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

her movements to Patrick"s, pulling herself off Brandon as Patrick"s cock slid almost entirely from her ass, dropping herself back so that both cocks plunged into her at the same time, bumping and rubbing through the wall that separated them.

Both men shouted their pleasure, muttering her name and each other"s, listing the reasons she was perfect.

She felt perfect. Complete. More alive and joyful than she could ever remember being. This kind of happiness was something only these men could give her.

She relished it. Relished them, thanking them the only way should could at that moment, working her hips harder. Faster.

It was incredible. Unspeakably wild, the friction so intense she thought she might catch fire. She"d never in her life been so full. So thoroughly filled up, touching their bodies in so many places, flooded with sensations. She felt vulnerable and strong.

Powerful and completely out of control. It could have been scary but these were her boys. The men she trusted most in the world. She didn"t have to think. To worry. All she had to do was let go.

She looked down at Brandon"s beautiful face, his concentration fierce as he strove for the climax he"d put off for too long. His hands gripped her hips hard, his fingers interlaced with Patrick"s. It thrilled her that they were sharing this. Sharing her, as she shared in them.

When their pace increased, she gave herself over, letting the men anchor her with their hands and bodies so that she could simply ride out the ecstasy. She closed her eyed to absorb every moment, every movement. The flex of Brandon"s biceps beneath her hands, the slap of Patrick"s skin against her ass.

Her men. Exquisite. There was almost nothing left of her consciousness. Just sweet, hot sensation.

When she went over the edge, she thought perhaps her dear men had finally succeeded in killed her, as for one glorious moment time stopped.

One heartbeat. Two.

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Pleasure exploded out from her center. She screamed, her hips kicking in circles she couldn"t control, her legs giving out so that she slammed down on Brandon"s up-thrust hips and rode him down onto the mattress. She clung to him, his cock jammed into her to the hilt, bumping her cervix as another explosion of pleasure burst from within, this one accompanied not by her scream, but by Brandon"s hoarse shout. Hot cum splashed into her as her pussy rippled over his shaft.

Glorious.

Patrick slammed deep into her ass, his groan loud in her ear as he convulsed around her, releasing her hips to wrap his strong arms across her ribs, his body bent over hers as his hips shoved and bumped against her ass again and again, grinding her down onto Brandon. The pulse of his cock in her ass, the heat of his release, coupled with her clit grinding against Brandon and the expression of pure ecstasy on Brandon"s face as he looked up at both of them, sent her over again.

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Chapter Nine

Brandon felt like he"d been run over by a Mack truck. His shoulder throbbed, his ribs ached and his thigh was one flex away from the mother of all charley horses.

He"d never been happier in his life.

He was face down on the mattress, pinned to the bed by various limbs belonging to his sleeping lovers. Opening one bleary eye, he saw Patrick"s alarm would go off in five minutes. His alarm at home was going off now, which was no doubt why he was awake so early.

That and the pain.

Shifting gently, he dislodged Patrick from his back and rolled to his side, encouraging Destiny"s leg off his ass to settle instead between his thighs. It worked out pretty well for him, since it meant she was supporting his sore thigh with her softer one, keeping his cramp at bay and distracting him from the agony shooting down his arm with the feel of her smooth skin against his.

Shifting again in an attempt to get his shoulder to stop screaming at him was a mistake, sending a path of fire from his neck to his fingertips. He wanted to shout, to thrash around in the bed, do something to channel the agony, but strangled it all down to one small gasp. When Destiny stirred behind him, he gave up the luxury of breathing until she settled once more.

Not that he wasn"t looking forward to seeing his friends" faces, soft with sleep and the memory of shared passion, but he knew what they"d do if they saw he was in pain.

He wasn"t in the mood to be coddled and he most certainly wasn"t going to do anything that might make them stop touching him. Vigorously.

Lying still, he concentrated on his breathing, hoping the pain would mellow. It didn"t work worth a damn, but by the time the alarm went off, he thought he at least looked serene again.

The moment the loud classic rock station blasted into the room, Patrick opened the one eye that wasn"t smashed into the bed. And smiled. A slow, sleepy, smile that took Brandon"s breath away. He could happily wake up to that look every day for the rest of his life.

Destiny was slower to come out of her dreams, but her smile was equally satisfied.

And satisfying.

As happy as he was to share a morning-after moment with them, he was even happier when they both kissed him gently and tucked him in again. It was the first time this week he was glad to have a day to convalesce in bed. The minute they left the room, he collected exactly enough strength to sit up and pop one of the narcotic ass-101

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kickers the docs had sent home with him, then curl up under the covers once more. He hated how the drugs fucked with his head, but one now and one at lunch would let him sleep and heal—hopefully enough for whatever might happen that night once Destiny and Patrick returned home.

He was already looking forward to it.

Hours later, he