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He climbs onto the bed and straddles Colt, facing me. Colt lifts his knees slightly so Saint can use it as leverage. Fuck. This is hot.
Saint takes hold of Colt’s dick and lines it up with his ass. I lick my lips in response as Colt grabs Saint's hips and pushes him down onto him.
“Sit on my fucking face, G. Fuck. Sit the fuck down.” Colt’s words come out strained as Saint cries out.
Colt grabs my ass and drags me closer; my hips roll instinctively as his mouth connects.
Saint moans in front of me as Colt thrusts up into his ass, jerking himself off at the same time, while Colt absolutely raveshes my pussy. Sucking, biting, licking. I hold onto the leather strap attached to my cuffs to steady myself.
Colt smacks my ass, hard, and I cry out. I don’t think I can last much longer. Between Saint’s moans. Colten’s mouth. And seeing my husband's dick fucking another man. I’m about to combust.
Colt pushes his fingers inside me, and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my head, and then he drags them back towards my ass, teasing the entrance.
“Do it. Colt. Just do it. Please!” I scream.
My body tingles with pleasure, from my toes all the way up to my head as he pushes one finger inside of me.
An orgasm rips through Saint, and I watch every moment. The way his body jerks, the cum spilling all over his hand. He’s grunting and stiffening and Colten’s fucking him right through it until he joins him.
That’s enough for my own orgasm to make me tremble. I’m crying out Colten’s name, tipping my head back, sweat beading on my forehead, to the point I don’t know how to breathe properly. My head is completely fuzzy by the time I ride it out.
Saint is already removing himself from Colt and heading to the bathroom, and I try to lift myself off Colt.
“You alive down there?” I croak.
He chuckles and slaps my pussy. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you? You nearly goddamn waterboarded me.”
“Untie me.”
He shuffles out from under me, rips off the condom, and tosses it in the trash. Instead of doing what I ask, he leaves me restrained and faces me, pressing his forehead against mine.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, G,” he whispers.
Tears burn in my eyes, and I can’t explain why. My chest pulls tight, and I fight back the sob in my throat.
He softly kisses me, something deeper than we’ve done before. And then finally, he gets off the bed and gently unties my wrists.
I shake out my tingling arms, and rub at my left shoulder to try and stop the deep aching. Colt rips back the blanket, and I settle underneath it. He climbs in beside me, snaking his arm under me and pulling me into his side. I settle my head on his chest and listen to his rapid heartbeat.
My eyes become heavy, and I let out a yawn, making Colt laugh. I don’t even notice Saint stopping at the foot of the bed.
“I know you’ve paid for the entire night, but I think you got what you needed,” he says.
Colt nods as I lazily trail my fingers along his hip.
“G,” Colt strains out. “Did we do everything you wanted?”
I glance between the two men. “Thank you, Saint. Yes. I’m more than satisfied. I’d like to spend the rest of the night with my husband.”
“Do you need anything else from us?” Colt asks.
Saint grins and shakes his head. “My husband and my girlfriend are waiting for me.”
He pulls on his boxers and grabs his clothes from the chair, but stops by the door. “If you two ever want to do this again, just come back to Paradise.”
“Appreciate it, but I don’t think we will be. This was a once-in-a-lifetime deal,” Colt replies.
That makes me smile. After Saint leaves, Colt rolls over to face me. “Are you happy, G?” he asks lazily.
