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unfamiliar at the same time. She could feel his resistance in the tension of his body and she worked at him, dedicated to wearing down his resolve. She wanted to taste him, to feel his release splashing in her mouth, but even more than that, she wanted to know his cock inside her.
    Abruptly, he pushed her back into Liam’s arms. Kat stared up at Hunter, on the verge of begging, but he spoke before she had to.
    “Stand her up and bend her over,” Hunter ordered.
    Liam didn’t hesitate. He drew Kat to her feet and turned her to face him. She opened her mouth for a kiss, which Liam gave generously and unconditionally, his tongue stroking hers with an intimacy bred from years of carnal knowledge.
    Hunter crowded behind her until his wet cock prodded her buttocks. Kat relaxed, letting his cock slide easily along the crease of her ass. She moaned into Liam’s mouth as Hunter jacked himself between her cheeks.
    As much as she enjoyed Liam’s passion, she was desperate for Hunter. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “I want him inside me.”
    Liam nodded and drew her forward. Hunter’s cock slid away but he didn’t leave her bereft for long. Following closely, Hunter reached around her to palm her breasts. He rubbed the silk over her nipples and pinched both tight peaks through the thin cloth. Wetness flooded her pussy and ran sticky between her thighs.
    “Please,” she moaned.
    “Lean over here, K-K.” Liam sat on one of the kitchen chairs and unzipped his pants. He fisted his cock, drawing it out for her to see.
    Drawn to Liam’s familiar flavor, she spread her feet for balance and bent, trusting Liam to keep her from falling. Hunter caught her around the waist while Liam supported her head and shoulders. Holding Liam’s thighs for balance, Kat closed her eyes and gave herself over to the two men who’d once been such prominent features in her life.
    She heard the rustle of a condom wrapper and then Hunter’s erection bobbed heavily against her inner thigh. He plucked the G-string from between her cheeks and gripped her left cheek hard, his thumb in her crease. He held her exposed while he positioned his broad head against her entrance. Kat moaned around Liam’s cock and arched her back, angling her hips to receive Hunter. His blunt fingernails dug into her hip a millisecond before he swore and speared into her with one long, rough thrust.
    “He likes your pussy, Kat.” Liam petted her neck, coaxing a whimper of pleasure from her throat. “He’s grinding his back teeth together so hard, he might hurt himself, that’s how much he likes your pussy.”
    “Shut the fuck up, Liam,” Hunter grunted.
    If she were able to speak, she might have echoed Hunter’s sentiment. Hunter had been out of her life for a long time, and he’d never been deep inside her like this. She wanted to focus on the sensations assaulting her.
    Fully aware he might never be part of her life this way again, she concentrated on feeling. Hunter clutched her hips like a man clinging to a ledge, like he’d fall to his death if he let go. His thick erection was different in shape and angle from her husband’s cock. More, he pumped differently than Liam, who had made an art out of slow, gliding strokes. Liam liked to take his time and savor the moment. Hunter seemed to prefer fast and wild. Just as Kat thought she had his rhythm figured out, he altered speed or depth.
    He released her left hip and reached beneath her, tunneling through her folds to find her hard, distended bud. His strokes slowed and deepened, holding at the end of each plunge.
    “She likes clockwise circles,” Liam supplied. His voice told Kat he was close to coming, too. His voice and the salty flow of precome across her tongue.
    “Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Hunter growled the words as he caught her clit between his fingers.
    Hot sparklers of pleasure burned through her system at Hunter’s rough touch. In hopes of another little pinch, Kat clenched Liam’s hips and sucked