Rachel didn’t know if she’d said it or thought it. She didn’t care. All she cared about was arching backward, pressing into the tongue swirling over her tender little clit and making her whole body tremble as the screws to her release tightened down all around her. She tried to rear and buck into the open mouth tormenting her pussy, but the firm, almost painful, grip of fingers dug into her hips and held her still.

Her head reared back off the cock filling her mouth. She barely got out a squeak, not near the demand she intended, before the hand in her hair slammed her head back down. Rachel didn’t have the mind left to focus on any rhythm but the tongue that swirled over and over her clit.

Mindless of anything other than the orgasm building to a head inside her, she gave herself over completely to their control, to their authority. Being made vulnerable heightened the erotic experience, defining each second with a dark thrill that had her twisting as the bright light of ecstasy dawned over the horizon of her soul.

Three thick fingers, slick with her own cream, penetrated her ass, blasting her out into the ether as Killian’s husky promise chased after her. “So damn tight. I’m going to fuck this ass.”

Her world broke apart at the seams. She screamed as Adam pulled his cock from her mouth. She’d have been lost if it hadn’t been for the pressure filling her ass, grounding her to the world. Killian fucked his fingers into her, widening her, stretching her, preparing her for something a great deal thicker and longer than his fingers. And all the while, his words haunted her, a tender caress across the flaming folds of her pussy.

“I’m going to take you right here, so hard and deep, with Adam filling out that tight little pussy of yours. You want that, don’t you? You want both of us fucking you at the same time. Filling you like you’ve never been filled and making you explode with pleasure like no other man ever has. Feel it, baby.”

Suddenly, he lifted, bringing his hips to mold around hers. His thick thighs pushed hers open even wider, forcing her to rest her weight on his as his thick shaft parted her folds with the tempting promise of penetration. It didn’t come. Instead, he teased her with the feel of him, letting his actions and words work her into a frenzy of need.

“You like that, baby? You want it? You want to feel my dick stretching you wide? You gonna beg me for it?”

The deep, dark words floated through her mind, making her whimper with her own need. God, she wanted it, wanted the thick, hard cock sawing through her pussy lips and teasing her clit with its non-stop stroking motion to plunge deep inside her, fill her, and then pound her hard and fast into oblivion.

“I am going stretch this little cunt wide, fill it with more cock than it’s ever had. I’m going to fuck you harder and deeper than any man has ever fucked you, and you’re going to love it. Every sweaty, dirty second of it. You’re going to be begging for more.”

Oh, God, please. Now. That’s just what she ached for.

“Then I’m going to pull it out and slam it into this ass.” He leaned back, forcing his cock even tighter against her cunt as his hands palmed her butt. “This tight, plush, virgin ass. It is a virgin, isn’t it, baby? You ain’t never taken a man here before, have you?”

Rachel didn’t have the ability to form words. Her voice had been stolen from her long minutes ago. The reasoning needed to form coherent thoughts had been eaten away by the primal instincts Killian called forth with his hands. Those primitive responses ruled now. They bowed her back lower, arching her hips up to rub back against his bold touch.

“Was that a yes?” He flexed his hips, dragging his dick back until it lodged against the edge of her opening. With expert precision, he pressed forward so subtly that not even the full, rounded head of his cock pressed into her. Instead, it hovered, barely inside, more a promise than a fulfillment.

“Answer me, Rachel. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, God, yes!”

Her acceptance curled from a moaning pant into an outright scream as he embedded his full length deep into her. Just as she’d fantasized, there was no hesitation in Killian, no persuasive subtly or teasing slowness. He slammed into her with the feral hunger of a primitive man focused on one single goal—mating his woman.

He pounded into her so hard and fast that she’d have flown forward if not for the fingers biting into her shoulders. With a hard grip, he held her prisoner for his fucking. Not that she’d have tried to escape. She’d already melted into the floor, boneless and limp under the aggressive assault of pleasure overwhelming every facet of her reality. Her entire world had narrowed down to the primitive beat of ecstatic drums sounding off with each spearing thrust of Killian’s cock deep into her.

It took him a matter of seconds to shred her world into tattered fragments. So thick and hot, his cock hammered in one explosion after another as rapture began to mushroom through her, racing toward one final, soul-shattering detonation. Then he pulled free and, for a second, she wavered on the very edge of either eternal bliss or total ruin.

A heartbeat later, he forged back into her with a speed and skill that had her eyes bulging. Killian didn’t stop until he had embedded every rock-hard inch of his cock in her ass. The unusual pressure cracked the whip over her release and sent her soul hurtling out of her body.

She shot straight up under the impact of ecstasy’s pure, raw waves and crashed back into Killian. They both tumbled back onto the floor, but Rachel didn’t notice. The pain darkening the edges of her pleasure only served to deepen the depths of her lust.

Trapped within a magical, mystical sphere, Rachel writhed in Killian’s embrace, completely unaware that her own instinctive motions kept the steady hum of pleasure coursing through her. Even as the brutal waves of her release began to subside, the frothy pleasure still lapped over her body, keeping her from truly crashing down.

She did, though, become aware of a few simple facts. The most unavoidable was that Killian’s dick felt like a piece of silk-covered, heated iron, burning her ass from the inside out. He still had her imprisoned in his arms. His thighs still forced her legs open wide, but now she lay stretched across him, open and vulnerable to Adam’s gaze.

Rachel’s breath caught as her gaze locked with his. In some distant part of her mind, a voice cried out that this couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream, a wonderfully dirty dream that excited her to the point of madness.

Insanity. That was the only explanation for the vision playing out before her very eyes. She’d lost her mind. She was not being held captive in Killian’s embrace, impaled on his cock from behind, with Adam’s head slowly lowering over her open, weeping cunt.

This couldn’t be real, but it was. The dark look of hunger in Adam’s gaze grounded her as nothing else could. He kept his eyes locked on hers, keeping her aware of the details when all she wanted to do was get lost in the moment.

Then she was lost, lost to the hot wash of breath over the oversensitive folds of her pussy. Already tormented by Killian’s own feasting and harsh fucking, she didn’t know if she could take another round. Even as Adam’s tongue tickled its way up her split slit, she flinched.

Pleasure to the point of pain came at her from both sides. Every teasing lick Adam made over her cunt had her squirming to escape the piercing shards of rapture that cut through her. The edges melted as her motions jarred the dick impaling her ass and made it burn so brightly with its own form of pleasure that no other sensation survived the inferno.

After a pause and a whispered breath, Adam repeated the cycle of torturous delight. With expert skill, he wound her back up the mountain until she was moaning out, “Please” and begging him to put an end to the game and fuck her. That’s what she wanted. They’d reduced her to a thing of wild need that had one desire—to be filled, fucked, and ridden hard…from both sides.

“Please, Adam.”

She couldn’t take any more. She wanted to tell him that, but the rest of the words got choked off when he slid two fingers deep into her. He pressed down, back against the cock filling out her rear. She bucked up, unable to contain the bolt of wild pleasure that whirled through her. So delicious, she wanted—needed—another taste.

Arching her head over Killian’s shoulder, she began to thrust in time with those amazing fingers fucking into her. The ecstasy sparkling through her body had a reverse echo, for every thrust down onto the fingers pulled her up the thick shaft buried behind her. Up became down and down became up until the sensations blurred and she no longer had control of her motions.

She was barely aware of Killian’s hands biting into her hips, exaggerating her motions. All she could do was twist and shudder as the mushroom cloud returned, billowing outward as it began to rush toward total annihilation.

“Oh, God,” Rachel screamed. “I’m going to come!”

In an instant, all motion stopped.

“No!”

She snarled and bucked, fighting to find some way to save the ethereal bubble of pleasure from collapsing down all around her. Beneath her, Killian cursed and clamped his arms round her stomach. Like steel manacles, they tightened down until she could barely breathe, let alone struggle.

“Don’t worry, my wild one,” Killian growled in her ear, making shivers run down her neck and race across her spine. “You’re going to get everything you want, all the dick you can take. We’re going to pack this tight little body so full of cock you won’t be able to breathe without feeling us. We’re going to screw you like you ain’t never been screwed, right here on the floor, just like the wild thing you are.

“That’s it baby. Go on and twist. You like the feel of that? You like teasing yourself on my cock? You like having your ass crammed full of meat, don’t you?”

“Killian.” That was all she could manage to whimper. The dark, forbidden suggestions made her burn more hotly than ever.

“I think she’s ready. Don’t you, Adam?”

“Hmm, she certainly is wet and squirmy enough for a good fucking.”

“But…”

“But it’s kind of fun to tease her.”

Rachel shrieked and jerked under the sudden lick of Adam’s tongue. He went straight up, pausing long enough to tickle her clit and make her jerk again.

“Definitely fun.”