But I can’t. Besides, Odis won’t let me. Denver falls back, exhausted, so Odis moves aside and rolls me onto my back. When he enters me, I’m shocked—his brother’s jizz is dripping out of me, but he doesn’t care. He fucks me harder than before, driving me into the mattress, and the dirtiness of it—being used like this, like I’m nothing but a fuck toy now—has me clawing his shoulders and back as one more orgasm begins to take hold.
“Come with me,” he grunts, and I nod, working with him, grinding my clit against him, thrusting upward to meet his downward strokes, using him like he’s using me. Like an animal.
By the time he comes with a roar like his brother’s, my body shatters into a million pieces, and I’m left floating somewhere far away, somewhere beyond my bedroom, beyond what’s right and wrong. Where all that matters is feeling.
And I feel incredible.
I also feel sore, wiped out. I can barely open my legs to let Odis out from between them. I hear them murmuring but can’t make out the words.
The last thing I know is the sensation of a warm, wet cloth down there and Denver’s gentle whispers in my ear and kisses on my forehead as Odis cleans me up.
I’m smiling by the time I pass out.