or fifth stroke had them both driving inside her at the same time, the action dragging Vincent’s cock over her sensitive G-spot. At that pace it didn’t take long for Mia’s body to reach for its climax.
Her back arched as she desperately tried to buck between them, urging them deeper, harder as they fucked into her. This night would have to last them two whole days and she didn’t know how she would survive without her two men for even that short a time.
Just before her orgasm burst over her and drove her over into an abyss of pleasure, both Vincent and Pierce bit the crook of Mia’s neck where her shoulder met her throat. White lightning exploded behind her closed eyes and Mia came apart in her mates arms as her climax overtook her.
Warmth gushed into her as their cocks pulsed deep, erupting with thick ropes of cum. Mia screamed their names over and over again, until she fell against Vincent’s chest and lost consciousness.
The next day she awoke to a note promising her that they would finish what they started two days hence.
* * * *
February 14th, 2014:
Red heart balloons and roses hung everywhere. Fragrant red petals littered the ground of the waterfront area, crushed carelessly beneath people’s feet as they bustled around preparing for the evening’s festivities. Just as Mia’s dreams were crushed when her lovers, Vincent and Pierce left her at the altar a year ago on this date.
Mia sighed as she watched a few of the early-birds stroll by. All of them looked so happy—so in love. Why shouldn’t they? Almost everyone here had come to tie the knot and live their lives in blissful contentment—at least for a little while.
Every year for the last ten years, the local jewelers and hotels sponsored the mass Valentine’s Day event. This year was the biggest yet. This year would see nearly two thousand couples tie the knot beneath the full moon, if the local news station had its calculations correct.
Not only was the moon full, but it was the Lunar New Year, a special event, indeed. Many believed their lives and their luck would change on February fourteenth. Mia didn’t hold out much hope for that.
She still loved the men who had dumped her a year ago. Hell, who was she kidding? They hadn’t even had the decency to dump her. They had merely disappeared, never to be heard from again. They had told her their assignment wasn’t a dangerous one, so it couldn’t be that.
Still, her disappointment at their desertion didn’t make her love them less. It only made her dislike them more. Every time she saw couples in love, every time she read a romance, she felt her love and her hatred of their ways grow.
Taking a deep breath, Mia shook off her melancholy funk and stared up at the clear blue sky. God, I wish I could be anywhere but here. The last thing she wanted was to become the old spinster who hung about, envious of others’ happiness. She didn’t want that, but she could see it coming. No one would ever compare to her lovers. No one could.
A warm breeze blew in off the gulf, its salty scent reminding her of still more things she would miss. Sex on the beach, beneath the moon. Her men sharing her in the warm waters of the Caribbean the way they had promised to do the next time they went to see their people.
“Excuse me.”
Mia jumped as a caterer bustled by carrying a large tray of meats and cheeses. She fought the urge to reach out and grab a handful. Eating was not the answer. Getting out was the answer. She knew it, but still couldn’t force herself to accept a date, no matter how damned horny she was. She knew from her experience with her toys, nothing would rid her of her desire to fuck but her mates.
They might not have meant to leave her close to being a raging nymphomaniac, but they had. Every day she woke to the need to come, repeatedly, only to realize that no matter how many times she came, how many times she used her dildos on herself, nothing could replace the two men
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