Free Morgan's Surprise: Powertools, Book 2 by Jayne Rylon

un-fucking-believable,” Neil muttered with envy.
    “Does.” Dave shuddered beneath her. “Harder, Joe.”
    He looked to Morgan for confirmation.
    “Do it.” She cried out when he thrust in deep. “I can’t take much more.”
    “She’s stretched so tight around you.” Neil and James kept a running commentary, making all three of them suffer as they strained toward the promise of pleasure greater than any they’d known before.
    The table rocked when Joe began to really pump inside her. Dave grabbed her hips and thrust from below. The two cocks inside her rubbed and slipped against each other. Morgan stopped thinking and lost herself in a universe comprised only of senses—the feel of them fucking her into oblivion, the sound of their grunts and moans, the smell of their arousal mixed with the lingering flavor of the chocolate cake.
    All of it combined to detonate a violent reaction. Before she could say anything, before she could even prepare herself, her orgasm crashed through her. She convulsed around the men fucking her, dragging them with her in a shared release of epic proportions. Dave stiffened first, filling the condom inside her with pulse after pulse of come.
    Her climax continued to drown her with waves of pure pleasure. Joe breathed a lungful of air into her constricted chest as he blew out a massive sigh, ending on a strangled groan. Hot jets of semen burst from his cock, splattering into the depths of her pussy and coating the latex barrier between them and Dave.
    His orgasm seemed to drag on for hours, just as hers did.
    And then the world faded to black.

    When she recovered, Morgan was cradled in Joe’s arms on the floor of her shower. Warm water began to cascade over them but neither had the energy to make a move for the soap.
    “Welcome back, cupcake.”
    “Hi.” She kissed his neck.
    “How do you feel?” Joe’s question sounded scratchy from the strain of his earlier shouts.
    “Never better.” She lay boneless in his grip. “You?”
    She held her breath. It was the moment of truth. How would he feel now that they’d acted out the fantasy?
    How weird would things be?
    “Sublime. But I think we’ve only just begun, Morgan.” He smiled against her damp hair. “Happy birthday.”
    Grateful for the droplets of water beading on his chest, she let the moisture seep from the corners of her eyes. The happiest tears she’d ever shed.
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    Epilogue
    Sunday evening had arrived far too fast. The best weekend of Morgan’s life was now history, though she would bet there were plenty more coming to rank high on her list. She ran past the crew, as they lounged on her couch, studying the sports highlights on TV, to answer a familiar knock at her door.
    “You’re back.” She squashed Kate in a fierce hug. If it hadn’t been for her best friend, none of this would have happened. But, before she could drag the woman somewhere private to dish, she caught the look on Kate’s face. “Wow, even happier than when you left. I didn’t think that was possible.”
    Kate wiggled the fingers of her left hand in front of Morgan’s nose. A high-pitched double-squee turned four heads from the living room. Mike covered his ears then squeezed past the women as they bounced and giggled some more. The glow of Kate’s smile nearly matched the glint from her gorgeous diamond ring.
    “I’m so happy for you. Truly.” Morgan hugged her best friend until she squeaked. “But…”
    “What?” Kate angled her head.
    Morgan grimaced at the shadow dimming her friend’s enthusiasm. “Nothing. Sorry—”
    “No, please. Don’t do that. Tell me what you’re really thinking.”
    “It’s just…” Morgan lowered her voice then peeked over Kate’s shoulder to where Joe leaned his hip against the counter. The crew took turns slapping Mike on the back and offering their congratulations.
    “Isn’t this all sort of quick? You’ve only known him a few months. How do you know it’ll last?”
    As though he