“No, please. Fuck me,” Kalie cried.

Erik drove deep, making her gasp. Then he started to thrust. Deep and hard. The steady rhythm building the heat inside her until pleasure rippled through her entire body.

“Oh, God.” She clung tight to his body. “Oh, yes!”

She moaned as the orgasm crashed around her, sizzling across every nerve ending. He pumped faster and she wailed.

The door opened and Carl stood rubbing his eyes.

“You two are loud enough to wake the dead.”

Erik’s cock still filled her. Fast and hard. Then he released inside her.

He slowed as her orgasm faded. She lay there, his body still resting on hers, feeling the glow in her cheeks.

Then Carl’s rigid cock brushed her cheek. “I said you woke the dead,” he teased.

She turned and licked his hard cockhead, then took the tip in her mouth.

Erik slipped away, leaving her naked and sprawled wide on his bed. Carl stepped back, his cock pulling from her mouth and he prowled over her.

“My turn.” He pressed his cock to her opening, then teased her slick slit with a few strokes.

She arched against him.

He pushed into her in one steady stroke, filling her all the way.

“Fuck me, Carl,” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Make me come like Erik just did.”

He grinned. “My pleasure.”

He drew back, then drove deep again. Then he began to thrust. With her wafting in the afterglow of her orgasm, his steady strokes ignited the embers of pleasure still burning inside her. Passion flared and pleasure built inside her. Rising. Blazing hotly.

“Oh, God. I’m coming.” She wailed as another orgasm washed through her. Tumultuous and delightful. She rode the wave of joy as Carl kept driving into her.

Then he groaned and erupted inside her.

Finally, she slumped back again.

Oh, God, she would have to send Becca the biggest arrangement of flowers she could find, because that woman had made her deepest desires an intense, absolutely incredible, reality.

* * *

That day the men continued her fantasy, using her and delighting her over and over again. By dinner time, they were all exhausted. She made dinner... naked again... and they touched and stroked her as she tried to get things done. Finally, when she was able to serve the meal, they all ate.

Afterward, when they returned to the living room, Erik surprised her by sweeping her into his arms and kissing her. With passion and tenderness. He left her breathless and staring into his somber blue eyes.

“I’ve enjoyed this time with you, Kalie. You’ll never know how much.”

She nodded. She could feel her face glowing from his words. “I did, too, and I hope—”

But he covered her lips with his. Then he drew back.

“I just wanted to thank you. Right now, I’m going out for a walk.”

She watched him cross the room and exit the front door. She turned to Carl.

“Come on,” he said. “We need to get you packed up. You’re going home tonight.”

She gathered her clothes, including the new bustier, and dressed. Carl hadn’t returned the thong and she thought about asking for it, but then smiled at the thought he might want to keep it as a souvenir.

Finally, she returned to the living room carrying her purse and the small gift bag holding her new garment. Carl stood by the door, a duffel bag by his feet.

“I already have the van packed up except for this,” Carl said, then grabbed the handle of the bag and opened the door. “Let’s go.”

She followed him outside, glancing around. “Where’s Erik?” she wanted to talk to him about seeing each other again.

“He’s not coming with us.”

Alarm raced through her. “But...” Her heart ached as she realized Erik was giving her the brush-off. She bit her lip. “I don’t understand. After last night... I was sure that we made a connection.”

“Kalie, I’m sorry but Erik was afraid you might suggest seeing him again and he wanted to make it clear that it wouldn’t happen.”

She shook her head, tears glazing her eyes. “Why?”

“A lot of reasons I guess. The fantasy was pretty intense. He might believe your feelings are superficial based on the intensity of our bringing your fantasy to life. He didn’t really tell me.”

“But he did tell you he felt nothing for me?”

Carl gazed at her kindly. “He didn’t say that. But I do know he’s struggling to get over Sylvia.”

She shook her head. “Then isn’t it a good idea to move on?”

“What you and I believe isn’t the issue here. Erik is strong-willed, and if he’s made up his mind, then that’s it. There’s no way to change it.”

She frowned. Carl might believe that, but Kalie knew what she’d seen in Erik’s eyes last night. She’d seen a need that was deeper and more intense than just lust. He cared for her, she was sure of it, and she would never give up. She swore to herself, right here and now, that she would make it her mission to convince Erik King it was worth giving them a chance!

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