The Greatest Fight of All (The American Soldier Collection 5)

“Always,” she replied, and he held her expression with such intensity she nearly released a small cry of pleasure.

“Let us take you together,” Brody whispered, adjusting his body and pressing his fingers in and out of her pussy faster. She gripped his wrist and released a small spasm of pleasure as she thrust her breasts upward.

“Yes.”

Brody gently pulled fingers from her pussy then began to help Waylon discard her clothing from her body. She tensed a few times as they adjusted her to their liking.

“Are you in pain?” Waylon asked as he wrapped an arm around her from behind and lifted her up.

“No. With you, only pleasure.”

He kissed along her collarbone then her shoulder.

“We’ll go slow. We don’t have any lube on us. I’ll need to get this sexy ass of yours ready. You just relax and enjoy this. Taking you like this binds our commitment to you and you to us even further. Do you understand?” Waylon, so very serious and intense, made her shake with both anticipation and reservations.

Would it be pleasurable, or was the hype better than the actual act? She was so aroused and so wet right now it didn’t matter. She wanted them everywhere.

“I want it. I want you both. I want to feel safe and loved. I’m tired of being scared, Waylon. I’m tired of feeling incomplete.”

“Come to me, baby,” Brody said. Waylon lifted her up and placed her on a now fully naked Brody. She licked her lips, feeling the sting from the cut there. Brody caressed her cheek then ran a thumb gently below the wound.

“Does it hurt a lot?” he asked as he adjusted his hips.

She shook her head.

Waylon pressed a finger to her pussy. It slid right in because she was so damn wet.

“Jesus, baby, you’re soaked,” he told her. She closed her eyes and moaned as the tiny little spasms of pleasure released. She sure was wet, as he moved his finger from pussy to anus, coating the puckered hole with her own cream.

“Oh God, Waylon, I feel so aroused.”

“I love it baby. I love you, and how you get all wet and ready for our cocks. This ass is mine, darling,” he whispered, pressing against her. Keeping one hand on her shoulder, he squeezed as he pressed his finger through the tight rings of her ass. Back and forth he rotated the digit, and she moaned then reached for her cunt.

Brody gently moved her fingers from her own clit. “Allow me, darling.” She locked gazes with him as Brody stroked her cunt while Waylon thrust his finger back and forth into her anus.

She began to press back then ride their fingers.

“I need you,” Brody whispered, then pulled her to him and kissed her lips. Waylon released his hold on her shoulder, as Brody pulled his fingers from her cunt.

He then moved his hands over her hips and lifted her so that she could take his cock inside of her.

She lifted up, felt the small bit of ache in her lower back, then eased down his shaft.

Brody held her gaze.

“Just like that. Inside of you is heaven, Amelia. Pure heaven.”

She moaned, tilting her head back, moving her pelvis, trying to get him deeper inside of her. She began to ride him, thrusting up and down as quickly as she could,

Brody grabbed her hips. “Slow down, baby, or I’ll come before Waylon is inside of you.”

At that moment she felt Waylon’s hands on her back and his fingers trailing back and forth over the crack of her ass, while his other finger moved smoothly in and out of her ass.

“You’re sopping wet, Amelia. It’s dripping from your pussy.” Waylon pressed a finger against her puckered hole. She moaned then thrust harder onto Brody’s cock.

“That’s it, baby. You like this don’t you? You want to try this? You want both of us together?”

“Yes, oh God, Waylon, please.” She felt another eruption. The sloshing sound filled the room.