My heart is racing as he touches me, and when he moves in behind me, everything in me tenses with anticipation. With one hand he pulls down the waistband of my pants, getting them out of the way, and then settles his other hand on my hip.
When he gets himself out of his own pants, I can feel the heat of him. He’s hard already, and he spreads my legs, guiding his cock right to my pussy. With one deliberate, deep stroke, he pushes into me. No warm up, no warning.
The stretch burns, and I choke on a gasp as my body tries to acclimate on the fly to his size. But by now I’m used to taking him. My body knows his, and it doesn’t take long before mypussy floods with wetness, loosening up to make room for him like he belongs there.
He tightens his grip on my hips, holding me still. “Right here,” he groans. “Right here is where I want you.”
I nod, swallowing hard, and then he starts to fuck into me. Each stroke is deep and snapping. He buries himself to the hilt each time, grinding his hips forward to really make sure I feel everything he’s giving me.
I lean into it, taking it all. The friction burns at first, just this side of too much with no prep, but even that starts to feel good after a while. The sharp edge of it rides the line between pleasure and pain, keeping me off balance in a way that lets the sensation wash over me.
Everett grunts behind me, and he’s holding on so tightly that I know I’m going to have bruises in the shape of his fingers after this. Another set of marks to add to the collection, in addition to the ones I’ve asked for today.
But I want them all. I want all the proof that I’m theirs and they want me. Every little thing they can give me, I crave.
Moans fall from my lips as he fucks into me harder, slamming his cock right into the place where I’m the most sensitive. I sob out a noise of pleasure, trying to tell him how good it feels without really being able to form words. It’s overwhelming, but I don’t want him to stop.
“You’re perfect,” Everett growls. “You take me so fucking well. No one else could take me the way you do. No one else could feel this good wrapped around my cock. You’re ours. You’re always going to be ours.”
I nod eagerly because yes, that’s exactly what I want. I want to be theirs completely, full of them, with no room for anything or anyone else.
His thrusts punch guttural noises out of me, and I can feel the rush of pleasure bearing down. My pussy starts to clench,muscles going tight with the tension that comes before the release.
I gasp Everett’s name, sounding broken and wrecked already, just from this. Maybe it’s how deep he’s fucking into me, or maybe it’s the knowledge of what comes next.
“Are you close?” he asks. “Tell me, starlight. Tell me when you’re close.”
“Close,” I pant. “Oh my god, I’m so close, please.”
He growls again and then leans over my body so he can clamp his teeth into the curve of my neck. He bites down hard enough to leave his mark and stake his claim, and I cry out from the feeling of it.
I jerk around him, moaning and sobbing, my orgasm breaking over me like a dam spilling everywhere. Heat blooms from the bite, and it seems to course all the way through me as I shake through the pleasure of my climax.
Everett keeps fucking me through it until his hips stutter and his own release finds him, making his knot swell and lock inside me. He grinds his dick into me anyway, letting me feel the knot stretching me and how deep inside he is.
“Perfect,” he groans. “Fuck, Harper.”
We catch our breaths until he softens, and when he finally pulls out, he gathers me into his arms, kissing my forehead gently.
“How do you feel?” he asks.
I smile at him, feeling overcome already, but not even close to ready to stop. “I’m good,” I say. “I’m so good.”
As he eases off, Cash slips in front of me. He’s breathing hard and his eyes are so bright. He’s stripped out of his clothes in the time Everett was fucking me, and his cock is flushed and hard and wet. Ready to give me everything I want.
I only tear my eyes away from the sight of him when he pulls me to straddle him, tearing off my panties and tossing them over his shoulder.
He drags his fingers down my stomach and between my legs, lighting a fire in me along that trail. I shiver from the feeling, bucking closer when he slides his hand along my slit, dipping into me briefly. His fingers are followed by his cock as I settle, and now that I’m wet from Everett’s cum and my own orgasm, he slides into me with no problems at all, bottoming out as our hips press flush against each other.
“Harper,” he murmurs, kissing my chest. His breath is warm against my skin, and he nuzzles against me. The kisses trail up to the soft skin just below my collarbone, and he bites down there.
“Fuck,” I groan, arching down into him and sliding my hands into his hair. I tug at it, not to pull him away, but just to have something to do with my hands because of how good it feels.
My hips rock against him, taking him in deeper. It’s slow and unhurried, a contrast to the way Everett fucked me with such intensity. But Cash is the easygoing one, the steady one with the bright eyes and warm smile, which I can feel against my skin now.
He sucks on the bite mark for a while, pressing his tongue to the sting of it, which makes my pussy spasm around him.
“Hold on,” he says, grabbing onto me so he can roll me onto my back on the bed. His cock slips out in the process, and he presses it back inside, starting slow and thick.