I Take Thee by Red Garnier

chest. She was surrounded, flesh to flesh with the smooth, warm flesh of two horny males, and her body felt like it burned in a hellfire.
    She whimpered when Jake’s calloused hand brushed across her sex, smoothing the cream that dripped down her pussy up to her ass, rubbing it over the tiny entrance.
    “Got a rubber on, pal?” Marcus’s voice rumbled in his chest, vibrating against her breasts and filling her with even more longing.
    “Of course.”
    Before Marly realized what Jake was doing, she felt it, the tip of his cock rubbing the outside of her ass.
    She tensed with anticipation, her thighs clamping around her husband’s hips, the move pressing her closer to Marcus’s throbbing length while Jake continued to touch the crown of his cock to her entrance.
    Her head fell back, eyes drifting shut now, and all she could think or say was, “Oh, God.”
    “Do it. Fuck her. She wants you to.” Marcus’s low, raspy command sank into her brain at the same time Jake penetrated. Her nails sank into her husband’s shoulders, her cry ringing loud in the room as Jake pushed and pushed and pushed until he’d lodged himself deep inside the tight channel.
    Marly wasn’t even breathing anymore by the time Jake began to fuck her, slowly, thoroughly. Expertly. There was no pain, only pleasure in each slow, precise thrust of his hips.
    “Christ,” Jake muttered. “You’re so damned tight and so damned hot…Jesus!”
    Marly trembled as a fresh wave of heat washed over her.
    “Harder,” was all she said, earning herself a grunt, and an increase in pace that made her whimper from the force. Every atom in her body seemed aware, alert of every little nuance, every breath, every touch, every scent, tensing all the bones and muscles inside her until she thought she couldn’t bear it.
    Marcus cupped her face, his eyes glowing on hers. “Marly,” he said huskily, nipping on her lower lip.
    “Marcus, I want you.”
    More than ever.
    Even as the man behind her stabbed into her so brutally she felt she’d be torn apart.
    She wanted Marcus.
    Ached for her husband, her body somehow needing his own as if he were a part of her.
    She knew there would be no pleasure, no glory in her orgasm, if there wasn’t Marcus.
    Her hips nudged him, coaxing him to move. “Come inside me, please.”
    “Baby, I can barely stand upright, I want you so much.”
    His words brimmed with as much emotion as his glittering eyes on her. Marly stared at his handsome face, so strained by his desire, whispering to him, “Take me.”
    Gritting his teeth, he held her still, his hands like vises as he slowly parted his way through her entry. Her pussy was slick with juices, awaiting his entry. She felt the moist tissue clench around his girth, massaging his cock with a rhythmic tightening, easing and contracting meant to juice every last drop in him.
    Marly sobbed with pleasure as she felt him slide in, inch by inch. He stretched her, filled her, and when his cock had been buried to the root, he pulled out, causing her to whimper in complaint, only to feel him plunge back in her again, harder this time.
    Faster.
    Harder and faster.
    The stretch of another cock from behind, both of them so close, pumping her together, took her to euphoria.
    In her life, Marly had never felt so many things, all at the same time. Incoming earthquakes. Tornadoes. Rainbows. And rain showers.
    Forming a big chaos that overwhelmed until she felt everything, and knew nothing.
    She clung to Marcus like a lifeline, arms around his neck, her lashes pressed tightly to her cheekbones.
    She kissed his face, in love, desperation, starvation. His tongue slipped into her mouth for a tiny second, and for a moment she was afraid of nicking him with her teeth.
    “Look at me,” he demanded, fingers digging into her waist.
    When she opened her eyes, she felt the way they had dilated, glowing red, and he gritted, “I love you,” in a voice as tight as his features, before his lips crushed