“Come, Kitten. Just let go. We’re here. We’ll catch you, keep you safe. Always.”
Boone leaned forward and I felt the press of him along my back, felt his lips at my neck. “Mine.”
“Mine,” Jamison repeated.
They stopped talking then, the only sounds filling the room were of our raw fucking. Slippery and wet, flesh pounding flesh, slick skin sliding, touching.
I came on a scream, my body tensing as they continued to take me, to push me through it with their dicks until Jamison stiffened, groaned, filled me with hot pulses of cum.
The only signal of Boone’s release was his fingers digging into my hips. He held himself still, buried deep. His groans mixed with our ragged breathing.
I was spent. Ruined for anything but them. Nothing would ever compare.
Jamison’s arms dropped to the mattress, Boone planted a hand beside my hip to hold himself up.
I had no idea how long we remained that way, but Boone finally pulled out, slowly and carefully. I winced at the burn, felt the flood of cum that seeped from me. I lifted my head and took him in. He hadn’t taken off his clothes, only opened his pants until his cock was free and they fell about his thighs.
Jamison lifted me off him, another torrent of cum slipping from me as he placed me beside him on the bed, snuggled against his side.
The water came on in the shower and Boone returned, stroked a hand down my thigh.
“I love you, Kitten.”
I rolled to my back and he leaned over me, kissed me tenderly. I reached up, stroked his face. “I love you, too.”
He grabbed my wrist, turned it over and kissed the rings they’d put on my fingers. His dark eyes met mine, held. I saw the heat, the fire. The love.
“Hey, what about me?” Jamison asked playfully and I rolled my eyes.
Boone lifted his head and I turned mine, kissed Jamison too.
“Was that okay?” Jamison asked, his lips roving over my face.
“Too good.”
“Sore?”
I clenched. “A little.”
I’d just taken two guys at once. Not long ago I’d been a virgin. I’d come a long way. My pussy, my ass and my heart.
“We’ll get you all cleaned up and then a bag of frozen peas, if you need it. Then we’ll do it again.”
I reached up, tugged Boone so he sat beside me. Jamison on the other side. This was where I wanted to be. With them. Here. Wherever here was. It didn’t matter. I was home.
I lifted my hands, cupped both of their faces, felt the scruff on their jaws. Mine.
“Promises, promises.”