The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers (Lover's Triangle 3)

His fingers withdrew from her. Scarlet released him.

Sam stared deep into her eyes as the head of his cock glided along her moist folds, then her clit, sending shock waves through her.

“Stop torturing me,” she begged. “I need you. As much as I need Michael.” Whose muscular chest was melded to her back. He kissed her neck. Driving her wild.

Sam gripped her thigh and hoisted her leg a bit higher so that it was slung over his waist and she was fully open to him. His tip pushed in, ever so gently, ever so slightly, with the same caution Michael had employed.

While her pulse raced at the great care they took with her, Scarlet’s body yearned to be filled by them.

Her sensible mind told her to keep her mouth shut and let them do precisely what they knew how to do. Her newly developed lascivious side longed to plead, or demand, or do whatever the hell she had to in order to convince Michael and Sam that she could handle this—and that she was dying to experience them at the same time.

Sam entered her. Slowly. Seductively slowly. Scarlet’s eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head.

“Oh. My. God.” She caught her lower lip with her teeth. Tried to catalog every single sensation, but there were just too many of them all at once.

Both men were huge inside her, stretching her, making her feel … complete. But it was more than that. The sensation swelled far beyond that. She was engulfed in every physical, emotional, and visceral nuance. Surrounded by Michael and Sam, everything about them infiltrating her senses and entrancing her. So that she wasn’t just filled with their cocks but by their very essence.

At first, she couldn’t move. She simply soaked it all in. Let the beauty of the moment overtake her.

And they let her.

Then her hips began to undulate and the men fell into pace with her. Sam’s mouth returned to her breasts, keeping her nipples puckered. Michael’s hand slipped around to her front and he rubbed her clit.

Scarlet knew she wouldn’t last long. How could she? It made her head spin and her heart hammer to be the recipient of such ardent affection.

She wasn’t the only one enjoying the ride. Both men’s breath labored. They pushed a little harder, a little deeper, inside her. Scarlet was floating on some mystical cloud, wholly losing herself to the feeling of them both stroking her inner walls, both nipping at her skin, both touching her in ways that were incredible individually but exceptional in tandem.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I … Oh, fuck.” There was too much happening to her body to think or speak cogently. Except that some sort of carnal responsiveness overcame her and Scarlet heard murmurs from her lips that she couldn’t control, didn’t even know what she was about to say before the words rolled so easily off her tongue.

“Fuck me,” she said as Sam stared into her eyes again. “I want more.”

His jaw clenched. His sky–blue eyes darkened. His cock pumped faster.

“Yes,” she told him, her pulse soaring. “Make me come.” She ripped her gaze from Sam and it locked with Michael’s over her shoulder. “Please,” she insisted. “I’m so close. I need this. Make me come. Make us all come.”

The three of them moved together, the cadence hastening, their breathing escalating. Until Scarlet reached the breaking point. It was all too much—in the most phenomenal way.

Sam thrust deep. Michael massaged the pearl between her legs as his cock slid along her narrow canal.

“Yes,” she mumbled as the sensations bloomed. “Oh, God, yes!” Everything erupted within her and Scarlet screamed in pure ecstasy.

“Goddamn!” Sam ground out. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight. Jesus, Scarlet. Yes!”

She felt the violent tremors through his body. Felt his hot seed fill her as his cock pulsated.

Michael continued stroking inside and out. His warm breath was on her neck. His body was tense and she knew he was damn close, too.

Sam was still buried in her pussy, keeping the excitement thrumming in her veins.

“You feel so fucking good,” Michael ground out. “Too damn good.” The quaking overtook him, too, as he exploded inside her, calling her name.

Scarlet’s inner muscles clenched and released, milking their cocks, drawing out their pleasure, and sparking more of hers until another orgasm rippled through her, stealing her breath.

They remained entangled, the air around them crackling. Scarlet’s eyes were closed and she basked in the afterglow. Her skin tingled and flames licked at all her most sensitive areas.

There was absolutely nowhere on the planet she’d rather be than lying between these two incredible men, their limbs twisted, their breaths coming in heavy pulls. It was a high Scarlet didn’t think she’d ever come down from. Made all the more scintillating because neither Michael nor Sam seemed inclined to unravel from the threesome.

When she finally opened her eyes, she found Sam watching her, his irises shimmering warmly. He swept his fingertips across her cheek. Kissed her softly as Michael’s lips whisked over her shoulder and along her neck. Scarlet’s entire spirit ascended to some higher plane she’d never experienced before. She was beyond elated. Had never felt so satisfied. So fulfilled.