something wild and deep inside that narrow channel that should never know touch. That could never take the thick width of a man's cock.
"Easy," Cam groaned against her lips. "Look at me, Jaci. Just look at me, baby."
She forced her eyes open.
"Cam." She was frightened, exhilarated. She was burning inside and didn't know how to pull back, how to control the intensity of pleasure.
Behind her, Chase drove his tongue inside that rear opening as Cam had driven his fingers into her slick pussy. Her nails bit into Cam's shoulder and she couldn't help pressing back, lifting her leg higher along Cam's, opening herself farther.
"Don't stop." He was stopping. Chase was pulling away as Cam held her head in place rather than allowing her to turn to Chase. "Don't let him stop."
He was laying down behind her, spooning around her as they moved her legs, pressing her back, and she felt the head of Chase's sheathed cock against that tiny opening.
She fought to swallow, to think. She had to think about this, didn't she?
"Oh God. Oh God, Cam," she cried out for him as she felt the slow, so tender penetration. "Cam help me."
His lips covered hers again. His fingers slid into the drenched folds of her pussy, and a hard hand, whose she didn't know, lifted her leg higher.
Chase worked his erection inside her slowly. Pressing, penetrating then retreating, taking her in slow measured strokes until she was screaming in abandon against Cam's lips and she felt that final, firm push that lodged the thick, heavy length of flesh inside her.
"Fucking perfect," Chase groaned. "So sweet and tight. Tight as a dream."
Cam's lips lifted from hers. Behind her, lodged to the hilt inside the too snug depths of her rear, Chase shifted, dragging a moan from her as she was turned slightly, her leg lifted farther, leaving the aching flesh of her pussy vulnerable.
"Hold onto me, baby." Cam moved beside her, pressed closer, and tucked the head of his cock into her pussy.
Jaci stared at him in shock. She didn't know what she had expected, but not this, not yet. She should tell him she hadn't taken another man. Did toys count? They had counted when she took her virginity with them, she supposed.
Then she couldn't think anymore. He was pressing in, burning, stretching her, making her fit around Chase's cock tighter, almost painfully tighter.
"Jaci, fucking paradise," he groaned, staring into her eyes, holding her gaze as she watched his eyes dilate and darken as he took her. "So sweet."
He grimaced, his hips shifting, pulling back before pressing forward again.
It seemed to go on forever. Taking him in slow increments, hearing Chase's moans at her ear as Cam would stroke inside her, retreat, stroke a little deeper.
Each measured increase intensified the pleasure-pain and threw her higher into the maelstrom of agony-ecstasy. There was no clear boundary between the sensations. No way to differentiate.
He surged in halfway and she felt herself unravel. Clenching spasms rippled through her body as she came, her nails digging into his shoulders as she heard them both curse.
Chase jerked behind her, driving his cock deeper inside her ass. Cam jerked in front of her, his cock driving against the spasming flesh of her pussy and pushing him deeper. Throwing her higher.
"Stay still." Cam's hand tightened on her hip as she realized she was writhing, jerking, trying to force him to take her.
"No." She panted with the force of pleasure driving into her now. "Now. Do it. Take me now."
"Jaci, please God," he groaned, his hips stilling as she undulated against them. "Just a minute baby. Easy. Let me take you easy."
Her eyes flared open. Sweat ran in rivulets down his face. She could feel the perspiration on her own body, on Chase's as he bit her shoulder again and groaned roughly.
"Now."
His eyes narrowed.
"Fuck me now, or so help me, I'll make you pay for it. I swear. Damn you. You always do this. You always make me wait—"
She screamed. Her eyes widened,
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