“Let Daddy hear it,” Heath says, sounding very pleased with himself. “We’re going to fuck you now, little miss. Nobody can hear you cry, so let it all out.”
“It’s too much,” I beg.
“Shh… We know.” He grips my hips, holding me still as he starts to retreat. “But soon it will be just right.”
Wyatt thrusts home, and I scream. Not from pain, but from startling pleasure. “Oh God, oh God, oh God…”
Heath rocks forward as Wyatt retreats, nailing my G-spot, and I start to shake.
“Gonna fill you up,” Wyatt groans. “You gonna milk us both at the same time? Think I’ll feel Heath come inside you like this?”
I mumble something, truly helpless now. My body twists with each thrust and parry, slick fluids making it all work even though it seems impossible.
And then Wyatt wraps his arms around me, cupping my breasts as he bends me up, taking over the cradling of my body from Heath. And Heath, beneath me, finds my clit with his fingers, and pinches it gently.
I didn’t realize I was so close to my orgasm, but now it’s ripping through me, a shattering climax that tears me into a thousand pieces.
As I come apart in Wyatt’s arms, they jerk their hips faster, harder, powering toward their own releases. And when Heath buries his cock deep inside me, the throbbing pulse and the twisted expression on his face matching clues he’s gone over, Wyatt joins him.
For a long, staggering moment, they are both throbbing inside me, filling me, and every inch of my hyper-aroused sex can feel it. The spurts, the contractions. As if they’re pouring their souls into me.
I twist my shaking arms up behind me, catching Wyatt’s neck and holding him close. His mouth finds mine, and he kisses me through the sensitive withdrawals, and then Heath is sitting up, and I’m in his lap, kissing him, too.
All three of us tumble to the bed, our kisses as ravenous as before we got started.
Heath slips away to start the shower, and then Wyatt carries me.
For once, it may be a necessity. I’m not sure I can walk, and I don’t care to try.