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Michael pulled his mouth from her breast. “Leave them up there. We’re not finished yet.”

She was tired. It had to be at least three or four o’clock in the morning.

She felt their hands glide down between her thighs, and she stirred with anticipation. They parted her thighs and she shook, feeling instantly aroused. Their fingers brushed along her pussy and she sighed.

“You like that, Alexa?”

“Mmmm.”

“This pretty little pussy is all ours, right, Alexa?” Chad whispered then gave a little nip to her breast.

“Oh. Yes.”

“Good girl, Alexa.” Michael pressed a digit inside of her pussy. She tilted her hips upward, and he continued to stroke her. It was outrageous how aroused and needy they made her. Before long he added a second digit and pressed deeper. Michael’s mouth was against her chin as he whispered and pumped his fingers inside of her.

“I love hearing you moan from our touch. It turns me on, baby.”

“I want to touch you.” She panted as she tried her hardest not to move her hands down from above her head. She gripped the pillows tight.

“Not yet, baby doll. We like you spread out like this for us. These beautiful, silky thighs.” Chad caressed her inner thigh.

“These large, needy breasts,” he continued as he cupped one and Michael licked across the other.

“Don’t forget this wet, delicious pussy.” Michael pulled his fingers from her pussy.

“I want to see more of this delectable body,” Chad stated, and a moment later they turned her onto her belly. She felt their big, rough hands move up and down her ass cheeks then over her back and to her shoulders. “This is a great ass you have, Alexa. This is ours, too,” Michael whispered then caressed each globe. He pulled her hips up as she panted for air. Their words, their touch were making her wild with need, but she panicked and worried that they planned on trying anal sex right now. She was frightened of this position. As she closed her eyes, fear gripped her insides. She remembered the night her uncles’ men came after her and Sally outside of the house. They had been drinking and one of the men, Alex, pinned her against the wall and tried to touch her. Susanna had saved them both.

Michael’s hands continued to roam over her body. She tried to focus on the fact that it was him touching her, but for some crazy reason she couldn’t block the memories from her head. She felt the anxiety hit her. Her mind was overtaking her ability to focus on the reality that it was Michael behind her. She felt his body push against her and she freaked. In a flash she rolled away from both of them and nearly tumbled to the rug.

“I’m sorry. I need a minute.” She practically ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

* * * *

“What the hell was that all about?” Michael asked as he quickly got off the bed.

“I don’t know. I felt her tense up and then she bolted.”

Both of them headed toward the bathroom door.

Michael knocked first.

“Alexa, are you okay?”

There was no response.

Chad placed his ear next to the door.

“Baby doll, answer us. We’re worried.”

Michael looked at Chad.

“If she’s scared or if we did something wrong, then she needs to talk with us.”

Michael opened the door, and when they saw Alexa, she had a towel around her and she was leaning against the bathroom counter. She quickly wiped her eyes and turned away, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying.

“Baby, why are you crying?” Chad asked as he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms.

“I’m sorry that I’m ruining this. I just panicked. That’s all.”


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