Free Take Me Again by MacKenzie McKade Page B

reeling. Her nipples tightened and streaks of pleasure burned between her legs. As a very naked, very aroused Dolan approached, a wave of desire released. Her heart was beating out of control. She couldn't wait for the moment he filled her.
    A finger penetrating her ass made her flinch and cry out in surprise.
    Dolan wrapped his arms around her. “Easy, darlin', I've got you. Just breathe. In. Out."
    She tried to breathe. Lord, she tried, but the feeling was so strange. The tight opening puckered as if trying to fight the invasion.
    Dolan covered his mouth seductively over hers. “Try to relax, sweetheart. Remember to breathe."
    How?
    He stole the air from her lungs when he pressed his cock between her thighs. In slow thrusts he caressed her swollen folds, rubbing across her clit to send tingles throughout her sex.
    "She's so tight.” Laughter was gone from Rowdy's voice. “So fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, before inserting another finger. The discomfort was minimal as he pushed past the ring of muscle. “She's almost ready."
    Oh yeah, she was ready. Coupled between two men, one finger-fucking her ass, the other teasing her slit. Who wouldn't be ready? In fact, she was past ready.
    "I need you in me,” she admitted to Dolan without shame. “Fuck me.” She couldn't wait a moment longer.
    A roguish grin tugged at his mouth. “My pleasure.” He angled his hips and the head of his cock separated her folds. For a moment, he held her in suspense.
    "Dammit,” she growled. “Take me now."
    Laughter swept over her as he thrust, driving all the way inside. It felt beyond fantastic. It felt—
    Tracy's eyes flew open when Rowdy's cock breached her ass. “Ohmygod.” The breath she swallowed lodged in her throat.
    "Breathe,” both men said at the same time. She wet her lips. As she inhaled Rowdy pushed forward.
    Yeow!
    Her knees buckled. She cried out and Dolan captured the sound with a kiss. The burn was like her ass had been lit on fire. A multitude of sensations washed over her.
    Fear.
    Pain.
    Even pleasure edged the sting.
    "You okay, baby?” Concern tightened Rowdy's voice.
    Dolan released her lips, looked into her eyes, and then he smiled. “She's good. Right darlin'?"
    Unable to speak, she nodded. Quietly they held her, allowing her body to adjust to their presence. Her heartbeat calmed, breathing eased, before they began to move. She braced herself, sucked in a terse breath and held on.
    Whatever she had expected to feel didn't materialize. In fact, she was at a loss as to how to describe the exquisite fullness. In unison they thrust in and out of her body.
    It was beyond amazing.
    The subtle pain seemed to heighten the ecstasy. Higher and higher she soared. Her body and mind lost to what these two men were doing to her. Dolan set the pace, an easy rhythm. Their hands were like those of musicians plucking strings of sensation over her body to make the sweetest music.
    Tracy closed her eyes and savored the moment.
    Rowdy groaned, his breathing ragged. “Ohhh...” He buried his fingertips into her hips as if he held on by mere threads. When his hard thighs slammed against hers, Dolan picked up the pace. Fast and hard, they pumped in and out carrying her towards the orgasm of a lifetime.
    A particularly strong contraction tightened and squeezed her pussy, shaking her to the core. Her eyelids flew open to the predatory gleam in Dolan's eyes. So much hunger—lust. No one had ever looked at her like that.
    "Mine,” he said with such conviction she could almost believe him.
    "I—Oh—” Another contraction stole her words.
    "Stay with us,” he encouraged. Lord knows she tried but felt her control slip.
    Perspiration beaded his forehead. His hand shook as he traced a path between her breasts, down her belly, stopping where their bodies met. “Rowdy?"
    "Fuck yeah."
    "Now.” Dolan reached between them and pressed his fingers to her clit.
    She bucked wildly between them. The lights in the room dimmed or maybe it was