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“Fuck, baby,” I groan as her walls close around me.
I lean in, taking her lips, swallowing her moans. I need to taste her. I need her.
She rips herself away, panting.
“Let Saint taste you, Colten. Be a good boy for me,” she purrs, running her nails along my neck.
I glance down, and Saint’s blue eyes are on me, my cock buried down his throat. And then I see how turned on my wife is watching him. I can’t hold back.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
Gianna
My legs nearly give out beneath me. This is a sight I’ll never forget. All six feet of Saint, packed with muscles, on his knees before my husband.
Even with Colten’s fingers buried deep inside me, my own orgasm threatening to explode. I can’t. Because I don’t want to miss a single second.
Colt goes rigid beside me, his breathing shallowing and his hips bucking three times. The noise that tears right from his chest sends me right over the edge with him.
Before I can even recover, my skin still prickling like it’s burned, Colt pulls Saint off him by the hair, turns and grabs my cheeks, kissing the last of my breath from my lungs.
“You good?” he whispers, checking with me.
“Better than good, Colt. That was so hot.”
He nips my bottom lip. “Good girl,” he mutters, sliding his hand down my side and grabbing my ass.
Saint is back on his feet, and his cock is about to erupt, almost painfully.
“Colt, I think you need to repay the favor. Saint deserves to come after that.”
Saint’s eyes light up, and Colt chuckles, running his fingers through my curls. “Yeah, baby. Saint deserves a reward.”
I slap his ass and take a seat on the edge of the bed. I want to savor this. Watch every move. Listen to every sound they make.
Colt stalks towards Saint like he’s prey, pushing him against the wall behind him. Colten’s hand splays out on the brick, the other gripping his jaw as he kisses him.
Saint’s hands are in Colten’s dark hair, pulling at it like he can’t get enough. This isn’t like how Colt kisses me. It’s hot, but it’s nothing deeper than that.
This is better than I’d even imagined. These two men, both built like gods, their cocks pressed against each other, will live rent-free in my head.
Colt strokes himself, and it doesn’t take long for him to be hard. My mouth drops open when Colten turns them, so they're side on, the perfect line of vision for me as he puts their huge cocks beside each other and wraps his hand around both.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out.
Spreading my legs, I slide my hand between them, pushing two fingers in, and a gasp escapes me.
Saint’s moans grow louder, filling the room.
“You like that, huh?” Colten mutters.
“Y-yes, sir,” he pants.
My body nearly convulses with pleasure.
“I-I need to come, G. Please,” Saint begs.
I blow out a breath, sliding in a third finger, spreading my legs wider. Saint kisses Colt's jaw, but Colten’s eyes are on mine. Dark and full of a feral hunger.
