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shifts to start jackhammering my tender asshole
with his long dick. Still feeling the last shudders of my climax, sucking
Shane’s twitching cock, riding Austin’s thick shaft, there’s no relief from the
overpowering pleasure.
    Shane’s hips jerk, his
ass tightening, and he pumps warm, bitter cum down my throat. Austin curses
behind me and slams himself one more time into my snug anal passage. Then he,
too, is releasing hot streams of thick cum into me, marking his territory,
claiming me, filling me to overflowing.
    Shane is moaning my
name over and over as I gulp down his cum as fast as I can, and Austin’s face
is buried against my neck as he pants through his hard orgasm, cock twitching
and throbbing inside me. I hang almost limp between then, wracked with
pleasure, sore from tensing and squirming and bucking. When Shane finally draws
his cock from my lips and stumbles back a step, unsteady, I slump against
Austin and mew quietly.
    Then my first love is
gathering me up into his arms, careful to let Austin gently remove the cock
impaling me from behind. I melt against him, my arms twined around his neck,
unwilling to let go even as he tries to settle me down on the sleeping bags.
Still holding me, he directs Austin to unzip the bags and flip them open, so he
can lay me down inside and stretch out with me. His brother slides in behind me
and pulls the downy cover back over us, shielding up from the breeze.
    I shiver between Shane
and Austin, not from the chill of the wind, but from the exhaustion of suddenly
having everything I was sure I couldn’t—Shane, my Shane, and Austin. My childhood loves. My bad boys. To belong to them now, after everything… To know they
will drive me to this kind of release night after night, demanding everything
of me… My mind, my heart, soul and body…
    A realization stills my
trembling, and I melt against them. I’ve already given them that. They have me,
all of me. And I have them.
    I drift off to sleep
with Austin nuzzling and kissing the back of my neck and with Shane’s deep
voice whispering to me.
    “I promise, you’ll
never be without me again, Trina. I couldn’t stand to lose you now. Neither of
us could. You saved us.”
     
    THE
END
     
     
    AN
EXCERPT FROM ERIKA MASTEN’S
    TAKEN:
DOMINATED #1
     
    Ian is so fast, so precise and practiced, that I’m not sure how he
does it. One moment, I’m staring into his eyes. Then I’m twisted around on my
stomach, bent forward over the arm of the couch with his hand on my back
holding me down. I gasp as I feel him pull the hem of my dress up to my waist.
He leans over me, controlling me now with his hand at the nape of my neck, and
pulls my black silk panties aside. I can feel his stiff dick, pressing through
his expensive suit pants, against my ass. A moan bursts out of me without
warning as he sinks two long fingers into my pussy.
    Ian’s hot breath warms my neck and my ear. “Are you this wet from
thinking about him overpowering you, using you?”
    “Ian, let me explain—”
    “Valerie, be quiet and listen to me. If I ask you a question, you
will answer it with a yes or a no. If I tell you to say something, you will say
it. If I tell you to do something, you will do it. If you refuse at any time, I
will turn around and walk out that door.”
    The
implication—that he will walk out and not
come back —makes my chest ache. The tone he is using makes
my pussy ache.
    “Do you understand?” he asks.
    “Y-yes,” I choke out.
    “Very good,” Ian says and
rewards me with a deeper thrust of his probing fingers. I whimper and can’t
help pushing back against his hand. “ Shh ,” he
whispers soothingly against my hair and nuzzles my ear.
    My reaction to Ian is unlike
anything I’ve experienced before. The stern edge to his voice makes my stomach
tight, makes me anxious, desperate to please him. Then his tone softens with
praise, and I melt. His touch, as he holds me still by the back of my neck, is
firm and assured,