He reached for her face, drawing her lips to his. He kissed her wildly. He broke away to answer. “I fucking love it. Being inside you is better than I dreamed.”
She closed her eyes, pressing against his chest. Her nipples hardened as she rode him. Had he dreamed about her too? Were the three of them living under the same roof these past weeks horny and turned on? Did they want to climb in her bed every night?
“Can you take more from me?” Deacon asked.
She nodded. Her body was a combination of adrenaline and hormones. She didn’t think there was anything she couldn’t do with this much bliss coursing through her. Cole fucked her, while the beads of sweat dripped down his throat. She wanted anything they could give her.
“Yes,” she squealed when Cole pumped hard.
“Relax, Abby. It’s going to feel fucking amazing with this in your ass.”
“Oh God,” she moaned.
Deacon massaged her hole just before she felt something press at the edge. She bounced up and down on Cole and then suddenly her ass burned with pleasure.
“Look at me,” Cole commanded. “I want to see your face when he fucks your ass with that plug.”
She thought she was going to cry from happiness. Everything was one wave of pleasure after another. Deacon pushed the plug inside her. He didn’t hold back.
“Fucking perfection, man. She’s fucking perfection,” Deacon pumped it in and out while Abby rode Cole.
“I wish I could see it,” Cole moaned.
They wanted everything from her. To feel. To see. To taste. She’d never felt so wanted or worshipped. It unleashed something inside her. An inner hellcat that had wanted to come out and play.
She came faster this time. There was no way to avoid it with so much pressure from the plug and from Cole’s cock. He was hard as steel. He pushed up and up until their bodies were sealed together. There was nothing between them.
“I’m going to come so deep in you, baby,”
He did as he promised, releasing himself in her walls.
“Fuck it,” Deacon pushed the plug deep as Abby whimpered. Then she felt the heated ooze of his release on her back. He came along her spine, coating her with his essence.
She collapsed on Cole’s chest, never having felt more fulfilled and happy in her life.
25
Abby
Abby nuzzled between Cole and Deacon. They were warm and strong. She felt safe between the two men she had just given the ultimate gift.
“Should we order dinner now?” Deacon asked.
She giggled. It was her fault they were all starving. “Ok, but I still want a chicken salad.”
Deacon kissed her neck. “You get to order anything you want. I’m sorry I gave you a hard time earlier.”
Cole’s hand rested on her hip. “We’re sorry if our money has hurt you. We don’t want that. But we do want you to eat.”
She nodded. “I want to eat too. And I’m ok with the money. Really. Everything has been overwhelming the past couple of weeks. I’m sorry if I offended you.”
Deacon rolled across the king-sized bed to grab a room service book. “You would have to hurl a worse insult at us than to call us rich.” He laughed. “Forget the money shit. I bet you didn’t think Vegas would be like this.” He waggled his eyebrows.
She giggled. Two weeks ago, she would barely speak to either to them. Tonight, she had been more intimate with them than any man in her life.
“You’re right. I’ve been so busy trying to get my designs ready I didn’t really focus on anything else.”
Cole kissed her shoulder lovingly. “And look where you are now.” He drew a circle on her hip.