Heather's Gift (Men of August 3)

“Sam. Sam. Oh God. Sam.” Her hands forgot the cocks they were holding and clawed at his arms as pleasure tore through her body. “Please. Please, Sam.”

She fought to free her legs, to impale herself on the erection tearing her pussy apart. She was desperate to climax, to be free of the building pleasure, the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.

Cade cursed again, then heaved back, pulling his cock from the gripping desperate flesh of her vagina as she cried out in shock, in pulsing need. At the same time Sam and Brock released her legs, and Heather surged forward. She turned on Sam, her lips moving to his, her hands gripping his hair as she pushed him to the mattress.

She heard his chuckle, the happiness, the joy in it a second before she mounted the hard cock rising between his thighs. She gave her body no time to adjust to it, no warning before she impaled herself on the bulging erection rising eagerly to her hungry cunt.

Her wail was one of pleasure, pain, sensation tearing through her body as her muscles parted for the desperate thrust. Sam groaned out beneath her, his hands gripping her hips as Brock moved before her, his cock nudging at her lips.

Control was stripped away in the desperation of the moment. Behind her, she felt the relaxing of the anal plug as Cade released the air that had inflated it. Then she moaned in rising pleasure as he pulled it free of her gripping depths.

“Now, Heather,” Sam growled, holding her thighs tight, stilling her as Brock’s cock pushed into her mouth. “Now, you see…”

Her eyes widened as she felt Cade move behind her as Sam’s hands moved to the cheeks of her rear, parting them, revealing the stretched hole of her anus. A second later, the broad head of Cade’s cock tucked against it.

“Easy, baby,” Sam whispered beneath her. “Slow and easy, Heather.”

She moaned around the flesh filling her mouth, suckling at it desperately, whimpering as she felt Cade slide slowly, so damned slow past the tight ring of muscles that spasmed around his flesh. Her cunt clenched around Sam’s cock, growing tighter, ever tighter as Cade forged into the heated depths of her anus.

Desperate male groans and whispered accolades shimmered on the moist air around them. Heather trembled, shuddered, weak with arousal and more than thankful as she felt Sam’s hands brace her upper body, holding her arm, aiding her in maintaining the position needed to nurse at the thick cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. The clean male taste of the burgeoning flesh, the heated length rasping over her tongue made her hungry, greedy for more. Behind her, Cade was splitting her muscles apart, the hot tight pinch of pain a heady contrast to the exquisite pleasure of Sam’s cock stretching her cunt.

She was filled, overfilled, and couldn’t help the intense cry that escaped her throat as Cade surged those last inches inside her ass. She was impaled, taken, possessed. She was the center of three hearts, and the holder of one desperate man’s soul, and she gloried in it all.

As though the last impalement behind her was all that was needed, the three men began to move. Perfectly synchronized, their bodies rising and falling, pushing in, pulling out, in perfect accord. A natural, heady dance of such sensuality, such erotic excess that Heather lost all sense of reality. A pulsing tempo of desire, passion, lust and love filled the air. Heated male groans, whispered entreaties, and thick hard flesh stroking her most sensitive, tightest regions was more than her system could process at one time.

Her mouth tightened on Brock’s cock, her hands tightened in Sam’s hair as his mouth latched on an engorged nipple, sucking it deep and hard into his mouth. And farther below, as thick, throbbing cocks began to power hard and deep inside her, she tightened sensitive muscles, growling as the hot flesh stroked delicate tissue in ever increasing thrusts.

She was fighting for breath, fighting for sanity as electricity began to travel through her body, lightning arcing, sensation ripping through her spasming womb as Cade and Sam began to fuck her harder, groaning, cocks throbbing as Brock gripped the halfway point of his cock and began to stroke harder inside her suckling mouth. She was going to come. She was going to explode. Disintegrate.

Her body stiffened, tightened, her gaze darkening as she lifted her eyes to Brock in supplication. She couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t bear it. The pleasure, the sensations, the very depth of emotions were rocking through her like a tidal wave of ever increasing pleasure.

As though that connection, that pleading glance lit a fuse, she felt Brock stiffen.

“Sam, I can’t wait.” His body bucked, his cock drove into her mouth again, then again as behind her, below her, Cade and Sam increased their thrusts, the pleasure, and she died.

She was only vaguely aware that the sound of suckling lips was overly loud to her dazed senses. The sound of wet thrusts, male groans and heated adoration was too much. She exploded as Brock pulled free of her mouth, a cry tearing from her throat.

She felt her body jerking, convulsing, her juices spraying from her cunt as her body shuddered in hard, involuntary spasms. Her womb rippled, clenched, her anus tightening as Cade groaned behind her a second before he blasted the hot depths of her ass with his desperate release.

Sam cried out below her, words of love, of need, emotional, intense as another climax tore through her, pouring over his cock as he thrust harder, deeper inside her. And still her pussy milked him, clenching on his flesh.

She could hear Cade behind her, a last groan tearing from his chest as her muscles continued to tighten on him, on Sam, before he slowly pulled free of her. Then amazingly, shockingly, Brock gripped her hips, his still hard cock thrusting into her ass as Sam stilled for only the time it took for his brother to begin a series of hard, quick thrusts inside her.

“Sam, Sam…” she chanted his name. “God help me, I love you, Sam.”

Pivotal, intense, the words shattered his control. He heaved beneath her, burying his cock deep and hard inside her as Brock blasted her with his own release. Sam filled her. His seed jetted to her womb, triggering another harder, deeper climax that had her body tightening to a point that she felt she would shatter. And then she did. Like a veil of night, the pulsing emotion and deepening, agonizing pleasure overwhelmed her senses as she slumped against the man that she knew would hold her, heart and soul, for eternity.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Sam held her close, still a part of her body, unable to pull himself free, to move her fragile weight from his chest. The scent of sex and semen, and raw, unbridled emotion still filled the air. But there was no scent of blood. For the first time in his life, he could smell the raw, earthy scent of sex, and smell no blood.

Her body was soaked with her own release, as well as theirs. Her hair was thoroughly damp, falling over her shoulder and his to trail to the mattress beneath them. He pretended that the moisture on his face was his own sweat, but he knew it for the tears it was. He held her close, rocking her, and let them fall.

It wasn’t the sexuality or the lust that fulfilled him in sharing her. It went deeper, further than that. She knew a pleasure now that he alone could never give her. It was an unselfish giving from his soul. In sharing her with the men who were as much a part of him as any other human could be, he gave her more than he could ever give her alone. Sensations, emotions, a protection and an acceptance that would never dim.

In his soul he realized now why one of his brothers could walk into a room, smell the scent of the other on his woman, and know pride rather than jealousy, regret or guilt. They would be there when he couldn’t be. She would have three measures of support, rather than just one. She would have three of him.

“Sam?” Cade’s voice was soft, relaxed. Sam hadn’t heard that quality in his voice in years.