“Are you okay?” Cruz kissed her bare shoulder.
Her breathy little moan had heat surging down my spine.
“No, I’m not okay. I’m dying. Fuck me, Cruz. I’m so desperate to have you both inside me, I feel like I’m crawling out of my skin. Hurry. Get inside me and make me come.” She ground down on my dick, rubbing her clit against my groin.
Cruz placed his hands between her shoulder blades and pushed her down against my chest. Her breasts crushed into me. I breathed deeply of her scent. But I could smell Cruz on her, the faint essence of spice and cedar.
“Fuck, I love this ass.” He gripped her buttocks and aligned the head of his dick with her back entrance. His jaw tightened as he notched the head, slipping inside her.
“Breathe, baby.”
Her tattered breaths ghosted against my lips.
“You take our dicks so good. Your pussy feels so good strangling my cock. You’re so fucking tight. Wait until you have Cruz buried inside you. You’re going to feel us for days.”
She focused on my face. “Who are you?”
“He’s our fucking boyfriend.” Cruz slid another inch of his cock into her. “You think her pussy is tight. You should feel her ass.”
She moaned long and low. “It’s tight in there because you don’t fit.”
“It’s a perfect fucking fit.” The ring of muscle relaxed, and Cruz slid deep.
I groaned, gritted my teeth, and thought of baby kittens to keep from becoming a two-pump chump and shooting my load. I could feel Cruz through the thin tissue separating us.
McKelle rose onto her outstretched arms and clasped our hands. Her fingers tightly weaved with mine. I thrust my hips, and her mouth opened on a gasp.
Cruz pressed his chest to her back. “Do you have any doubt about who you belong to?” He spoke against her ear and wrapped his hand around her throat. His other hand reached between her legs and circled her clit.
“I’m yours.”
She was mine.
She was his.
And we were hers.
The rhythm was slow and steady, building like the incoming tide. Each wave pulled me deeper and hit with more force. Every slide of his cock, thrust her onto my dick.
Cruz rocked into her, and against me, with a tempo that didn’t relent. Our cocks fought for space. I shuddered. Cruz’s hair flopped onto his forehead. His face tensed with pleasure. He had her locked in his arms, lifting her enough for me to thrust inside her.
A muscle ticked in his jaw as he stared at me. “You feel so fucking good inside her.” He moaned, reared back, then sank deep again.
As we crammed her full of cock, we were pieces of a puzzle no one would understand. He had sharp edges, and she was smooth curves, but somehow, I fit perfectly with them.
Cruz pistoned his hips and sucked her neck. She gripped his forearm, her nails digging into his skin. She screamed, and her body convulsed. Muscles in her core squeezed my dick.
Cruz threw his head back and cursed. “Fuck.” He was driven. Fucking her. Fucking me.
Fluids squirted between Cruz’s fingers as he ruthlessly thrummed her clit. I grasped her hips, dug my heels into the mattress, and fucked her through one orgasm and into the next. Tears streaked her cheeks, and she mumbled incoherently. Sweat slicked her skin, and her body trembled.
Cruz roared, and his cock jerked inside of her. Every muscle tensed. Veins bulged in his arm and his face and neck flushed. He was lethal, possessive, and completely unhinged. But in this moment, he was ours.
Their release triggered mine. My gut clenched, heat flared through me, sizzled down my spine, and surgedinto my balls. My mind numbed to everything but the woman riding my cock, and the man holding her. I thrust deep once more as I bathed her pussy in ropes of hot cum.
With the exception of our breaths, silence blanketed the room. Cruz shifted his hand from her throat to her jaw, angled her head and kissed her filthy. I felt the moment he pulled out of her body, but I stayed buried in her wet heat for a moment longer.
“I’ll be right back.” He slid off the bed and pulled on my sweats.
