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“Oh
wow,” she breathed, her fingers twining through Trey’s long bangs. She needed
something to ground her while she got a double dose of oral pleasure. Was it
selfish of her to wish there was a third tongue available to delve into her
aching, empty center?

“Oh
God,” she groaned, as with a little shifting of heads, their tongues converged,
struggling to gain entry into her pussy. The feel of them working against each
other to enter her sent her over the edge. She cried out, gasping with renewed
excitement as they separated again, Trey meticulously teasing her clit and
Ethan dominating her ass with more and more enthusiasm as his excitement grew.

“I
can’t take anymore,” Reagan moaned as her body teetered close to another wave
of release.

Apparently
that was their cue to meet in the middle again, proving her a liar when she
tried to suffocate Trey by pushing his face into her pussy while their writhing
tongues fucked her wildly and sent her flying again.

When
her muscles went slack, Trey collapsed beside her struggling to find air while
Ethan brought her down with slow and thorough licks to her quaking pussy and trembling
ass.

“I
think she needs the double yogurt-covered Macadamia nut surprise before we
advance to chocolate,” Ethan said, his tongue swirling softly against her back
entrance. Did he know how quickly that made her crave more? He must.

“Whatever
you think is best,” Trey said between huffs of breath. “It’s your dick. If you
think you can handle it—”

“I’m
more worried about your tongue,” Ethan said, shifting his body over Reagan so
he could reach Trey. She was pretty sure he was offering Trey a consoling pat,
but it was too dark in the room to be sure.

“No
worries,” Trey said, an ornery grin in his tone. “My tongue is in excellent
physical condition.”

Ethan
chuckled. “I can attest to that.”

“Wait,”
Reagan said, still breathless. “That wonderful thing you just did to me, that
wasn’t
the surprise?”

“Another
warm-up,” Ethan said.

“Mercy,”
Reagan said under her breath, but she was eager to enjoy whatever they had in
store for her next.

After
several minutes of relaxing touches and deep sensual kisses shared by all,
Ethan switched on the bedside lamp. It gave off a dim glow.

“Does
that worsen your headache?” Ethan asked, his dark eyes full of concern. She
blinked back an unexpected flood of tears. What had she ever done to deserve
the fierce, protective love of this wonderful man and the passionate, heady
affection of the man currently kissing her neck in a way that made her toes
curl.

“No,”
she murmured, touching Ethan’s face. “My headache is completely gone.”

She
was glad he’d turned on the light, so she could see him when his expression
softened into a gentle smile.

“Good.”

“Let’s
never be at odds again,” she said, voicing her deepest wish. “With the world,
yes, I can handle that. But not with each other.”

“Finally,
she makes sense,” Trey said, his sensual lips finding her jaw, the corner of
her mouth, and then Ethan’s lips.

“I’d
prefer that as well,” Ethan said, but the crinkle between his dark brows made
her wonder if he truly believed it was possible. Well, she’d just have to make
him believe by being as wonderful to both of them as they were to her. Assuming
the naughtiest of their trio didn’t stir up trouble.

“Trey?”
she asked, fisting his silky hair in one hand to temporarily halt his ever-seeking
lips.

“I’m
a lover, not a fighter,” he murmured, tugging against her hold at the risk of
scalping himself, solely so he could nibble on Ethan’s earlobe. She released
her grip and smoothed his hair, sorry to have caused him pain. Trey
was
a lover and Ethan was more of a fighter, so which was she? She’d be a little of
both, she decided.

“Time
for that surprise,” Ethan said, the sexually charged timber in his tone
bringing appreciative moans from both her and Trey.

The
three of them were always perfectly in sync in the bedroom. Perhaps they should
never leave it.

Reagan
was shifted until she knelt over Trey’s face. She grasped the headboard in both
hands to steady herself, and gasped when his tongue found her clit. Ethan moved
in beside her and grabbed her breast. The contrast of Trey’s gentle licks to
Ethan’s harsh pinching made her so wet and hot, she whimpered.

“Open
her for me, Trey,” Ethan demanded.

God,
why did that hard tone of his make her throb with need?

Trey’s
hands slid up her thighs, his little fingers spreading her pussy lips. Cold air
bathed the aching heat there and made her realize how much she needed to be
fucked. Not by a pair of exquisite tongues, but by a huge, thick cock—hot and
hard.

“Are
you thinking about how much you’d like me to fuck that wet, empty pussy?” Ethan
growled into her ear.

The
man was a mind reader. The stinging slap he delivered to her ass made her
entire body tense and ache with need. She ground her clit into Trey’s tongue
for the rougher stimulation she craved. Bless that tongue piercing and every
tingling nerve-ending in her clit.

Ethan
slapped her ass again. A little harder. A little better. “Answer me!”

“I
forgot the question,” she admitted.

“Are
you thinking about how much you’d like me to fuck that sweet, empty, hot,
dripping-wet pussy?”

“How
do you know it’s hot?” she asked. “You haven’t touched it.”

Instead
of sliding a finger—or better yet, his cock—inside to determine how hot she
was—she’d estimate inferno level on a scale of cold to hot—he slapped her ass again.
A spasm delighted her pussy with the first hint of release.

“Are
you sassing me?” Ethan asked, the threat in his tone making her even hotter.

“Depends,”
she said, rocking gently with the motion of Trey’s skilled tongue.

“On?”
Ethan asked.

“If
I sass you, will you spank me some more?” She offered him a challenging grin
over her shoulder, and received three hard, successive slaps on the ass for her
sass.

Her
eyes drifted closed and her mouth dropped open as her orgasm exploded. She
cried out, vaguely aware of Ethan shifting behind her, and then she became completely
aware of him as the head of his cock entered her clenching pussy. She slammed
back against him, filling herself with him, but was immediately sorry when her
hasty action separated her clit from Trey’s soft licks and the flick of the
metal ball near the tip of his tongue.

“Easy,
baby,” Ethan said. “We’ve got you.”

He
shifted her forward until they had her exactly where they wanted her, Trey
licking her, Ethan fucking her. Ethan’s hands were like steel on her hips,
holding her still so he could pound her pussy raw without crushing Trey’s face.

“Are
you satisfied?” Ethan murmured in her ear.

More
was the only word she could form.
Probably because it was echoing through her head with each hard thrust.

His
chuckle sent prickles of pleasure down her spine. “Are you ready to get in here
with me, Trey?”

“Mum-humph,”
came Trey’s response from somewhere beneath her.

Ethan’s
strong arms lifted Reagan, and Trey pulled himself into a seated position in
front of her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him thoroughly,
tasting her cum on his lips. “I love you,” she said. “I love you both.”

“I
think she’s remembered why she puts up with us,” Ethan said, rearranging his
body so that he was flat on his back and she was straddling him but facing
Trey. Ethan’s thick cock never left her pussy. They usually had to get her
really worked up to get her to agree to let them both inside her pussy at the
same time, and today they’d done a more than thorough job of getting her there.
Her pussy was demanding that they both fill it.

Trey
shifted forward, and Reagan stared down at the spot where Ethan was already within
her, thinking it looked impossible for them both to fit inside her but knowing
how fucking fantastic it felt when they made it work.

“Lift
her,” Trey said.

Reagan
gasped in protest when Ethan lifted her hips until his cock slipped free.
Fascinated, she watched as Trey moved up against Ethan and pressed their cocks
together—underside to underside—holding their mind-boggling combined thickness
in one fist. Eyes wide, she watched as her pussy stretched to accommodate them
both. When they were halfway in, Trey removed his hand and both cocks slid
deeper. All three of them were moaning by the time she was completely filled.

“Can
you thrust, Trey?” Ethan asked.

“I
think so,” Trey said breathlessly. “You feel amazing. Both of you.”

Ethan
angled Reagan’s hips so that she was leaning back slightly. Trey tugged out,
wincing as his cock rubbed Reagan’s front wall and Ethan’s cock simultaneously.
“We probably should have lubed up first,” Trey said.

But
after a few slow and easy strokes, Reagan was so wet, he was able to fuck them
both with little resistance. Every time Trey’s cock pushed as deep as it would
go, Ethan moaned. It felt best for Reagan when Trey was a few inches from
falling free. Apparently it felt great for Trey the entire thrust in and out.
He was drenched in sweat, his eyes closed, his body trembling as he took her at
the same time he rubbed his cock up and down Ethan’s length inside her.

Reagan
squeezed her eyes shut, allowing herself to feel every sensation shaking her
body.

“It’s
time for your surprise now,” Ethan said, panting in her ear.

There
couldn’t possibly be more. She was incapable of experiencing additional
pleasure. She whimpered when her very delighted, very full pussy went inexplicably
empty. Trey had her lovers’ combined cocks held together in one fist again.
When she felt the head of his cock against her ass, her eyes flew open in shock.
She fought her way out of their embrace and scrambled away.

Nope.
Hard limit.

She
was not up for getting double penetrated in the ass. No way.

“Not
happening,” she said, surprised her over-sated body could move with such haste
as she scuttled over the edge of the mattress and onto the floor.

Ethan
sighed. “I was sure we had her turned on enough to try it.”

“We’ll
try harder next time.”

Try
harder?
Reagan
blinked at them from her uncomfortable seat on the hardwood floor. A seat that
would have been far more uncomfortable if they’d succeeded in their plot
against her ass. “They would never fit.”

Trey
grinned his most devilish smile and offered her a naughty wink. “Oh, they’ll
fit. I know that from experience.”

“And
you liked it?” Reagan asked, pulling herself up with two fists locked on the
bedding. Trey’s hand had started stroking the two cocks gripped in his hand,
and Ethan obviously liked that. Maybe even more than Reagan liked to watch it.

“Not
as uncomfortable as fisting.” Trey winced.

Reagan’s
gaze shifted to Ethan’s large fist, and she cringed. If they ever engaged in
that business, she did not want to be a witness. A woman had to have
boundaries. At least a few.

“Do
you want to get back in here?” Trey asked. “We’ll both stick with vanilla, or
Ethan can go vanilla and I’ll go chocolate.”

Ah,
so that was the double chocolate part of her surprise. She still wasn’t clear
on the nut part.

Ethan
groaned, his body tensing as he found release at Trey’s hand. Mouth wide with
surprise, Trey looked down between them. Thick cum pulsed from Ethan’s tip,
drenching the underside of Trey’s cock and dripping down over his hand.

“Ethan,”
Trey said, his tone chastising. “You came without me.”

“C-couldn’t
help it.” He grabbed Trey’s hair in his fist and pulled him close for a deep,
passionate kiss. “My cum on your dick is so hot.” He was panting.

“It’s
dripping down my balls too,” Trey whispered.

Ethan
groaned and kissed him again, even harder this time. Reagan wasn’t sure why
Ethan was so turned on by seeing his cum on Trey. He must have come on the guy
a thousand times in the past. But seeing the two of them so passionate for each
other made her burn for them both.

“Can
I get some of that?” she asked, nodding to the spectacular pair of cocks still
pressed together in Trey’s fist.

“Don’t
think I can handle tight pussy right now,” Ethan said, still shuddering with the
aftershocks of his release.

“Climb
on, baby,” Trey countered. “Maybe it will teach him not to come without me.”

Reagan
grinned, always loving to torture Ethan right after he came. His cock became so
sensitive that any stimulation drove him insane.

“Hold
still,” Trey insisted when Ethan began to squirm.

Facing
Trey, Reagan slipped between them and straddled their hips, finding the most
comfortable kneeling position she could in their tangle of legs. She sighed
heavily as Trey helped her sink onto his tip. She paused while he worked
Ethan’s tip inside her as well and then pressed her hips down to take them
both.