What She Needs (Cape May 3)

“Oh God, yes. Yes!”

Devon picked up the pace, fucking her a little faster, while Con seemed content to take his time. Tory’s body held both men tight. Devon’s hips slammed against hers as he pumped her ass with his cock. Con let loose a low growl and began moving in time with Devon. Soon both men were dancing to the same rhythm. Con’s fingers dug into her hips as he thrust hard. Devon shouted her name and hammered her ass. Once. Twice. Suddenly both men erupted, jets of hot come spilling inside. Tory felt every pump, every spasm of their cocks, and it spurred on her own orgasm. She flew over the edge, barely aware of Con’s strong arms surrounding her and Devon’s gentle hands petting her hair and back. She collasped on top of Con, her breathing ragged, their sweat mingling.

Devon carefully slid out of her body, then plopped down on the bed beside them. He reached out and brushed a lock of hair off her face as Con kissed the top of her head and whispered, “Thank you, baby.”

Tory blinked away some of her lethargy. “For what?”

“For not giving up on me.”

She forced her limp neck muscles to lift her head and realized he was staring at Devon. Both men turned their gazes toward her and grinned. “I love you,” she blurted out, again, as her watery gaze took in the sight of them. They were a whole lot wild, slightly sex-crazed and just a tad dysfunctional. And they were all hers.

“Damn,” Devon groaned. “I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that, sugar.”

“Ditto,” Con agreed before swatting her bottom. “Now, who’s up for round two?”

Tory let out a deep sigh. “I love Valentine’s Day.”