“Sarah, not yet. I have to fuck you,” Sam cried out, holding her head still now, easing his thrusts, gasping for breath. “I have to fuck you, Sarah.”
Cade increased his pace. He groaned, harsh, violently as he drove harder into her. She felt his cock pulse one, twice. She screamed around Sam’s erection as she felt the hot, harsh blasts of his sperm deep inside her anus. Then he was sliding away, his hands smoothing over her buttocks.
Sam moved from her mouth. He pushed her to her back, grabbing her legs as he raised them straight up. Holding her ankles at his left shoulder, he positioned his swollen flesh then drove deep, hard, penetrating her soaked, grasping pussy in one hard lunge.
Sarah screamed out at the pleasure. Her head tossed, her body bucking at the incredibly tight fit, the angle of penetration stroking nerves she never knew her body possessed. She couldn’t thrust back, she couldn’t halt the driving thrusts into her. Not that she wanted to. She screamed for more. She begged him to fuck her harder.
Her head tossed, her eyes opening, then widening as she caught sight of the couple on the couch. Brock had Marly on her back, her legs raised, her feet held at his far shoulder. His cock tunneled into her pussy with deep driving strokes, and Sarah glimpsed the base of the plug that she knew stretched the other woman’s ass.
Marly was screaming, bucking into the strong motions of Brock’s hips as he drove the thick shaft home repeatedly. Sarah knew how it filled the other woman, knew the pleasure driving her higher. Just as Sam was driving Sarah higher.
At that moment, Marly’s head tossed, eyes opening, meeting Sarah’s gaze. Dark blue eyes glittered with lust as the woman glanced at her lover watching as he watched Sam fuck Sarah now. There was trust there. Trust and understanding. Sarah fought to answer her look, but Cade chose that moment to come over to her, his lips latching onto her breast, his teeth nipping at her nipple.
Sarah lost what little sanity she may have possessed at that point.
She was poised on a pinnacle of absolute sensation. Every inch of Sam’s fiery erection sent needles of agonizing pleasure straight to her womb, contracting it, making her beg, gasp, plead for a release that wouldn’t come.
She was dying. Sam was sweating, the warm moisture dripped from his hair and fell to her body as he groaned, harsh, desperate sounds erupting from his throat as he fought to throw her over the edge. Her body wouldn’t fall. The climax hovering on the edge of reason would drive her insane.
“Brock,” she screamed his name.
Her body was tight, her orgasm was so near, promising to explode in such pleasure she would die from it, if only it would happen.
“Can’t— can’t hold on—” Sam gasped.
“No. No. Sam. Please—” she screamed out as she felt his cock twitch, pulse, then he was driving it deeper, harder, his release spurting hot and hard inside her as he cried out his own pleasure.
“No,” she begged, near tears, so close. “No. No. Not yet.”
He moved away from her quickly as she reached out for him. Then Brock was there. He was still spike hard, throbbing. He slammed his cock inside her as he lifted her legs as well, pulling her hips to him as he buried his flesh to the hilt. So deep. Oh God. So deep he pierced her soul. He was hotter than a brand, harder, deeper than anything she had ever known. He didn’t pause after entering. He threw himself into her, thrusting mindlessly, chanting her name.
Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream. He pierced her womb, her flesh quivered then erupted around him. She screamed his name as she felt the orgasm shatter her. It tore through her, every bone and muscle in her body, each individual cell exploding in such chaotic pleasure that she wondered if she would survive it.
She felt Brock’s heated release, the hard jerk of his cock inside her, and still her orgasm didn’t ease. It echoed along her body, pulsed in her cunt until she felt a sharp tearing release deep inside her womb.
Shuddering, gasping for breath, her arms fell weakly to her side as her eyes closed. She was soaked with sweat. Hers, Sam’s, Cade’s. Brock’s. She felt it dripping on her body as he moved over her, as hot as tears.
She looked up at him, dazed, blinking at the moisture that fell slowly from his eyes.
“I love you.” Brock lowered her legs as Cade moved back, then came to her, catching himself on his elbows , burying his face in her neck.
His body shuddered. Not sexually, not in climax. Emotionally, desperately. She felt the hot wash of his tears at her neck, his whispered love words.
“I can’t live without you—” she gasped, fighting for breath. “I can’t, Brock. Not now.”
“And you won’t have to,” he whispered at her ear, and she knew he was hiding his emotion, his tears. “Because I couldn’t either, Sarah. I couldn’t. And I won’t.”
She closed her eyes, her arms lifting to hold him close as he wrapped her protectively in his arms.
“Marry me.” The words were more than a surprise to her.
“What?” She looked at him as he raised his head, watching her tearfully, though no more moisture fell.
“Marry me, Sarah.” He touched her cheek, wiping away her own tears. “I can’t lose you, baby. I can’t. Please.”
She smiled, kissed the fingers that glanced her lips.
“I’ll marry you,” she sighed. “But tomorrow. Tonight, I’m really tired, Brock.”