Santiago wraps his hand around the back of my head, pulls me down, and our lips meet. He nips at my lip, causing me to tense.
“Fuck, Santi. I need herrelaxed.”
Santiago lets out a remorseless laugh. “My bad.”
Walker huffs, continuing to work his way inside. Each movement sends a rush of sensation throughout my body.
“Feel how good your greedy cunt takes us both,mi Cielo.”
A small cry falls from my lips as my pussy floods with more arousal, allowing Walker to seat himself all the way inside.
Santiago’s face almost looks pained. I smooth my finger between his brows. “Are you okay?”
Instead of answering me, he croaks out, “Walk, I fucking swear, I’m ready to blow.”
“Me too,” Walker pants, then sweeps my hair over one shoulder. “Are you ready?”
“Please, fucking hell, please,” I whine.
I cry out as Walker and Santiago retreat from my heat. I’m re-adjusting when they plow back into me.
If anyone were listening, they’d think I was being tortured.
In the best way, I am.
The pleasure coursing through my veins is too much to handle. No single person can survive this much sensation at once.
Each hammer of their hips, each thrust into my core, steals my breath.
I sit right on the edge of my climax when Santiago captures my lips, and Walker sucks on my neck, launching me into a whirlwind of ecstasy.
Santiago and Walker find their own releases, slowing their thrusts until we’re all spent, lying in a pile of bodies, sweat, and cum.
I’ve never felt so messy yet so content at the same time.
Walker places small kisses up my spine and to my neck, ending at my ear. “You did so well, Baby Girl.”
I can’t form words. They’ve literally fucked all of the words out of my brain.
“Mmm.” I sigh with a smile.
I exist in space, somewhere between sleep and consciousness. I’m not sure what happens next. All I have are bits and flashes.
“She’s not going to move,” Santiago chuckles.
“Alright, come on, Ramirez. Let’s get her showered and put to bed.”
Next thing I know, I’m under a spray of warm water, and I realize their cum is being washed away.
A small cry falls from my mouth.
“Shh,mi Cielo. It’s okay.”
I’m not sure if I respond, but three deep snickers meet my ears.
I fade again, and when I come back, I’m dry, dressed in comfortable clothes, and lying in our bed. My head rests on a bare, firm chest that rises and falls with deep, sleep-filled breaths.
Our bed.
