Keane’s powerful thighs pushed against mine.
"See, Lily?" Rye said. "We’re all joined. The three of us are as one because of you. You’re our everything."
"Shut up and fuck her," Keane called out.
They both moved in earnest, and I was carried away on a wave of euphoria. I shouted incoherently, the walls of my pussy clutching around Rye’s cock. He came hard inside me; his cock pulsed as he cried out. My arms went limp, and Rye supported me while Keane held my hips. I shattered into a million pieces.
"Oh hell," Keane groaned. "I can’t hold out any longer." His hot seed shot into my bottom hole, and he fell forward, bracing himself on the mattress as his chest rested against my back. "Oh, Lily," he whispered. "That was wonderful. You’re wonderful."
After a moment, Keane withdrew, and so did Rye. Then they settled me on the bed between them and pulled the covers up over us.
"Our blushing bride," Rye said.
"Always," I replied.