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Weston stooped and wrapped his left arm around her ass, picking her up and taking two steps back. Marek jumped to his feet and then onto the bed. Weston turned, toppling her out of his arms and into Marek’s.
She needed them.
Needed needed needed.
Rose lay back and, without ceremony, spread her legs, knees bent. She raised her arms above her head, grabbing onto the opposite side of the bed.
“Wes. I want you in me.”
Weston slid between her legs, braced his elbows alongside her ribs, then shifted his hips. The head of his cock stabbed against her inner thigh before sliding into position. Rose gasped as the plum-like head opened her folds, bumping against her clit before sliding down the valley of her pussy to the entrance of her body.
He held still, though she could see the strain in the muscles of his shoulders.
Weston looked down at her, hair falling over his forehead. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
It was the same thing he’d said all those years ago, when they’d first had sex. She hadn’t been a virgin, but she’d been terrified.
She wasn’t a girl anymore and wasn’t frightened. “You won’t hurt me.”
“I already have.” He turned his face to the left, so she could no longer see his good eye.
And that was where it might have fallen apart, if not for Marek.
“Then let’s heal the hurt,” Marek said. He was kneeling on the bed, erect cock prominent and attractive in that way cocks were only when a woman was aroused. He put a hand on Weston’s back, stroking him gently.
“You can touch him.” With his other hand, Marek reached out and tugged on Rose’s wrists.
It wasn’t until he said it that she realized she’d instinctively taken an appropriate submissive position, behaving as if there were restraints on her hands, though there were none except the ones burned into her mind.
Marek guided her arms around Weston, her arms curled over his shoulders, drawing him down until his chest brushed her nipples.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Always,” Weston replied.
Then he slid into her, his cock long and thick, filling her, pressing against her inner walls, forcing her body to yield to him.
Rose gasped, arched her hips, and came. That moment of penetration, so pure and intense, had her clenching down around him. It wasn’t the teeth-gritted leg-cramping orgasm that came from a vibrator, or the muscle-shaking relief of an orgasm long denied after hours of teasing.
This was like being lifted by the swell of a wave, rising higher, higher until it crested and she crashed down.
Weston nuzzled her cheek then started to rock in and out in a lazy fashion.
With his cheek pressed to hers, he didn’t see her wicked smile.
“Stop,” she said.
He froze. “Did I hurt you? I thought you came.”
“I did. Marek’s turn. You can watch.”
His nostrils flared in response, and she thought she’d made a mistake. But Weston slid his cock out of her and rolled off her onto his side, propping his head on his hand.
Rose turned to Marek. “I want you inside me.”
Marek looked rather serious as he slid between her legs. Weston grabbed the leg closest to him and lifted it, sliding it over his hip and opening her even wider.
Rose shivered with arousal.
