Chapter 28

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

They’re as cute as they are hot-as-blue-fuck.

BLAIR

“Please tell me you’re taking a video of this,” I beg, blindfolded as a seatbelt clicks me into the backseat of Beau’s truck.

“Hush, Human, or we’ll muzzle you, too.” That’s Beau, trying to sound stern. “Now, sit on your hands and don’t move.”

He closes my door and must be switching with Colt, who was driving, because another door clicks open, then slams shut. The heat approaching me in the backseat wafts of Colt’s cologne: citrus and bergamot.

Beau smells like apples and sage.

“She’s pretty.” Colt tucks my hair behind my ear. “Drive while I play with her.”

Atlanta traffic is forgiving at night. Our trip home will be thirty minutes of this panty-melting, kidnapping role-play.

“Look at these naked thighs I’m spreading.” Rough hands splay my knees open. “Look at her boots. They’re sexy.” Colt brushes his hand up my inner thigh.

“They stay on tonight,” Beau taunts from the driver’s seat.

Then turn signals and road noise are all I hear. Beau’s not playing music, while Colt’s touch makes me gasp.

He skims his fingers over the silky crotch of my bodysuit, muttering, “Mmmm, it’s getting wet. I’ve never had human pussy before. I bet it’s tight. I bet I can barely fit inside it. I bet she’ll feel so good; we’ll breed her at least twice tonight.”

Thank you, Oscar Orgies.

Colt’s acting. He’s getting into his role. Maybe he’ll do porn once he retires from the NFL? He’s got the cock for the career, that’s for sure.

“What are these?” He pinches my erect nipple, then my other pearling under my suit. I didn’t want panty or bra lines to ruin my cosplay outfit, but now my lady cream will.

“Stop,” I moan. “Don’t touch me.”

“Sorry.” Colt withdraws, stammering, “I didn’t mean to?—”

“That’s not her safe word.” Beau breaks his performance, too. “She likes it. She’ll say ‘kumquat’ if she wants you to stop.”

“Oh,” Colt rushes, “that’s right. Sorry, I forgot. I just thought you didn’t like it and?—”

“I don’t like it,” I protest. “I hate you. You’re so big and disgusting. Don’t you dare touch me, you vicious creature.”

I swear I can feel Colt’s smile and the thrilled laughter he’s choking down. We all are, but my clit is clapping for blind groping. I goad, “Go to hell, you nasty beast.”

“Oh, I’m a very vicious beast.” Colt gravels his voice, his words steaming over my ear. “But you’re the one who’s about to be nasty for me.” His fingers find my hard, covered clit. “I heard human pussies love alien cock.” He spanks it, and I moan. “Is that true? You secretly love alien cock?”

“No.” I start writhing against his touch, teasing over my pussy. “I hate it.”

“Mmmm, you hate how long it is or how thick it is?”

“We’ll have to prepare her,” Beau warns, turning left. “She has to be ready to breed.”

Ready?

I’m already there, bent over and spreading my cheeks with a red target tattooed on my pussy, letting them mate me for life.

“Wonder how you get a human ready?” Colt tugs at the center zipper of my suit. Slowly, he drags it down from my neck to my cleavage to an inch below my belly button. “Wonder how we get her wet enough to take our huge cocks?”

Tugging my suit aside, he exposes my breast, then my other. But the fabric is tight. I’m sure it only presses them together, creating a helluva show for him.

“Goddamn,” he growls. “What are these juicy things to suck?”

Suddenly, a warm mouth is claiming my nipple so hard I cry out. Then he takes my other one, his hands squeezing them together. Rolling his tongue over my nipples, he brutally sucks them, too.

“Colt,” I gasp, then he bites, and I remember. “Valr, you vicious beast, stop.”

“Stop sucking these sweet titties?” Evilly, he chuckles over the drool he’s laving over my nipples. “Never. You’re our little human slut to play with.”

Colt doesn’t stop, and I can’t stop moaning. I’m aching, loving it, sitting on my hands, and wanting to grab him, but I don’t. I love being trapped in this pleasure.

“Mmm,” Colt plops his lips off my breast, jostling their weight together. “I heard you can fuck human titties, too. Is that right, Falcon?” He uses my new heroine’s name. “Little human sluts love having their titties fucked? Then their tight pussies filled?”

“No!” I gasp. “We hate our asses being fucked, too.”

Colt chuckles at my pathetic attempt at reverse psychology. “I can’t wait to see my creamy alien seed spilling out of you, Falcon.” He pinches my nipple. “Your ass. Your pussy. Your mouth. We’re going to share your holes and fill you up and?—”

“Fuck, y’all are turning me on too much,” Beau growls from the driver’s seat. With a jolt, his truck sways right, like he’s taking a hard turn.

“What are you doing?” Colt huffs, pulling away from my breasts.

“Shut up, Valr,” Beau answers in character. “We’re making a pit stop.” In a lurch, his truck stops.

“What if we get caught?” But Colt’s not in character.

“We’re fine,” Beau answers. “I have tinted windows, and this gas station is so busy no one will notice us parked here.”

The engine cuts off. Beau’s door opens, then slams shut. “I can’t believe he—” Colt starts to marvel as I hear the backdoor open.

“Move over,” Beau demands as the door closes.

“Oh fuck,” Colt mutters, his arm pressed against mine while I hear fabric rustling and muffled grunts.

“What are y’all doing?” I’m trying to stay in character and be a good little silent human slut for my alien abductors, but this is too damn real.

“Oh fuck,” Colt mutters again. “He’s gonna suck my cock in a parking lot.”

That’s when I feel another touch. It’s Beau rubbing over my fabric, seeking my pussy. He must be kneeling on the floorboard between Colt’s thighs pressed against mine.

“I’m going to taste his seed,” Beau taunts, “then he’ll taste mine. And you’ll be a dirty little human, listening to us suck cock right beside you.”

“I want to watch you. I want to help you.”

“No,” Beau demands, “you’re going to get so wet hearing us. But if you’re good, we’ll let you taste us, too.”

“Oh fuck,” Colt keeps huffing while a zipper drags open. “Oh, fuck yes, I can’t believe you’re doing this, Beau.” He groans. He’s way off-script and turning me on even more when he growls, “Yes, that’s it. Suck it. Mmm, let me feel your tongue. Damn, you look so hot with my cock in your mouth. Let me feel your beard on it. Yes, like that. Rub your cheek on it. Yes, look at me. Keep looking at me while you suck my cock.”

Then there are slurps and gulps and the deep glucking of Beau’s throat filling the air along with Colt’s groans.

All I can hear is their pleasure. All I can feel are their hands together, rubbing over my pussy. All I can imagine is what Beau looks like, choking on Colt’s cock in the backseat of his truck parked in a gas station with customers and cars roaming outside.

It’s so forbidden; I can see it blind. It’s so hot, I’m going to come. I’m so close, but Colt beats me to it.

“Fuck yes. Fuck yes, Beau,” he grunts. “Open that mouth. I’m coming in it.”

With a buck, Colt’s body jumps beside mine, his deep grunt filling the cabin.

In a moment, I feel bodies moving before lips are pressed to mine.

They’re Beau’s while Colt growls, “Open your mouth, little slut, and taste my cum too.” With his deep kiss, Beau shares Colt’s cream with me, and I moan. It’s salty and erotic, Beau’s tongue laving over mine, sharing their lust, before it’s Beau’s turn.

Their bodies rustle and move, switching beside mine. A horn honks in the parking lot, and a man shouts about a six-pack.

“We’re fine,” Beau barks. “That’s not for us.” I hear another zipper open before he growls, “Now fucking suck me, too, Colt. Wrap your lips around it. That’s it. You can take it.” He groans before praising, “Yeah, baby, choke on it. As much as you can. Goddamn, y’all made me so hard.”

It’s Colt’s sounds now. His slurps and licks and glucking. It’s Beau’s mmmm, his hand cupping my pussy again, rubbing my clit, matching the tempo of his hand with the sound of Colt sucking his cock.

“Our little slut is so wet for this,” Beau taunts. “She gets so wet at how we love cock, too. Don’t you, baby? You love us sucking cocks.” But then he stops. He leaves me writhing. I’m about to come before it sounds like Beau is. “Yes, yes, you love my cock, too, Colt. Take it,” he growls at him. “Fuck baby, take it. Take it. Gimme that tongue. I’m coming.”

Beau’s thighs shake against mine, and a deep grunt erupts from Colt’s choking throat. I’m soaked. I’m aching. I’m blindfolded and sitting on my hands, needing relief, but I won’t do it.

I love this too much.

I love us too much.

Their bodies move. Then, Colt’s salty, creamy kiss takes mine, too.

He keeps kissing me while a door opens and shuts and opens again. He doesn’t stop taking my lips, my neck, my nipples again while Beau revs the engine back to life and races us home.

The last minutes there go by in a shameless blur. The taste of Beau and Colt on my tongue drives me mad. I’m insanely thirsty for them.

Then we park. The truck engine turns off.

I feel Colt’s hands silently lifting me into Beau’s arms. I’m draped in Beau’s embrace as he carries me through his home.

We’re climbing stairs. We’re going down a hallway. I know his house. We’re stepping into the guest bedroom I use.

Like the team they are, they work without a sound, which only heightens my suspense. I’m manhandled, lifted, my bottom set on a swinging padded strap while hands guide mine to hold handles at my shoulder height. My legs are lifted until my heels are secured in stirrups, too.

“A door swing,” I sigh, elated, gently letting myself fall against the cool wooden door behind me. “Someone got a Delta’s special delivery,” I tease.

“Hush,” Beau barks.

“We warned you,” Colt adds. “Now we’ll have to tie you in it, too.”

Oh darn.

Silk wraps my wrists, binding me so I can’t let go of the handles. Tugs at my boots bind my ankles, too. I’m stuck, suspended above the floor, my back to a door with a lover’s swing secured to it.

I know the swing well. I’ve sold dozens of them.

But I’ve never had this happen.

“Let’s admire our little human to fuck,” Colt says, committed to his performance. So is Beau.

Hands grope, and fabric rips. My one-piece costume doesn’t stand a chance against their brute force. They shred it into remnants that sway from my remaining long sleeves, the rest of my body exposed and open, the rush of air thrilling my naked flesh.

But of course, they left my boots on.

“Damn, she’s wet.” Colt tickles a fingertip over my vulnerable clit. I moan while he taunts, “We can breed her all night tied up like this.”

“Umm,” Beau agrees. “Then, leave her like that. Let her get really wet while we get ready.”

Get ready?

Who the hell isn’t ready?

But I don’t protest. I just listen to them leave the room. I think. I just hang in a door swing with my pussy wide open, and yes, it makes me even wetter if their phones are on tripods somewhere, recording this.

I have no idea how long they’re gone. It feels like forever when you’re waiting, blindfolded and horny as hell for a good double alien cock breeding.

“Fuck!” I hear Beau in the hallway, the sound returning my way.

But he’s laughing, not mad. So is Colt. It sounds like they’re wrestling, like playing grab ass when mine needs a good fuck. Now.

“Whoops.” Colt laughs, too. “Call the house painter. You just got it on the wall. And look. It’s getting on the carpet.”

Got what on the wall? On the carpet?

“Fuck it. It’s worth it,” Beau replies. “Come here. You need more on your abs.” He pauses. “Turn around. You need more on your ass, too.”

I hear silence, then a smacking spank of flesh before Colt huffs, “Don’t get it in my ass, too. It’s not made for that.”

What in the hell are they doing?

I have no idea, but I sense them entering the room again. I sense them drawing near.

“Dayum,” Beau sighs. “Look at her now. She’s so fucking open and swollen for us.”

“Fuck, she’s ready. She’s in heat. Look, her pretty pussy’s so pink.”

“No one’s ever ready for Willuf, the Wilder, and Valr, the Vicious.” I can hear it. Beau’s choking down his laughter. “Or are you, Falcon? Are you ready for us to breed you now? We need a good little human to take our cocks and share our seed.”

“No,” I huff, trying to twist in my stirrups, but I’m trapped. I’m about to be fucked senseless. Thank God. “No. Don’t touch me.”

“You mean… ” Hands tug my blindfold down. It’s Beau, taunting while I blink, trying to focus. “Don’t fuck you with our huge alien cocks?”

Holy.

Blue.

Boyfriends.

“What the alien fuck?” I’m shocked. I’m laughing. I’m touched. I’m so turned on.

Where are my pom-poms? I’m going to cheer because I’m about to be fucked by two huge hot naked men—my men—covered in blue body paint.

You know the kind of body paint football fans use?

Yeah, Beau and Colt are haphazardly smeared from feet to neck in it. They swiped some across their smiling faces, too. It’s in their beards. It’s in Colt’s hair knot and Beau’s waves.

They’re as cute as they are hot-as-blue-fuck.

Hell, they’ve left a trail of blue everywhere. Footprints across the carpet. Handprints on white doorjamb.

I bet it looks like a blueberry exploded down the hallway with their wrestling and fucking around. I can’t imagine what Beau’s bathroom looks like.

I want to laugh and kiss them. I want to love them forever. I will never forget this.

They look like massive shredded porno Smurfs in love with me, with each other.

They’re stroking off, standing shoulder-to-shoulder between my swinging legs—half smirking, half aroused.

“I love you guys,” it escapes my smiling lips. “I love you so much.” Hell, I’m crying happy, horny tears, too.

“Hush, Human,” Beau barks, but his eyes laugh. They match his splotchy blue body. “We’re about to breed you.”

“Yeah,” Colt reveals what he’s hiding behind his back, “so whose seed you want first?”

In one hand is Colt’s real cock. It’s long and hard and turning blue with twists from his painted grasp. In his other?

“Oh my god,” I sigh. “A bull sheath.”

“Such a kinky girl,” Colt chuckles. “You know your dildos.”

“It’s not a dildo,” I gasp while he drags it down my cleavage. “It’s an eight by two-inch cosmic purple bull sheath penis sleeve with a flared head and prominent medial ring. I sold seven last year. They’re mouthwatering.”

“Did you sell any of these?” Beau reveals what he’s hiding behind his back.

“An Ice Barbarian Sheath? In nebula blue?” I’ve died and gone to alien porn heaven. “Its widest girth is almost four inches. I only sold one to a courageous man. I was so jealous.”

“Hope you don’t mind. We snuck a peek at your current draft,” Beau confesses. “We knew Willuf was big and blue. But who knew Valr was so long and purple?”

“Oh my god.” Shyness hits me—stupid emotion. I can’t stand it. “Did you read the last chapter? The one where they?—”

“Sure did,” Colt replies, grinning. “Damn, woman. Way to make us happy, hard, and honored.”

Beau cocks a grin. “Is that your fantasy, Blair? That last chapter, and how they do it?”

“No,” I lie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Good.” Beau starts stroking his cock. He’s getting so hard. And blue. “Because no more talking.” He drops his voice. “Watch while we mate you together. While you can’t fight us. You have to take us until you fall in love with us, too.”

Too late. No matter the universe, I’m so in love with them.

I’m shaking with anticipation. With fear. With lust. With love, they did this for me.

This is so damn cute and corny and erotic and…

Holy porno we’re about to make.

I glance over their beefy blue shoulders. They have their phones on tripods, strategically placed. They’re recording my ultimate fantasy.

I can’t believe my eyes as Colt kneels, teasing, “I gotta taste how sweet this little human pussy is first.” He spears his tongue into my cunt, and I moan, so desperate and ready, while Beau turns for my nightstand. He knows if it’s in my room, there will be a cornucopia of sex supplies in it.

“Stop,” I sigh to Colt. “Stop. That feels too good. Valr, you’re making my pussy so wet, and I hate it. I hate you.”

This performance? This pleasure? I’m gazing down at Colt. He’s getting blue paint on my thighs and the carpet, but we don’t care. He starts sucking my clit, staring up at me, making me shake while Beau stalks my way.

“Dirty little girl,” Beau taunts. “Look at what Daddy found in your nightstand.” He holds a big bottle of lube and a little pink fingertip vibrator. “Have you been a bad girl, playing with your pussy while your daddies were gone?”

“No.” I love my fib.

That’s the smallest toy I play with when they’re gone, when I miss them so much.

“Mmm,” Colt hums over my clit. “Her little lying human pussy tastes so sweet.”

“Get up!” Beau shouts at him. “And fucking share her with me. She’s mine, remember?”

“No.” Colt rises. “She’s mine now, too.”

I want to say, “Now, now, boys. Share and share alike.”

But that’s not in my book, and saying, “No. Don’t you dare share me. Don’t you dare fuck me with those huge cocks,” is equally fun.

“Oh, but secretly,” Beau pours lube over my mound, “you’re a dirty little girl, and you want these huge cocks, don’t you?”

He lets the lube coat my sex until it’s dripping from my tingling, exposed flesh. He hands the bottle to Colt, who glazes his cock, too, before he secures the long-hanging sheath around it.

Lube and blue paint are everywhere. We are definitely replacing the carpet with hardwood floors, and who cares? Who cares when it’s all fun and love and trust? Who cares when Colt’s cock looks part alien, part human, and part stallion about to mount me?

“Fuck her first, Valr,” Beau commands Colt. “That’s the Wilder custom. I give you my wife, my woman, and she gives us peace.”

Oh my god, they did read my draft.

They do love me so much.

A happy tear escapes because they’re gonna make me so damn dirty, too.

And to hear Beau say wife. To watch him rub his thumb with the fingernail vibrator attached to it slowly over my clit as we gaze down at Colt, who slowly lifts his wide, flared purple tip to press inside me?

“Yeeessss,” I moan because smutty fact is so much better than science fiction…

Sometimes.

“Damn,” Colt groans, watching his obscene length enter me. “Fuck this is hot,” he marvels, and we agree. Our gaze is trapped, looking down while he penetrates my vulnerable entrance.

“You’re too long,” I protest, twisting in my restraints. “Your cock is too long.”

It’s not. It’s perfect. It feels incredible. My pussy feels electric with desire. It wants more, but his sheath won’t fit all the way. Still, it’s the naughty thought that counts.

Because Colt leans forward, gently kissing my adoring lips while Beau rubs my clit, his body pressed to Colt’s between my thighs.

Then Colt lifts from my lips, staring down, admiring while he flexes his abs, slowly gliding more in. “Fuck yes, take me,” he growls. He doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to. I’m not using my safe word. I trust him too much. I want him too much. “Look at your little pussy taking my inches. Damn, you’re creaming on it. You want it.”

“She loves it,” Beau coaxes, thrilling my clit, too. “Such a dirty human for us, loving that long, purple, alien bull cock fucking her pussy. Damn, she’s gonna come on it.”

I start shaking. It’s the taboo. It’s the care. It’s the full sensation. It’s the forbidden, sexy sight when it’s just an act, but it’s not.

It’s our truth. It’s our love.

They overwhelm me.

The orgasm exploding through my sex is sudden and severe. It’s a million shattering sparks of pleasure, and I can’t speak. I just watch, trapped in the swing, trapped by the sight, then trapped, screaming, shaking while I hold on to Colt’s adoring stare. He’s in awe, watching me. “Yes, Blair.” He breaks character. “Yes, look at me making you come so hard.”

“Please!” I scream. “Please, I can’t take any more.”

Yes, I can, and they give it.

Colt carefully pulls out, and Beau gently eases in. They feel so different; it’s perfection.

New sensations storm my pussy.

Beau’s blue sheath isn’t long, but it’s obscenely thick, as inch after widening inch stretches me to receive him.

This is like our Valentine’s night. The first time Beau gave me my fantasy, the one he inspired.

Then he took my heart and left me with his.

Now, it’s his forever. It’s Colt’s forever.

It’s us. It’s who we are together; we are so kinky and cute and fun. I can’t believe my luck.

Colt rubs my clit with his bare thumb this time as Beau pushes in, then drags out, then pushes in again. I moan, loving it. Loving how he can’t go all the way. The foreign-looking ridged blue appendage on his real cock barely fits into my slick pink dripping cunt, but it drives us crazy.

I can tell by Beau’s ragged breath, trapped gaze, and Colt’s, which matches his; they’re feral for this.

We can’t stop staring at what we’re doing, at what they’re doing to me. It’s so damn lewd and luscious, and we love it.

“Yes, look at her,” Colt urges, circling my wet, tingling nub, making my thighs tremble. “Look at her taking that big alien dick like a sweet slut.” He rattles my clit, ruthlessly teasing, “Baby, you’re so dirty for your big daddies, aren’t you? Loving all our cock inside you? You come so hard for it, don’t you, dirty girl?”

Colt’s naughty words and a ridge on Beau’s sheath hit a sensitive spot inside and it’s euphoric. It’s explosive again. Another orgasm drops like a bright bomb through my body, and I jolt. I buck.

“Fuck!” I come so hard screaming, “Don’t!” I’m trapped in my fantasy, so don’t take me out. “Don’t fuck me anymore. I can’t stop coming on your big cocks, and I hate it. You’re making me such a whore. You’re taking turns with me.”

“Damn, Kitten!” Beau throws his chin up. He’s fighting the fantasy, too. “Fuck, yes, we will. We’re gonna take our real turns now.”

Carefully, he withdrawals before tugging the sheath off his cock with a slurp, dropping it on the carpet. So does Colt.

They stand so close, their muscular blue bodies touching between my thighs, bound open for them to begin.

They start the most carnal, savage, and sweet sight of my life. The most feral and base and beautiful sensation I’ve ever felt.

They give me my final chapter.

Colt drives his bare cock inside me and pulls out. His length hovers long and waiting while Beau goes next.

Slowly, Beau penetrates me, open and dripping, my sex splayed and glistening for their exploit. Then he pulls out while Colt’s tip slides along Beau’s length, aiming for me again. He takes his next turn while Beau rubs his swollen crown against Colt’s base.

Then, in and out and in and out, they slide inside me, watching as they alternate. They take. They give. They share. They shamelessly rub their cocks together while they fill my aching pussy, my sensitive walls clenching, thrilled with every penetration.

I moan at their relentless entrance and exit, at how they use me. They claim me, and I don’t want this to ever end.

Please, don’t let us end.

“God, yes.” I start crying in pleasure, like actual tears of rapture, of ecstasy. “Take turns. Share me. Oh my god, Beau, Colt, don’t stop. Please. I want you. I love you. Oh, my god, look at us.”

We’re connected. We’re captivated. We’re forever bound by the primal sight, by the natural sin that isn’t one.

Nothing this intimate and intense is wrong. It’s so right.

“You love this, don’t you, Blair?” Beau grabs the strap holding my leg. Colt grabs the other. Their other hands hold their shafts, guiding their claim, sharing their fortune. “You love our dicks taking turns with your pretty pussy. Fuck baby. You’re so beautiful. Look at us sharing you.” He grunts with his next thrust. “Damn, we fucking love you.”

He pulls out, staring into my eyes as Colt takes his turn, thrusting inside me. I cry out while he growls, “Fuck yes.” Colt starts shaking. “Fuck yes, we do. We love you, Blair.” He doesn’t pull out. “Fuck, Beau, let me feel you rub your dick on mine while I come inside her sweet pussy.”

Our alien fantasy is gone. Because this is us, raw and rough and real, it’s so beautiful.

“Do you want it, Blair?” Colt drives his length inside me, his thrusts deep and seeking. “Can I come inside you because goddamn I need to? I need to give you everything I have.”

“Do it,” I beg. “Do it.”

Feverishly, Beau thrills my clit with his finger vibrator, his hard cock rubbing against Colt’s exposed base, against the veins swelling in Colt’s shaft. The sight. The pleasure. The sensation. It binds so tight in my core, coiling tight, waiting…

“Watch yourselves come,” Beau says. “Both of you. Do it. Come so hard for us.”

I am. I shake. It’s building. It’s so intense, I’m afraid to let it go because Colt’s shaking too.

We’re watching where we’re joined, where Colt’s pumping inside me, where Beau’s cock is rubbing on Colt’s. Colt is so swollen, and Beau is so hard, waiting for his turn.

I’m the turn. I’m the one. I’m the woman they love and share and give and fuck and come inside…

And my entire body erupts. My eyes roll. My edges crack. I’m about to burst through my flesh.

“Come, baby.” Beau spanks my clit. “Squirt your love.”

I do. So does Colt.We burst. We cry out. I gush, pouring over Colt’s dripping length. It makes him growl, burying every inch inside me while he grunts, leaning forward, cupping my face before claiming my gasping lips with his kiss.

I can’t find my breath or sanity and don’t want it. I only want this, and I only want more. I’m not done.

I’ll never be done with them.

“Hurry,” Colt huffs over my mouth. “Keep her coming.” He pulls away. He leaves my shaking body, and Beau takes it.

Gone are the sweet blue men who gave me my fantasy because Colt looks possessed and Beau looks savage. He’s ferocious. His angry cock claims what’s waiting for him, what’s his, too.

“Fuck, Blair,” Beau snarls with primal thrusts, driving into me, slamming me against the door. I’m shaking, an orgasm still screaming through my sex while he demands, “Yes, keep fucking squirting for me. Goddamn, baby, yes. All over my dick. Fuck, one day, we’re gonna breed you for real. You’re gonna have our babies.”

I’m not in control. Beau is. He’s taking me again. I can’t stop it. I am in heat. I am an animal for him.

“Beau, please! Please!” He knows how to do it. He knows how to end us, how to satisfy this maddening hunger for each other while Colt takes us there.

He squeezes the base of Beau’s cock so tight, his other hand strumming my clit, and it’s an eternity of bursting lights.

I can’t see.

I can only explode again.

I can only come, helpless, while I hear Beau coming inside me, too, with his pained, driving grunts. Then he stills, buried inside me, while I feel Colt lean down, tenderly kissing my clit.

Bliss won’t stop shaking through my bones. Heaven lights up my veins. Euphoria drips down my cheeks, the ones suspended above the floor and those suspended above my crying smile.

My panting lips receive Beau’s kiss, Colt’s, Beau’s, then back and forth; they kiss me until we’re laughing.

Until I’m completely covered in their blue paint and love.

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