“You want to be shared, you’ll be shared,” I say, looking at Kayla as my heart kicks inside my chest. I never thought I’d be in a situation like this, where I’d have to share the woman I love with another man, but here I am. And the weird thing is, I don’t give two fucks about that.

As long as we’re together, the three of us, things will be alright.

“Oh, you’ll be shared alright,” Scott adds, walking up to her and pushing her against the wall once more. Leaning in, he kisses her softly, brushing his lips against hers. I walk up to them, lean back against the wall by Kayla’s side and then grab her hand. Stealing her from Scott, I pull her into me.

“Oh,” she gasps, pressing her naked body against mine, her breasts pressed against my chest. I feel her hard nipples against my skin, and my cock twitches hard, eager to have more of her.

“Is this what you want?” I ask her, grabbing my cock with one hand and angling it down. I brush the tip of my cock up and down the length of her wet pussy, and I have to use all of my willpower to stop myself from thrusting right away.

“That’s exactly what I want,” she purrs, biting on her bottom lip.

“Then you’ll have it,” I reply, taking both my hands to her ass and pulling her up and into me. Reacting fast, she laces her legs around my waist and throws her arms over my shoulders. I bend my knees just an inch, angling my cock so that it’s pointing straight at her pussy, and she lowers herself over it.

“Oh, fuck,” she moans as my shaft slides deep inside her.

“Now, now…I want in,” Scott says, walking up behind her and running his fingers down the side of her body, his fingertips going over the curve of her ass. He runs one finger along her crack, lingering on her hole, and then he just grabs his cock and presses its tip there.

Kayla goes from biting on her bottom lip to gritting her teeth, her eyes closed as she prepares for the onslaught of pleasure that’s about to come her way.

“Do it, do it,” she asks Scott, her head still thrown back.

Scott doesn’t answer her with words. Instead, he simply starts pushing his cock inside her ass, taking his time as inch by slow inch his cock takes over her insides. The moment he’s deep inside her, both of our cocks claiming her body, Kayla sighs heavily.

“I love you, I love you so much,” she cries out, her fingernails digging deep into my shoulder blades.

“Then you’re in good company,” I chuckle softly.

“You are, because you’re everything to us. You’re the world to us, Kayla, never forget that,” Scott adds, and I can’t help but feel happiness wash over me as a bright smile takes over Kayla’s lips.

“Then fuck me like you mean it,” she manages to say. And we don’t waste a single second. We start slowly, sliding our cocks in and out of her ass at a steady tempo, but we keep on increasing the pace. I keep on holding her close to me, her legs still locked around my waist, and I feel like never letting go.

I want this, whatever you can call this relationship, for the rest of my life.

We deserve all this pleasure.

We deserve all this happiness.

We build the pace for a few minutes, but soon enough we’re fucking her as if our life depended on it. Her moans and screams of utter pleasure fill the whole office, but I’m not even sure of how loud she’s being.

My brain is too busy trying to process all the pleasure I’m feeling right now, and it has shut down all secondary functions. All I know is that Kayla’s having the time of her life – and so are we – and that’s all that matters. As long as Kayla’s happy, we’ll be happy.

“As hard…as hard as you can,” she begs us, her voice trembling as she drags her fingernails across my back. She’s exhausted and spent, but she seems to want to go out with a bang. Well, we’re happy to provide exactly what she wants.

I grit my teeth and start fucking her as relentlessly as I can, sweat pouring down my muscles as I push my body past the point of exhaustion, working it to the limit. Thank fuck I like being active and spend a lot of time in the gym – I would never be able to fuck her like this if I wasn’t in top shape.

Scott’s probably thinking the same.

His eyes are closed, his hands on her hips. Rocking his body against her hard, I can tell he’s close to his breaking point, each and every line on his face telling me that he won’t be able to resist for much longer. Well, fuck it – it’s the same for me.

“Come for me...come for me, boys,” Kayla says, clawing at my back, and that does it for me. The moment I feel her coming, her pussy lips spasming around my cock, I can’t resist it any longer. I groan loudly and surrender to the fire ravaging my insides, my cock pulsing hard as I shoot all my load inside of her tight little pussy.

“Fuck,” Scott groans at the same time, and he stops moving all together, an expression of pure bliss taking over his face as he comes inside Kayla’s ass.

We remain like that for what seems like forever, the three of us surrendering to the way ecstasy has blanketed us. Only when I feel my knees buckling under my weight do I allow Kayla to climb down from my body.

We slide our cocks off her and, moving as if the three of us are in sync, we lean back against the wall and slide down to the floor.

Sitting down on the floor of her office, all of us trying to catch our breath, I realize something I had never understood before.

Love isn’t about feelings, chocolates and roses. It isn’t about music, poetry, or any of that bullshit.

Love is about a connection, a mingling of souls. And it’s rare…very, very rare.

I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I found love now.