Destiny Calls by Samantha Wayland (100 best novels of all time TXT) 📗

not begun to ache just enough to pull his focus out of the moment.

Shit. He needed to stop supporting his weight with his arms. Quickly. But, by god, there was no way he was going to stop.

Pulling one of Destiny"s legs higher, he pinned it to her ribs and, for a moment, lost track of his goal and instead relished how his cock sank even deeper in her heat, his pelvic bone digging in against her clit. Destiny"s groan told him she approved.

He was never making fun of her yoga classes again. Ever. Hell, maybe he"d chip in for extra sessions.

His arm trembled. Fuck. Before his shoulder could give out, he pressed his chest tight to Destiny"s and rolled them both, her leg tucked under the unbruised side of his ribs, not stopping until he was on his back and she was lying on top of him.

Destiny looked down into his eyes from inches away, her honey hair a curtain around them, her concern telling him that his gymnastics hadn"t fooled her at all. Before she could voice the questions in her eyes and send them all off track, he ran both hands down her back and clasped them around her ass, grinding her down on his cock. Hard.

His groan mingled with hers, then her hands were planted on his chest, careful to avoid his bruises as she rose above him. Her long body arched to take him deep, her head thrown back so her hair trailed down her ribs, tickling the backs of his hands as he drew them up to her waist. She was a goddess, lifting herself up, almost allowing him to slip from from her clinging sheath, before sinking back down again. He ran his hands up her body to cup her breasts, his thumbs stroking over her beaded nipples. Within three strokes, she was lost to it, her eyes closed as she rode him swiftly.

He stared up at Destiny in wonder. Had there ever been a more beautiful woman?

Had he ever taken more pleasure from a woman? He didn"t think it could possibly get any better, any more intense. Then Patrick"s broad frame rose up, his long legs framing Destiny"s, straddling Brandon"s thighs to bring his chest to press along her back.

Patrick"s blue gaze held his, the corner of his mouth kicking up as he began to move with Destiny.

Oh, god. It could get better.

They both sank down above him and he groaned, his desire almost painful.

Patrick"s cock was trapped between their bodies, rubbing and sliding along the side of his shaft as Destiny rose and fell. Destiny, being a clever, clever girl, was careful not to press down too hard, but still hard enough to slicken Patrick"s cock with her juices.

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Brandon barely held onto his control. Again. His hips kicked and swiveled up and against his lovers, his hands frantic as they ran over breast and chest. Soft belly and firm. There was so much of Patrick and Destiny he wanted to touch. To taste. To have access, to be able to skim his palm from her soft thigh to Patrick"s hard one, coarse with hair and flexing beneath his touch as he rode along with Destiny, was overwhelming.

Patrick didn"t look to be in much better shape. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark, the skin tight across his face as he moved with Destiny. His big hands stroked her breasts, Brandon"s belly, ran up her thighs to rest on her hips before stealing across Brandon"s chest once more.

Destiny stared at him, her soft brown eyes sightless. Her strokes came faster, her legs working as she took him deep time and again. One of Patrick"s hands stroked down her belly and Brandon watched, fascinated, as Patrick"s finger began a quick and constant flick across her swollen clit. He"d only just begun when he pulled his cock from between them, no doubt sensing what was coming by the mounting tension in Destiny.

Brandon missed the press of Patrick"s heat between their bodies, but it wasn"t enough to stop the climax clawing its way out of his soul. He was so fucking ready. His hands shook as he grasped Destiny"s hips and pumped his cock up into her, frantic for release.

Destiny plunged faster. Harder. Then one last time, thrusting him deep and shouting out her pleasure. Rippling muscles rolled over him while she ground herself down on his cock and he pressed deeper, her spasms milking his shaft fiercely. His balls tightened to his body and he exalted in the telltale tingle at the base of his spine.

Fuck, yes. Finally.

His eyes were rolled back in his head, the shout already passing from his lips, when strong fingers reached between their bodies and clamped down, hard, on the base of his cock while others tugged his balls firmly.

Shit.

His eyes flew to Patrick, his body shuddering as it fought against Patrick"s control, trying to force his release past the barriers Patrick had created. And failing.

Sweet Jesus, Patrick had cock-ringed him.

Patrick"s smile was downright feral as he looked down over Destiny"s shoulder.

“Not yet.”

Brandon"s body actually trembled.

What next?

The boys were trying to kill her.

Destiny couldn"t think of a better way to go.

As the last spasms rippled, every muscle in her body went limp and she slid down onto Brandon"s chest, catching her weight on her arms at the last moment. His heart 94

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was hammering against his ribs, his breathing ragged. While she was two earth-shattering orgasms in, somehow Brandon and Patrick had held back. Patrick still knelt behind her, his huge hard-on pressing along the sensitive skin between her cheeks, running his big warm hands up and down her back, soothing and caressing her.

She"d been sure Brandon was going to come with her. Instead, he was still filling her, his erection rock hard, his chest heaving as he attempted to gather himself.

She stretched up and kissed him. It was amazing to her that after all these years she could finally be with him,