Epilogue #2
“Kane,” Zane calls out, “keep her distracted while I work the lube in.” A cap snaps behind me. “I’m going to touch you, Mercy, and finger your ass. Like we’ve done before.”
I repeat what I said earlier. “I trust you.”
He puffs out a breath, and I can picture the little smile on his face. “Stop saying that.”
“But it’s true.” I curve my neck to glance at him over my shoulder. “I trust you.”
A blush colors his face from the tip of his forehead down the length of his nose, and he pushes up his glasses with his forearm to hide his smile. “Alright, I hear you.” Taking a breath, he nods towards Kane. “Your turn.”
While Sam rocks into my pussy with shallow thrusts, Kane works his tongue into my mouth and dominates, exploring every inch.
The contrast between the careful concentration below and the frenzy above is met with a third sensation as Zane keeps his word and rims my asshole with his fingertips.
Pressing through the resistance, he drips lube into my hole and spreads it with his finger, pulsing in and out slowly.
I moan, the sound lost inside Kane’s kiss. Liquid heat courses hot and fast through my veins, overflowing from my heart and spilling into my extremities. My heart beats frantically, unable to pick a rhythm with so many pulsing inside of me at once.
Zane pushes a second finger inside while Kane sucks a hickey onto my neck and twists my nipples, determined to overwhelm my senses. But I want to feel all of them, all at once, everywhere. I bite Kane’s throat and he moans, dropping his hands to my waist and squeezing.
“If you want something in your mouth,” he growls, “you know where to look.”
Flicking my gaze to his crotch, I stare at the hard length trailing down his pant leg. Carefully, I place my hand on him and stroke, enjoying the way he hisses in pain.
“Take it out,” he growls, snagging his fingers in my tangled hair.
Sam sits still as I struggle to free Kane’s dick, but the moment I wrap my hand around the base, he’s moving again, punching his hips harder, faster, gritting his teeth as he stares up at my bouncing tits.
Zane doubles his efforts, too, stretching me with a third and final finger before pressing his dick against my hole.
They both wait for me to lick Kane’s slit and sink down over the tip before they move, both of them sliding a few inches inside.
I clench my eyes shut and cry out, my heart leaping to my throat.
Zane tests our connection, breathing deep as he slides the tip in and out.
“You’re doing great,” he mutters, grabbing my hip to pull me back onto his cock.
Another inch slides in while Sam slips out, his dick slapping his stomach.
With a growl, he presses it against my entrance and thrusts, punching his hips up and slamming home.
“Ah!”
Pleasure hits like a gunshot, radiating heat from my pussy. Back and forth, Zane and Sam fight for my body, creating a frantic rhythm that makes sucking Kane’s cock impossible.
“Let me help you,” Kane rasps, cupping the back of my head. Then, he pushes me down, quickly hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. “Relax, sweetheart, just like you’re doing for the others. You can take it.”
I know that I’ve held Sam’s dick in my throat before, but he’s half the size of Kane and not nearly as brutal. But Sam isn’t coming to my rescue; he’s snarling like a beast as he slams me onto his cock. My pussy flutters and he groans, holding me down.
Zane takes advantage and thrusts, his hips hitting my ass as he bottoms out.
“Goddamn, Mercy, you’re cutting off my circulation.
” He drags in a breath and rocks his hips, staying deep as he enjoys the warmth and grip of my ass.
“That’s a good thing,” he clarifies, nipping my shoulder. “You feel fucking amazing.”
Tears spill free and finally, Kane pulls me up by my hair. I choke on my saliva as I gasp for air, my eyes stinging as my mascara runs.
“God, that’s sexy. You’re sexy.” Smearing my makeup with his thumbs, Kane kisses my mouth. I tremble in his arms as hot liquid shoots inside my pussy, making me clench around Sam’s pulsing cock.
Muttering nonsensically, Sam grips my hips with punishing strength, no doubt bruising both sides as he holds me in place. He grinds up into my heat as he comes a second time, tossing his head back with a hiss.
Chuckling darkly, Kane lines my mouth up with his cock.
“You’re gonna get knocked up,” he says matter-of-factly, pushing me onto his cock the same way that Sam holds me over his.
They both bury as much of themselves as they can in my body, Sam actually being successful while Kane shoves half his dick between my teeth.
I feel the scrape more than I hear the growl, but that doesn’t stop him.
It makes him swell on my tongue.
Thick ropes of cum spill into my mouth and hit the back of my throat.
I can’t breathe—too much—until finally, Kane lifts my head.
Spots dance in my vision as his cum slips past my lips and drips onto his lap, but I don’t care so long as the burn in my chest disappears.
I gasp for air and choke on saliva and semen, crying out when Zane snaps his hips forward and pushes me onto my forearms. Sam’s cock slips from my pussy and his cum leaks down my thighs, but Zane lifts my ass higher and pounds harder, panting and moaning as his body starts to shake.
Then he finally erupts, his dick twitching hard as he comes. Liquid heat pumps deep inside of me, and my body breaks. I come hard as Zane does, spilling his seed as my pussy clenches and more of Sam’s cum slides down my thighs.
With a gasp, Zane slides his dick free and palms my cheeks, spreading them so that he can see the mess we’ve made together. “Kitten, you’re fucking filthy.” He pushes his finger back inside and groans as he plays with my gaping asshole.
I whimper and collapse, unable to hold myself up anymore.
All three men take turns stroking my hair, cleaning my body with a warm, damp cloth, and kissing me all over.
Once I’m drifting to sleep, they finally tuck me into bed and wish me goodnight, each of them curling around a different part of my body.
My muscles ache and my brain’s fuzzy, but my heart is so full that it might burst.
“I love you,” I whisper, knowing that one of them will hear me and say it back.
Someone caresses my spine and rubs my lower back. I open my eyes to find Zane’s glittering like diamonds in the dark. He doesn’t say I love you back, but he kisses me like he means it, and even though I don’t hear the words, my soul does, and that’s enough.
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