The wine had been broken into after Hunter had taken her ass, the three of them laughing deliriously as they sprawled in bed together. They were far from finished with her though. She came again and again, on their fingers, their tongues, their cocks. Even their rumbling, gravelly voices seemed to help take her over the edge more than once. Her arms unbound for the first time in hours, they laid her against the headboard, pillows piled behind her, and she watched them as they finally disrobed, her fingers sneaking down between her thighs to stroke her clit, despite the glint in Troy’s gaze telling her she’d be punished for that later on. It would be worth it. She practically drooled as they took off their shirts, the thick, muscled shoulders bespeaking their immense strength, rippling abdominals, and powerful chests making her nearly moan at the display of masculine beauty all around her. Hunter, slightly taller, was built almost as heavily as Troy, the main difference being Hunter’s somewhat lighter color — and the tattoo.
