Withdrawing to just the tip, he continued to work her, while Smith didn’t move an inch. Each passing second became easier for Kyra, and soon Brock took her beautifully. Kyra relaxed in Smith’s arms, and she moaned against each gentle thrust.
The sight of his cock vanishing into her ass, of her straddling Smith, and of her turning to look at him with a greedy, sensual gaze all made Brock grip her hips and thrust faster. His primal growl and response must’ve urged Smith on since he groaned just as deep, then thrust in short, fast movements from underneath.
“Oh, dear God,” Kyra gasped.
Brock was thanking God too. Thanking him for this woman, who accepted him and Smith for what they needed. Most women wouldn’t agree to such an arrangement, and it made him so damn happy that Kyra could break free from typical society to search for what satisfied her in life.
More than anything, Brock was thankful that they finally had a woman who simply made life better. Things had started out a bit rough for them as children. Now they had more than they could ever have asked for. They had a woman who loved them for them, who gave them everything they needed, and who wanted them not as a single, but as a pair.
She was theirs.
The wet sucking sounds of Smith drilling into her from underneath filled Brock’s ears, hardening his cock further as Kyra’s ass squeezed him tight. Her sweet cunt was hot to fuck. Her ass blew his mind.
While Brock thrust much slower than Smith, every thrust Smith made only tightened Kyra’s ass around him. Brock clenched his jaw, continuing to shift into her and hoping to hell she reached her climax soon.
He glanced down at her ass and immediately regretted it. Seeing his cock surrounded by her tight rosette was nearly his undoing. She was beautiful, every sexy, tight inch of her. He looked at Smith, whose expression tensed, indicating his climax was close.
Intent on making them all explode into pleasure, Brock increased his speed, yet remained gentle with his strokes. Kyra gasped, and every soft thing about her became taut with tension. Her ass tightened with her climax, and her screams of pleasure washed over him in the sweetest embrace, drawing his balls up tight. Then he roared and bucked against her with such force he could feel the speed of his cum shoot from his cock. Smith’s loud shouts of release echoed almost simultaneously.
The final spurt of cum escaped from him, and Brock collapsed onto Kyra’s back as she rested her head against Smith’s chest. He stayed that way, unable to move, unable to think, trembling in the aftereffects of his release. Kyra’s tight rim of muscles continued to convulse around his spent cock, drawing out his groans long after.
After he caught his breath, he slid off her back, dropping down on the floor beside Kyra and Smith on the chaise. She looked at him with clear eyes and bright red cheeks. She was slightly breathless, but grinning in an utterly satisfied way.
He understood not only was this a happy moment for them all, he suspected Kyra had finally fulfilled her ultimate fantasy. Sure, she wanted two men and had that with them their first night together and every night thereafter, but they’d never penetrated her together.
That they had saved for the right moment and perhaps even refrained from a double penetration until they claimed her as theirs. But what they’d done tonight, no one would forget anytime soon. In fact, he hoped they’d repeat it…often.
He reminisced how things began for them. To him, it all seemed destined. Fate intervened with a pact between friends that allowed them to meet. Now he knew they’d never let her go; she was home to them.
Brock even thought back to the first bet Smith and he had made. If Kyra hadn’t outsmarted them and kept them on their toes, he wondered if they would’ve chased her as they had. And with that thought in his mind, he realized something else still wasn’t settled.
He trailed his fingers along her sweaty back. “You know, at some point we have to keep track of your orgasms.”
Smith exchanged a long look with Brock before he smirked at Kyra. “That’s right—our original bet is still outstanding.” He gave her a firm look, even if Smith’s eyes remained playful. “I did tell you, Kyra, we take our bets seriously.”
She laughed, shaking her head. “I never said I’d be a part of the bet, I said I’d join in on the bet.” She looked from Brock to Smith, and cupped their faces. “So, sorry to break it to you, but that first night we were together, you both lost.” A sexy smile curved her lips. “I won.”
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The PACT OF SEDUCTION Series
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Stacey Kennedy
Stacey Kennedy is an urban fantasy lover at heart, but she also enjoys losing herself in dark and sensual worlds. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who gave her a happily-ever-after. Together, they have two small children who can always make her smile, and who will never be allowed to read Mommy’s books. If she’s not plugging away at a new story, you’ll find her camping, curling up with the latest flick, or obsessing over Sons of Anarchy, Supernatural, True Blood and Lost Girl.
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