Destiny Calls Samantha Wayland (the first e reader .txt) 📖

when urgency trumped gentleness. He and Brandon, together, had made her come apart at the seams.

It wasn"t something he would ever forget.

He suspected none of them ever would.

With a final gasp and push, her back arching, she froze. Then her orgasm roared through her, tensing every muscle and tearing a long, keening cry from her throat.

Brandon shuddered as he watched Destiny climax. She was so expressive, so uninhibited. And Patrick, god love him, knew how to play her body like a finely tuned instrument. He had led the three of them like the conductor of the most beautiful orchestra ever to grace Brandon"s ears. Or eyes.

It was all he could do not to follow Destiny over the edge. He could barely maintain a grasp on his tattered control. He"d had all kinds of sex in his life, from the almost anonymous to marathon sex with someone he loved. It had never felt like this. This limitless. This intense. This honest.

Destiny"s body went lax, sliding down onto the bed and twisting so she could look up at them, her legs still tangled with theirs. Her eyes were mere slits and her chest heaved, but still she looked like she wanted to eat him alive.

He knew he was staring at her the same way. “Is she always this hot?” he asked Patrick without looking away.

Patrick"s voice was a rough promise, “You"ve only seen the beginning.” His hand wrapped around Brandon"s biceps as they both stared down at her.

Destiny"s smile should have been one of absolute exhaustion, but he could see the need. God, she could barely catch her breath, but she was ready for more. She turned to smile at Patrick as he stretched out beside her, his hand gently stroking her soft belly and along the undersides of her breasts.

“Do you want more, Des?” Patrick asked as he nuzzled her ear. “Do you want Brandon"s beautiful cock filling you?”

Just hearing Patrick say the words sent electricity racing through Brandon"s veins, his skin prickling with anticipation. Destiny"s eyes locked on his. His cock throbbed when she nodded slowly, the vague look in her eyes replaced by sharply focused desire. Stretched out before him, with Patrick"s bigger, thicker body pressed close along her side, they looked like a perfect offering from the Gods.

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What had he done in his life to deserve this? To deserve the friendship and desire of two people he loved so much? He just might be the luckiest bastard on earth.

With a gentle hand on her cheek, Patrick turned Destiny"s face to his and kissed her, long and hard. Brandon watched, momentarily transfixed by the bounty before him.

Then he was moving closer, drawn inexorably toward them.

He ran the tip of his nose up Destiny"s calf, filling his head with her scent, the smell of her musk teasing his senses even from her ankle. He kissed the back of one knee, brushed his cheek along her inner thigh. She shifted, opening her legs to him and he was briefly tempted to go there. To lick and suck and fuck her with his tongue. But it would have to wait. His need was riding him too hard to delay.

Slowly, he crawled up over her, kissing her hip bones, dipping his tongue in her bellybutton, stopping to draw a nipple into his mouth. It puckered instantly against his tongue and he sucked harder, loving the sound of her moans swallowed by Patrick"s busy mouth, the feel of her body as it writhed against his. He released the nub reluctantly, still mindful of his goal, but was distracted again quickly. He"d seen her response to Patrick sucking on her neck, could see the red marks on her fair skin and pulled one into his mouth, no doubt darkening the little spot.

Brandon lifted his face and Patrick left her lips to capture his instead, kissing him deeply.

Destiny obviously loved to watch them kiss. She squirmed against him, bringing her legs up to hug his flanks. Her hips tilted and the head of his cock ran along the folds of her pussy, gathering moisture from her swollen lips. His hips jerked and he dipped deeper, bumping against her clit, his body screaming at him to sink in, to thrust. To sate.

Destiny touched his face and he and Patrick stopped kissing, both turning to look down at her. “Please, Brandon.”

Sweet Jesus. Yes.

He couldn"t look away from her face as he eased forward, her warm heat stretching to take him in. She"d already come, hard, so she was wet and ready, but still her sheath hugged him tight, the inner walls clasping his cock as he pushed further. It felt like heaven. Only better. Hotter, wetter, tighter and so fucking good. He twitched and thrust, eased and bucked, not stopping until he was buried in her to the hilt.

Already he was panting, his balls tight. Dropping his head, he nuzzled one gorgeous breast and told himself to breathe, to hold it together. He was fucking Destiny. His sweet, darling, wonderful, sexy friend. And Patrick was there, watching, running a hand down his shoulder, skimming his warm palm over Brandon"s ribs and along his tightly clenched ass. Brandon"s heart swelled in his chest.

God, he loved them so much already. The intimacy of the moment was off the charts. Enormous.

When he couldn"t stand it any longer, he began to thrust, exalting in the clinging walls of Destiny"s pussy as they held him close, the friction and heat unbearable.

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Patrick"s hand running along his body made him hotter, harder, increasing his speed, plunging and retreating quickly. Destiny"s arms locked around his neck and she moaned her approval.

He adored how she looked at him. How she felt. He glanced at Patrick to find him stroking his own cock, tugging it in time with their thrusts. Patrick"s hungry eyes devoured them, lingering where their bodies were joined, his enjoyment of the sight before him etched into his face.

Brandon almost came undone. He might have, had his still bruised shoulder