Take Three, Please Read Online Free Page B

slit,
just barely inside her, then he settled down over her, brushed a finger across
her lower lip.
    Brandon and Ethan sat on either side of her, lifting and
spreading her legs, opening and holding her wide for Mark. With their free
hands, they stroked over her hair, ran their fingers through the tangled locks.
    Then Mark pressed against her, probed inside her opening.
    “I want you so badly,” he whispered in her ear. “It seems
like I’ve been waiting forever.”
    And with those words, he drove his huge cock inside her,
shocking a cry from her open mouth, a burst of surprised air from her lungs. So
big. He stretched her, on the verge of hurting, but not quite.
    His groan of surrender fueled her own desire, and he settled
into long, slow strokes. She lifted her hips to meet him and would have wrapped
her legs around him if they weren’t being held captive by Brandon and Ethan.
    But she liked that they held her ankles, liked the way it
made her feel spread for them, taken. Owned.
    Mark nuzzled her neck and sent tingles dashing downward to
join with the incredible sensations of him moving inside her.
    Sometimes, she’d hear Brandon mutter a soft, “Yes,” or Ethan
blow out a long breath.
    And they settled in like this, for a while anyway. And it
was lovely, and her nerve endings were abuzz.
    Morgan breathed in the scents of her lovers, accepted Mark
sliding in and out of her, the sweetness of his weight upon her, his girth
inside her. She stroked his muscled back, his solid shoulders and squeezed his
lean hips.
    And she was more than ready when he pumped into her faster
and faster, driving to the hilt, relentless in pursuit of her depths. She
bucked up against him, met his thrusts. And soon she was panting again,
thrashing, and seeking another release.
    It wasn’t to be, though. Mark came before she did. He threw
back his head and cried out his release, the deep sound of his cries urging her
onward, pushing her closer to a second brink.
    No, though. Too soon, he leaned down and kissed her softly,
then he pulled out of her, and the moment was gone.
    Ethan lay stretched beside her, his cock already sheathed in
a condom. He wrapped his big arms around her and turned her onto him, where he
lay on his back and she straddled him. His hands cupped her ass, and lifted
her, guiding her over his cock, then impaled her on his rod in a smooth, quick
motion.
    His cock was longer than Mark’s and she felt him deep inside
her. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her as his hips began moving
upward, his hands wrapped firmly around her waist, sliding her over himself
while he fucked her. In this position, she would have expected to the do the
work, but Ethan had other ideas.
    As did Brandon, she soon discovered, when he began squeezing
her ass. He helped move her over Ethan’s cock, pushing her forward then waiting
for Ethan to press her back downward into position for Brandon to push forward
again.
    Ethan groaned under her and Brandon breathed hard behind
her. Mark stretched out on his side nearby, watching her as avidly as ever, his
cock at half-mast after his orgasm.
    The position in which Brandon and Ethan held her was
maddening by way of angle of entry and stimulation on her clit. And her breasts
rubbed against Ethan’s hard chest, the friction super-sensitizing her nipples.
    “Yes, yes,” she whispered under her breath, as she slid
forward and backward over Ethan, as the fire built higher inside.
    “Come with me,” Ethan said, fucking her faster, his breath
blowing hot and hard against her cheek.
    She shivered. “Yes, please.”
    Brandon pushed faster. Ethan pulled harder. Morgan’s fingers
wrapped in Ethan’s hair, and if she was pulling it too hard, he didn’t
complain.
    “Now,” Ethan said, his chest rising up against her as he
entered his own orgasm, his head arcing back against the mattress, his exposed
throat stretching before her.
    She buried her face in his neck, in his sandalwood scent,
and her