”

“York, get the light. The one on the bedside. Turn it on, hurry.” Storm gave the order.

York moved quickly and the light slightly illuminated the room.