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strained as they slowly drove her out of her mind. The delicious torment to her pussy halted, and the bed dipped when Antonio came closer. Santos relinquished her breasts, allowing his friend to take the lead.
    Antonio moved over her. Reaching between them, he guided his cock to her pussy.
    “Please. Please fuck me,” Jane sobbed. Releasing her grip on the duvet, she reached for him.
    His cock broached the sensitive entrance to her pussy. She moaned and thrust her hips upward. Impatience and arousal rode her hard. She wanted him inside her, and she didn’t want to wait. Her eyes slid closed.
    “Is this what you want, Beauty?” Rubbing his cock against her pussy, he pressed forward, parting her needy flesh. “My cock, inside you? Fucking you?”
    He was torturing her. Her hands gripped his arms, the muscles were living marble. Antonio held himself over her, his cock mere centimeters from giving her what she wanted. Shivers danced along her skin.
    “I want you inside me.”
    “That’s my girl.”
    Pressing forward, his cock entered her, stretching the delicate nerves. She was sobbing by the time he covered her. Pushing her hips up, she took him deeper until she was stretched, filled to excess yet still she wanted more.
    “Easy,” Antonio breathed against her throat.
    Wrapping her legs around his waist, she shivered when the root of his cock caressed her clit. It was hard to breathe, to think, with this man inside her. He thrust, and she struggled to regain control even as the rush of pleasure threatened to devour her.
    Antonio slid his arms beneath her shoulders, angling his body low and tight against hers. He began to thrust, slowly and deeply. His body was hot and hard against hers.
    Silky groans started in her throat as the tension spiraled higher. Her nipples ached, the hair on his chest sending jolts of sensation through them. With each thrust her groans increased in volume.
    Teeth grazed her shoulder and her eyes flew open. Santos was close beside them, his gaze fixed on her face. Hunger burned in the depths of his dark brown eyes. A movement caught her attention. One big hand was curled around his cock, and he was roughly stroking himself.
    The sight of those harsh jerks was enough to bring her to the edge. Her thighs tightened around Antonio’s waist, and her release beckoned.
    Without warning he unhooked her ankles and pulled away. Her pussy was empty and throbbing without him. Sobbing in protest, she struggled to reach for him but he moved too fast.
    Santos sat up and grabbed her legs. Pulling her to the edge of the bed, he stood. Stepping between her legs, he caught her behind the knees and pulled her upward until her lower body was suspended over the mattress. He hooked her knees over his shoulders. When he entered her, she howled like a cat in heat.
    Santos’s movements were more forceful than Antonio’s. His big hands dug into her hips holding her against him as he plunged into her weeping cunt. He moved with less finesse and far more urgency. With each thrust against her clit, Jane was mewling with the burning need to come.
    Antonio settled himself beside her, his mouth covering her nipple. Sucking hard, his left hand slid toward her pussy. His fingers threaded through the soft hair, and he gave the strands a gentle tug. The spark of pain was too much.
    “I can’t…” she panted. “I just can’t—”
    “You can take me, Beauty.”
    Santos’s voice broke. Any pretense of the urbane man was gone leaving a hungry beast in its wake. His thrusts accelerated, and the headboard began to rattle. Antonio continued suckling her nipple, his wayward hand administering gentle tugs on her pubic hair.
    Her body was relentless in its quest for release. Need rose hard, sucking the breath from her lungs. Her back arched, thrusting her cunt against Santos’s cock. Release broke over her like a summer storm, her body buffeted by the waves. Ribbons of pleasure enveloped her body, and she lost all sense of time