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Ryan groans, lifting his hips, rocking up into me, and Riddick curses, pulling out a few inches, then pushing back inside, deeper, harder, wrapping his arms around my waist.
I bend forward again, my palms pressed to Ryan’s firm pecs, and the angle changes again, so that we all gasp and moan.
“Fuck,” Riddick rasps.
“On it,” Ryan mutters, grinning manically.
“Boys…” I say warningly, my insides tightening, my body clenching. “God…”
Riddick is now fucking me relentlessly, pistoning in and out of me like a machine, grunting with every thrust, taking my breath away.
And Ryan falls into his rhythm, shoving inside me at the same time, his cock hard like a rock, striking sparks inside my core.
I can’t hold back much longer. I fight it, struggle to put it off, but the pleasure is too great, the pressure too vast, and my body loses control.
I scream as I come this time, shaking like a rag doll in their midst, their cocks piercing me, setting off pleasure unlike any I’ve ever felt. It rolls through my body in heavy, endless waves, hitting me over and over until my vision grays.
When their release hits and they spill inside me, the jets of their hot cum set me off again before I’m even done, and I arch back, whimpering, not enough breath left in my lugs to cry out again.
We stay like that, shivering, panting, holding on to each other, laughing under our breaths. Happy.
“How you feeling, R?” Riddick pants, reaching around me to stroke lightly the scar on Ryan’s chest. “How’s the heart doing?”
Ryan nods, glancing down at it, at Riddick’s hand between his pecs. “Fuck, this was awesome. I want…”
“What do you want?” Riddick asks. He turns to me. “What do you need?”
“Is this a trick question?” I ask back. “Because I’m not good at those.” I lean into him. “I love you, guys.”
“Even if we’re not the princes in the fairytale you wanted?”
“Just because you’re not riding white horses doesn’t mean you’re not my princes.”
After all, what are the qualities of a prince? Strength. Justice. Gentleness. Kindness.
There you go.
They exchange glances. I know, because Ryan’s gaze flickers.
“We’re your Filthy Princes,” he says, wagging his brows.
“Your Dirty Princes,” Riddick suggests, and I can hear the grin in his voice.
I laugh. Yeah, they are my filthy, dirty princes.
My guys.
Riddick didn’t believe in love, but now he does. Ryan didn’t believe he’d have a chance to love, and now he does. And as for me… I didn’t believe love would find me unless I went looking…but it did.
Love. No white horses. No castles in the clouds. Two normal, gorgeous guys who care for me and want me the way I am.
What’s this if not a perfect fairytale ending?
Acknowledgments
I am so thankful.
To all my readers.
