Broken Play by Samantha Kane

breathe through the pleasure. “Hurts so good. Don’t stop.”
    “Baby likes it rough,” Cass growled. “That’s good. That’s real good. You hear how wet she is? Can’t wait to taste that.”
    “Can’t wait,” Beau echoed. He shifted slightly off to the side and pressed his crotch against her hip, his hard cock obvious through his jeans. He rubbed it against her and groaned. “I’m so fucking hard. You make me so fucking hard.”
    “I know. I know,” Cass whispered, pressing his cock against her other hip. He was just as hard as Beau, just as big and hot and aroused, and hers. Right this minute, hers.
    “Good,” she said. She wanted more words then, but they wouldn’t come to her. Just “Harder. Fuck me harder.”
    “Do it,” Cass told him sharply.
    Beau pulled his finger out and when he thrust it back in hard, it was bigger. She gasped, and on his next thrust she realized he’d added another finger. She began to tremble.
    “She’s close,” Beau told Cass, his voice shaky.
    “Stay deep and move inside her,” Cass told him. “I want to see her go off like a rocket.”
    Marian knew she ought to protest being talked over rather than to, but she frankly didn’t care at that point. She wanted to go off like a rocket. She hadn’t had an orgasm with a man in over six years. Then Beau pressed hard and deep inside her and began to rub a spot there, her G-spot. She knew it, had found it a time or two herself, and so she knew what was coming. She braced herself, but her orgasm still took her by storm. There was no holding back. She let out a keening cry and her mouth was pressed against Cass’s shoulder, she wasn’t sure by whom. Didn’t care. She bit down and rode the wave of the orgasm, not fighting it, chasing it. When Beau started to slow the movement of his fingers, she tore her mouth away and pleaded, “No, no. Don’t stop. Right there. More.” And he obliged her, until she was shuddering with each pass of his fingers.
    Cass was kissing her neck and crooning to her. “You’re so hot, sugar, so sexy when you come like that. Take it. Take it and come some more for me. So fucking sexy,” he murmured. They weren’t love words, but they were the words she wanted to hear. There was pleasure and satisfaction and acceptance in those words. He was telling her he understood her desire, he shared it, and he’d satisfy it. No man had ever given her what she wanted like these two just had.
    Beau seemed to know when she’d had enough and he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She moaned and let her head loll back against the wall. Beau didn’t say a word. As she watched he sucked his fingers into his mouth and groaned. He sucked them off, and when he was done he leaned in and kissed her. She could taste herself on his mouth, and liked it, liked his desire to share it with her.
    After he broke the kiss, Marian looked between the two men, who were smiling at her. She’d done it. She’d been with two men and the world hadn’t ended. It felt as if a new world had opened to her. But there was one more thing she had to do, one more hurdle before she could say she was truly ready to move on from her past.

Chapter 11
    “Your turn,” she said, reaching down and rubbing her hands along the evidence of their arousal. Their cocks were both big and hot through their jeans. She felt a little like a porn star in a bad movie, and she grinned.
    “Nope,” Cass said, moving his hips out of her reach. “This was for you.”
    “This will be, too,” she told him seriously. He stopped and cocked his head to the side, puzzled.
    “There’s more to that admission than I understand, isn’t there?” he asked quietly. Beau kissed her cheek and rested his forehead against the side of her head. His hand gently stroked her shoulder.
    “Yes,” she said, but no more. That didn’t belong here. It wasn’t here. But she had to make sure. She needed to give as good as she got if she hoped to have a successful