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until it bloomed out of control.
    “It won’t be much longer,” James murmured in the background. “Are you almost ready, Neil?”
    “Been waiting our turn for at least nine million years, haven’t we?”
    “Just feels that way.” Mike shushed the pair. “Don’t distract Morgan.”
    As if she could think of anything but the force of the man driving inside her, pushing her tighter to her husband with every surge of precise momentum Dave instilled in her. His scrunched lids flew open, revealing the clear honesty in his bright eyes. “Want this. So badly. Both of you. Deserve it. To have what you need.”
     The intensity of his desires percolated through every pore of Morgan’s body. She absorbed each droplet of the genuine compassion oozing from him while hoping she deserved such gallantry. Her body responded to the emotions barraging her heart and soul. It squeezed him tight, enhancing the effort he dedicated to pleasing her in this moment as well as the greater scheme of their lives.
    She hadn’t imagined she could come with each man this evening. In the recesses of her mind, she remembered Mike’s advice—orgasms improved the odds of conception. Thank God it wasn’t the other way around or she’d stand no chance at all.
    Her toes curled as ripples began to undulate her swollen channel around the constant invasion of Dave’s shaft. Balls slapped against her ass each time he ground deep within her. They both shouted as they escalated each other’s pleasure through the natural expression of their own rapture.
    “I’m going to come,” Dave bellowed. He threw his head back and impressed her all over again with the magnitude of his strength. Muscles twitched as he restricted the range of their flexing.
    Morgan looked to Joe. No speech was possible, or necessary.
    Greedy. If she was going to climax, she required everything Dave had to give.
    “Fuck her harder.” Joe spanked Dave. A crack rang through the room as his palm met bunched muscle. “Give her all of you. She can handle it. Wants it. Needs it.”
    The plaintive mewling that erupted from her throat might have been embarrassing if she hadn’t been so desperate to shatter with her husband’s friend. Instead, the sound seemed to infiltrate Dave’s resistance.
    Roaring in a primal display she’d never witnessed from him before, Dave grasped her hips, tilted her to optimize the angle of his invasion, then dug deep. He rammed inside her, reaching magical spots she’d only heard clinical discussions about in the past. The fringes of her vision grew smoky as she held her breath in anticipation of the climax about to burst through her.
    Flares danced in front of her eyes when she shattered. Though she squirmed and thrashed, Dave never let go. He rode her with the single-minded purpose of a man driven beyond sanity, boundaries or polite considerations. When the clenching of her muscles prohibited him from plunging as fast as he preferred, he locked deep instead.
    Intermittent grunts rained over her like the plop of thick cake batter from the wire attachment of her favorite mixer. Dave bit her neck and trapped her. Utterly helpless to move, she was forced to endure the blinding sensations, which verged on too intense. Too amazing.
    And then she felt it.
    Scalding heat flooded her pussy.
    Dave emptied himself inside her one stream at a time. He jerked in synch with the spasms gripping him, cursing and praising her with every wrenching wave of his orgasm. Their hips banged together at each involuntary buck that enhanced the natural range of his spurts inside her. A wash of liquid lust drenched her.
    His climax seemed to last forever, renewing hers with each additional seizure of his muscles and the strangled groans accompanying them. The final two or three pulses of his cock tapered off, leaving him moaning and chanting her name in reverent sighs.
    Morgan floated, completely dazed. She tried to cling to his sweaty shoulders when he retreated, but he slipped