“She’s milking me raw!” Racer cried. Gripping my hips as I held him in while he tried to pull out and go back in. “She’s so tight.”
“Everything about you!” Hunter joined them in. Palming my breasts against his chest and rolling them to catch my budded nipples between his fingers. Tugging them as he came. A long drawn-our moan telling me he too was spent.
I could feel their heat. The tautness of their bodies. The sounds of their pleasure and knew they were mine.
My lovers. My mates.
After all the difficulties and strain we’d endured over the last few months, I had to admit that being with all of them again made me feel somehow whole.
Racer pushing me forward and back driving Hunter mad as he couldn’t stay lodged in as he came.