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getting injured humping trees.” The man shuddered, not the slightest trace of humor in his voice. John wanted to laugh at the image the lawyer conjured but managed to keep the urge under control and nodded instead.
    Brock was already whispering in Mikayla’s ear by the time they reached the elevator. Her legs wobbled as they stepped into the empty compartment, and Brock wasted no time pressing her between her two husbands.
    “Baby girl,” he whispered quietly. “John and I are going to remind you of all the reasons you married us.”
    She nodded and looked over her shoulder to give John a soft smile. Every instinct he owned screamed at him to urge her to her knees and ram his cock deep into her heavenly mouth. She pressed back against him as his dick grew against her ass cheeks. “I know what you’re thinking,” she said in a voice full of promise. “You, too,” she said to Brock.
    The walk back to their hotel seemed to take forever. Desperate to make love to his wife, John lifted her in his arms and carried her the last few hundred feet. By the time they made it to their room, his cock was nearly hard enough to tear through the material of his jeans.
    “Hands and knees,” Brock said as soon as the door closed.
    Mikayla dropped to all fours immediately, a soft smile gracing her beautiful lips—lips John planned to have wrapped around his cock any moment.
    Brock nodded as John stripped off his clothes and knelt in front of Mikayla. She licked his cock as soon as he was close enough, and the unexpected caress sent his blood pressure soaring. It had been so long since they’d been together intimately that he wasn’t sure he would last through the first hard suck on his aching flesh.
    Naked, Brock knelt behind Mikayla, lifted her dress over her hips and pulled her panties halfway down her thighs. The first slap took John by surprise. Again and again Brock’s large hand landed on Mikayla’s ass. “Why are you being punished, baby girl?”
    She shook her head, her uncertain gaze meeting John’s own confused expression. Punished?
    “This is for not talking to us.” Brock slapped her again, even harder. “This is for not trusting us enough to tell us how you felt.” The slaps didn’t abate, and for a moment John wondered whether he should intervene. Brock seemed angrier than John had ever seen him. “And this is for doubting that we love you.”
    Tears flowed freely from Mikayla’s eyes, but she didn’t protest. Brock rubbed his hand soothingly over her reddened flesh. “Don’t leave me, baby girl,” he said, sounding on the verge of tears himself.
    Mikayla’s expression showed her own concern, but then Brock did something else, and she closed her eyes for a moment and moaned loudly. As the heat from Brock’s spanking finally morphed into desire, Mikayla’s eyes darkened with arousal and a sensual smile graced her face. John couldn’t resist rubbing his cock gently against her lips. Without warning, she greedily sucked him into her mouth.
    She worked his cock frantically, sucking harder as she shook with her own orgasm and Brock thrust into her from behind. The hard, urgent pace meant John’s cock slid deeper down her throat every time Brock thrust into her pussy. She practically screamed around his erection as her whole body shook with release. John couldn’t hold back his own orgasm any longer. Heat boiled in his groin, and then cum burst from his cock, filling her mouth, splashing her throat with his seed.
    She swallowed convulsively, refusing to let him pull away. He caressed her hair and face as Brock finally stopped thrusting into her and held still. Brock leaned over, still lodged in her pussy, and kissed the back of her neck. “I love you, Mikayla,” he said very seriously. “Please don’t ever forget that.”
    Mikayla finally released the suction she had on John’s cock and looked over her shoulder to Brock. John couldn’t quite believe the hurt he read on Brock’s face and again