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Remy’s cock was a little thicker, darker. She’d guess ten
inches in length. His foreskin was already rolled down to reveal his purplish
glans.

Jaxon’s was proportionate to his size, about eight inches,
long enough to please any woman or man and as thick as his wrist. His glans was
plum-shaped, his balls hairless, making him look neat and tidy, delicious.

She couldn’t say when or how she reached the bed. A smooth
hand wrapped around her wrist, tugging her closer, helping her onto the
mattress.

She had to climb over Jaxon to find her place in the middle.
Unlike when they walked with her hand in hand, they’d flipped sides, presumably
so that their dominant hands, Remy’s left, Jaxon’s right, had better access to
her.

“I think I’ve interrupted your fun time with Jaxon’s cock,”
Eve said, hoping she sounded calm when her heart was pounding and her clit was
throbbing.

“That’s okay, Eve, there’s plenty of time in the night.”

“You said I could take a taste of Jaxon’s cock,” she
reminded, pouting.

“You’ll get your turn. Right now, we’re going to take care
of you. Isn’t that right, Jax?”

Jaxon turned toward her, followed by Remy, both men boxing
her in, protecting her. Twin mouths, one softer, Jaxon’s, the other more
recognizable, Remy’s, kissed her cheeks, trailing to her jaw, farther to her
throat.

Eve didn’t expect to melt the second they began kissing her.
She didn’t expect to become so wet that she knew she’d leave a wet spot on the
bed.

Vaguely aware that at some point the men had turned the
duvet down so that it was at the foot of the bed, she appreciated the pillow
behind her head. She needed it. Remy and Jaxon didn’t have an ounce of fat on
their bodies, but their weight and their proximity covered her more effectively
than any blanket could.

“I want to play,” she murmured, trying her best to reach something,
anything and miraculously finding Jaxon’s smooth cock.

Ringing him with her fingers, she loved having the
opportunity to stroke his shaft, taking her time, feeling him lengthen and
thicken in her hand. Jaxon lifted his head from where he’d been feasting on her
throat.

“That’s it, baby girl, stroke me,” he encouraged, shifting
his hips so she could grasp him tighter. He was smooth, sexy and slick muscle,
heavy and yet vulnerable to her touch.

Trailing her hand up to tease his glans, she discovered pre-cum
dampening his crown. With her thumb, she rubbed it all around his head,
smoothing it down his veined shaft.

“That’s it,” he continued to murmur, thrusting into her
fist.

Remy caught her other hand, bringing it to his big cock and
helping her ring him at the base. “Get us good and hard for you, sugar.”

“You already are,” she pointed out, gripping him as best as
she could and still jerk Jaxon’s penis without causing him harm. “I want to
please you and Jaxon.”

“You are,” Jaxon uttered, thrusting into her hand even as he
lowered his head to her throat, delivering stinging, biting kisses to her most
vulnerable vein. Thrills shot up and down her spine, the tension within her
pussy mounting.

Remy and Jaxon’s hands began exploring her body, leisurely
taking their time discovering her erogenous zones, the base of her rib cage,
the curve of her hips, her underarms, her inner thighs and backs of her knees.

Remy’s stroke was constant, heavier, slightly rougher, but,
oh, wonderfully warm when he slid his palm over her breast and squeezed, she
arched, seeking something, sex, cock, release from the achingly sweet tension
that ratcheted higher.

Jaxon’s caress was soft, and his nails were blunt. When he
caressed, he did so with a slow deliberation that seemed to zap straight to the
heart of her pussy, making her wetter.

Two hands cupped her breasts now, the differences so
incredibly wonderful that the strengths in their caresses gave her a sense of
rightness that couldn’t be explained. Yin and yang, dark and light, hot and
warm, a gazillion sensations, all good, all deliciously, indescribably good and
yet there was more to come.

Jaxon’s fingers tightened on her nipple, tweaking it,
pinching it. He wasn’t gentle. She didn’t need gentle, she needed to feel. The
harder he pinched, the more she felt, the greater the pleasure storming through
her.

“Ohmigod,” she whispered, tossing her head back, welcoming
the slight sting that resulted when he pinched hard enough to make it seem as
if he declared ownership.

“Don’t be scared,” he warned, having broken off from the
feast he’d made of her throat and kissed his way to her breast. Her neck burned
from his sucking. Surely he’d left his mark.

Squeezing her breast in his hand, he elicited moans from her
throat as she pushed herself farther into his mouth. He suckled, licked,
driving her insane with need.

Jaxon bit down, easing off the pressure before he induced
too much discomfort. Eve went wild, bucking up at him when a rush of heat
swarmed her breast and pussy simultaneously.

Remy lowered his head to her other breast, suckling gently.
The alternating sensations—gentle suction to dark, edgy eroticism—drove her
absolutely crazy.

“You are the perfect woman for us,” Jaxon declared before
biting at her nipple and drawing her deep into his mouth and sucking so
strongly, he lifted her right off the bed.

“I need to come!”

“You will, sugar, you will come plenty.”

“Do I have to beg? Fuck me!” she cried out, realizing she
still managed to grip their penises.

Resuming her jerking motions, she worked their manly flesh,
loving the thickness and length of Remy’s cock, learning the beauty of Jaxon’s
smoother shaft and velvet soft cockhead.

Both men drew off her nipples, giving her body a brief rest
before resuming their kisses down her body. Every inch they kissed came alive.
Every part of her that was female was wide awake, but the further they traveled
made it near impossible to jerk them off.

“I can’t reach your cocks,” she complained, trying to
shuffle her way closer.

“He’s hung, isn’t he?” Jaxon asked, obviously referring to
Remy.

“He’s beautiful. You’re both beautiful,” Eve declared.

“Thank you, sugar,” Remy said. “Later, he’s going to fuck my
ass while I fuck you. You okay with that?”

“Yes, anything you want,” she said, tossing her head. “Remy,
please, please, make love to me.”

“I am, Eve, so is Jax,” he answered.

Two heads, one predominately white, the other predominately
black, continued onward in their destination. Remy’s calloused hand reached her
drenched pussy, his fingers working their way through her slit and into her
depths, pushing into her.

Jaxon’s smooth fingers and manicured nails scratched their
way to her inner thighs, coaxing her legs apart. “Eat her up, Remy.”

“Hmm, yes,” Remy murmured, peppering kisses from her
bellybutton to her pussy, his fingers withdrawing from her sheath when he
reached her clit.

“Holy moly!” she gasped, her hands dropping to the bed in
order to grip the sheets.

Remy was fabulous at oral sex. He knew precisely how to work
her clitoris, tonguing her with a ruthless determination to get her off.

“Let me taste,” Jaxon demanded harshly.

“Ouch, Jax, that hurt,” Remy rumbled, lifting his head.

Caught up in what Remy had been doing to her, Eve realized
she’d closed her eyes. Opening them again, she looked down. The men were right
there, kneeling between her wide-spread thighs, staring at her pussy as if she
were a feast laid out for twin gods.

What shocked her even more was the fact that Jaxon had
snagged the back of Remy’s hair and must have jerked him up and off her. The
next thing she knew, Remy grabbed Jaxon, dragging him up against his body and
kissing the ever-loving hell out of him.

Jaxon made a dark, guttural sound. Their mouths parted,
tongues lashing at each other, driving in deep. It was Remy who broke apart,
caught Jaxon by his nape and practically shoved her blond lover’s head down to
her lap.

“Kiss her, suck her and make her come,” Remy urged.

“How can I resist? I smell you on her,” Jaxon claimed,
settling in between her thighs and running his tongue through her feminine
cum-soaked folds. Eve began shaking, the pleasure tearing through her body so
intense, she feared she might faint. But if she did she’d regret it forever.

Continuing to conquer her, Jax’s tongue found her tender,
needy clit. Climax neared, the tension threatening to break her wide open.

“Jax have mercy, I beg you. I beg you to fuck me.” Begging
only made Jaxon slow the hell down, so slow, she feared he’d stop. But no, he
didn’t, he licked her clit, keeping her suspended on the edge of orgasm.

“Get down here, Remy, let’s feast together,” Jax dared Remy.
“Open up a bit wider, baby girl.”

Wider? She couldn’t possibly do that, at least not until
Jaxon worked two long, manly fingers into her cunt and began thrusting,
fingering her deep. He crooked his finger, finding her automatic orgasm
trigger, her G-spot.

Eve came lightning fast, dampening Jaxon’s fingers. He
didn’t mind. He feasted, followed by Remy who dove between her legs and latched
onto her clit, sucking her through another orgasm.

Despite the orgasms she’d had, they didn’t stop. Two male
mouths worked her pussy, licking, nibbling, driving her hard until she came,
the rush of blood and release thrilling her to her marrow as their tongues
brought her back to earth.

“You killed me,” she uttered, hearing herself utter some
sort of grunt-hum combination. “That or I’m in heaven.”

“The night’s only just started,” Jaxon said, pressing a
gentle kiss to her clit before carefully crawling up her body to relax at her
side.

“Need a minute or I might pass out,” she warned, smiling
when she felt Remy’s body connect against her other side.

The three of them held each other just like that for a
little while. They’d not even had intercourse and Eve felt connected to Jaxon
and Remy in a way she hoped never ended.

“You two haven’t come,” she whispered. “I can return the
favor.”

“Later you can, baby girl. This time is all about you.”

“It should be about each other,” she said.

“It will be. By pleasuring you, we are pleasured.” Remy
tightened his arm around her then brought his hand up to her face. “Can I kiss
you?”

“Yes, please,” she agreed, offering her mouth to her
wonderful lover.

Remy kissed her, the passion they shared igniting as hot as
the campfire where they’d first become lovers. His tongue parted her lips,
entering, making love to her with a kiss.

He lifted his head, letting her look over at Jaxon. Jaxon
lifted up, swooping in to resume kissing her with all-consuming passion,
filling her with all-consuming joy and a hint of chocolaty-minty freshness.
Belatedly noting the mint, she looked around when he let up, noticing a bowl of
miniature Peppermint Patties.

“Can I have one of those?” she asked, gesturing to the bowl.

“Of course, love,” Jax agreed, moving around to retrieve a
candy, unwrapping it and handing it to her to nibble on while he opened the
drawer and retrieved something, a strip of condoms and dual rubber O-rings with
a curious-looking extension about the size of bullet.

Watching him curiously, she tried not to let her mouth drop
open with Peppermint Pattie inside of it. The O-rings had a purpose. Jaxon fit
it around his beautiful shaft and balls, making his already gorgeous penis
appear bigger and more rampant.

Remy kept busy at her other side. He’d tasted of peppermint
and chocolate too. As nervous as she’d been in the bathroom about needing to
use Scope to get rid of nacho-breath, they’d eaten York Peppermint Patties to
prepare for her.

She guessed he’d bought a bag of candy at the pharmacy
earlier. It was kind of him to remember she liked them to perk up her energy.
Along with s’mores and vanilla fudge ice cream, the candy was among her
favorite things.

Scooting around to thank him, she saw Remy had copied
Jaxon’s decision to wear a cock ring. Remy’s was made of leather, wrapping his
testicles and base of his penis tightly.

Quickly, her lovers zipped the foil packaging off two
condoms, sheathed themselves and settled in at her sides, their hands stroking
to the center of her abdomen and meandering downward in a tantalizing slide of
soft and calloused fingers joining forces and aiming straight for her slit.

Eve collapsed back to the bed, parted her thighs and
welcomed them home.

Jax swallowed hard in an attempt to fight the lump in his
throat. Watching Evelyn come apart had been a thing of beauty. She was a thing
of beauty, a gentle flower to be cherished and loved and nurtured.

Yet to Jax, no matter how soft a woman’s heart and skin,
they’d always been the stronger sex. He supposed his Mama taught him that
lesson.

There were very few people he’d want to take home to his
Mama, Evelyn and Remington among them now. He knew he had four weeks or so to
make his lovers his permanently.

He wanted much more than a handful of weeks. He intended to
have it. How to make their threesome work long term he hadn’t determined. He
couldn’t even say this was love, but it sure felt as if they were heading in
that direction.

Eve suddenly grinned, her pretty face glowing from so many
orgasms. She was beautiful.

“Hey,” he whispered, staring at her.

“Hi,” she murmured when Remington turned her onto her side,
facing Jax. “He’s very busy back there.”

“Remy’s getting ready to fuck you,” Jax said.

“I know,” she replied.

“Just as I will. Are you ready?”

“Feels as if was born for you and Remy.”

“Kiss me,” he invited, enjoying the way she scooted real
close to him.

She smelled incredible, an intriguing mix of
vanilla-something, sexual arousal, dark chocolate and mint. She’d had the
sweetest tasting pussy, lush, hot, all natural female.