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balls tightened and his heart was close to breaking a rib. Every breath
he took was one breath closer to the most powerful climax he d had.
He knew it.
 You re ours, Isabel, he grumbled.
 Sí, yes, she moaned, writhing and bucking her hips.
 Tell me, he said, amazed he could talk.
 Oh, I m yours. I m. Yours.
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 And you ll. Listen. Next time. And not. Argue.
 Sí. Plea please.
He finally took the devil s road, flexing and thrusting faster,
deeper. His breathing raced, his heart pounded his ribs, and he felt her
rupture around him.
Her liquid silk poured around his cock, her orgasm a blast of
convulsions stroking, milking his rod.
Her pussy clenched around his dick, and he stroked the back of
her pussy while sweat poured down his back. A current shot from his
balls, and he exploded as white lights burst behind his closed lids. He
couldn t move. It hurt to breathe. And every bit of his being belonged
to this woman.
* * * *
Isabel s stomach grumbled, bringing her back to life. Her back
shook as Dale chuckled from somewhere under her, and Brad dropped
a kiss on her thigh.
 Time to feed you, beautiful, Dale said softly, moving all her
matted hair away from her face and gathering it to one side.
 Hmm, she mumbled. That was as much as she could muster.
 Dinner time, said Brad from somewhere.
Then she was flying, cradled in someone s strong arms and
whisked away somewhere.
 Brad, you clean up out here. I ll wash her up. Dale s chest
vibrated against her cheek as he carried her inside the house.
Isabel snuggled closer to the warmth of his protective body, but
she was laid on her bed. She heard Dale move around her room and
start her shower. A minute later, he held her under the warm water
cascading down her flushed body. He lathered soap and washed her
while she quietly admired one of her two sexual warriors, and her
body sagged against his, sated.
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He truly was extraordinary, his body so carefully chiseled, and the
way it had taken possession of her ass burned her belly. She d
watched him for a brief moment, but it had been an erotic voyage into
his well-guarded sexual dominance. He d been gritting his teeth, his
lips parted, and he d looked at her with eyes so glazed with dark
supremacy she d begged him to fuck her, to show her his true strength
as a lover. And oh, how he d delivered. His body had flexed with
each thrust, the muscles of his arms gripping her hips had bulged, and
those of his chest and stomach had snapped under his sweaty, bronzed
skin.
 You re incredible, he whispered, running the sponge over her
bruised mounds.
She moaned, closing her eyes, and held on to his narrow hips.
 Mmm, so are you.
He washed her hair and kissed her lips in a nonsexual, soothing
way. She smiled, enjoying this post-ménage treatment, getting more
spoiled by the second, wishing it would never end.
But much too soon, he wrapped her, then himself, in warm towels
and carried her to the edge of the bed.
She flinched when she tried sitting, her ass extremely sensitive
still.
 It ll be tender tonight and probably tomorrow. I m so sorry,
Dale murmured as he stood by the bed and combed her hair.
She sighed and shifted her weight on her thigh.  I m not.
When she leaned her head on his flat stomach and wrapped her
hand around his leg, he cleared his throat.
 I have to go warm up dinner. You okay now?
The sudden shift was unexpected and awkward, but she nodded.
 Yes. Thank you.
He returned her smile, his dazzling dimples in full view and left
the room. Damn, her body ached, but the memory of what they d
done, of how she d begged for it, brought a hot blush to her face.
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She d always prided herself in being on her own, taking care of
herself and her business. But since Brad and Dale burst into her life,
everything she knew and believed in had been flipped on its head. No
matter how hard she tried to regain some sense of control, of
independence, she d gladly gave it up for a touch, a kiss for them.
It would be difficult to walk away when the killer was caught, that
she knew for sure. They d probably ask her to stay. But how could
she live with two men? Her dad hadn t been around to tell her what to
do, and now she had two macho men dictating her every move. But
the problem was she liked it. No, that wasn t true. She liked them. A
lot. Okay, it was bordering on love.
How could she live with two men she liked a lot, bordering on
love when they didn t feel the same? Could she live with them as
their sex toy? Maybe, but she d be miserable. She wanted a
commitment. She needed to know she was their only one. She
couldn t, wouldn t take anything less.
So stay strong and get through this short visit. Enjoy the sex.
Don t expect more.
She checked her reflection in the dresser mirror in front of her.
The small bruise didn t bother her anymore, not the pain or the sight
of it. But she looked deeper to the woman inside who d gone from
independent and naïve with a crush on two old neighbors to a woman
who now craved their threesome, begged to be fucked, and knew she
was falling for them. Heaven help her.
The smell of a succulent, familiar dish drifted into her room and
her stomach complained. She found Brad and Dale, shoulders bare,
jeans hanging low on their hips, moving around the kitchen, setting up
dinner on the table.
Her mouth watered with another hunger that surprised her. Jeez,
she d just had them, in every orifice. But, oh, they are decadent. Their
muscles moved gracefully under all that tanned skin. Brad took a
playful jab at Dale s side, and Brad s bicep curled, bulging. Dale s [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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