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Chloe understood that she’d crossed some sort of invisible line.
    There would be no going back, only forward. She had no idea what the future could possibly hold for them. In all likelihood they would burn hot, but fast. How could something that felt like this last? But for once, she wasn’t going to worry about that, not one little bit. All she was going to care about right now was living in the moment.
    She’d never been very good at that—her life, to date, hadn’t allowed her the luxury of letting go and having fun and just living in the moment. But, by damn, she’d live in this moment, and wring every drop of pleasure from it that she could.
    Emboldened, she ran her hands up and down Grant’s arms. He must have magnificent control to be able to hold his hot, hard cock so still inside her for this long.
    Why don’t I see if I can shake that control just a little bit?
    “I want you naked. I want me naked. And then I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard and fast and deep.”
    Only the flare of heat in his eyes—punctuated by the pulsing of his cock inside her cunt—gave away his response to her brazen demand.
    “Under the circumstances,” he said, “that seems like a reasonable request.”
    Chloe actually made a little sound of disappointment when Grant pulled out of her and then got to his feet. Her gaze riveted on his condom-covered cock, drenched in her own cream. Andrew worked her shirt off, and then slid his hand beneath her to unhook her bra.
    She shot him a sly glance, and then turned her attention back to his brother. Grant had dropped his shirt and was toeing his boots off.
    She didn’t think she’d ever had a man fuck her before, still wearing his boots. That couldn’t be right, and surely deserved some kind of punishment.
    Chloe spread her legs, reached down, and ran her finger through the juices gathered just at the opening of her slit, juices that the presence of his cock within her had drawn out.
    Grant fumbled in the act of pushing his pants down his legs.
    Chloe knew she had a cheeky grin on her face because that was how she felt. Cheeky—and daring, as she lifted her wet finger and sucked it into her mouth.
    “Mother of God,” Andrew said.
    “Yeah.” Grant bit out that one word as if it was a piece of year-old jerky. Naked now, he knelt once more on the bed between her spread legs. “You want it? Then put it where you need it, woman.”
    Chloe could have sworn her pussy lips quivered as Grant’s cock brushed them. The satiation from her first orgasm felt like a distant memory. Hungry, needing more, she reached down with her right hand and fisted him.
    The corner of his mouth twitched as she lavished two solid, firm strokes on him. Then she placed his cockhead against her cunt.
    “Fuck me, damn you.”
    “Hang on.”
    This time, her body didn’t fight his long, thick cock as he pushed into her. This time, she was ready for the sensation of his cock, so wide and long inside her, bumping against her cervix. He pulled almost all the way out, and then surged into her again, and then again.
    She nearly opened her mouth to tell him to go faster, but the look he gave her kept her silent. She understood, then, that these few strokes weren’t the main show. He was just ensuring that he could move in her without hurting her.
    He didn’t have to worry about that. Her cunt was so damn happy to have him there, it easily stretched wide and wept with joy.
    Grant stayed on his knees, leaning over her. He hooked her legs over his arms, and kept her spread wide open and at his mercy.
    And then he began to move .
    Beside her, Andrew gathered her hands and pulled her arms taut above her head. When she turned her face toward him, he laid his lips on hers.
    Arousal soared, pushed to the heavens by the sheer reality of kissing one man while another one fucked her. Andrew’s taste differed from Grant’s, but still melted like ambrosia on her tongue.
    She wanted to move, to counterthrust,