“Are you sure? If I do that…”
“Please, Dean. Please. I know it will hurt,” I say.
“Okay,” he says. He kisses my shoulder before having me lie across Mason’s chest. They both have a tight grip on me, and I have my face buried.
They both pull out and immediately surge into me. Dean stretches my ass, and pain stabs through my belly as I scream out. With it is a wave of pleasure that makes me relax. “Fuck, that’s good,” I moan.
“Oh, I’m gonna have fun with you,” Dean says before slamming into me again.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Look at our little slut taking both of us,” Mason says.
“She looks so good stuffed with our cocks,” Dean says, thrusting into me.
“You’re both filthy-mouthed men,” I groan. They chuckle and fall into a rhythm that numbs my brain and pulls something almost primal out of me. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and I’m fucking addicted to it. I am in a constant state of feeling like I’m floating, and I can only manage to moan and plead for them to make me come. When I feel the build of a climax, it’s unlike anything I’ve experienced on my own.
“Fuck, she’s gonna come,” Dean moans. Mason wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes slightly before pulling my lips to his. He kisses me hard as the pressure builds.
“Don’t come, Sadie,” Mason murmurs against my lips.
“Mason,” I whine.
“Don’t come,” Dean growls. I try to fight it off, but it only makes my body nearly convulse.
“Please,” I beg. They both start moaning, and their rhythm falters slightly. They’re about to come.
“No,” I whine. “Please. Ohhh fuck. Please let me come.”
They fuck me harder and faster, and I am in love with how they make it hurt. “Come with us, Sadie,” Mason groans as he kisses me. The moment I relax, everything explodes out of me. My eyesroll back, and I cry out as they both force themselves deep as they come.
I am dazed and nearly seeing stars when Lance pulls me away from them. “You’re mine now,” he says as he grabs the backs of my thighs and lifts me so I can be pinned against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist right as he fills me with his cock.
“Oh fuck, Lance. Oh my God,” I gasp and bury my face in his neck.
“My sweet little whore,” he croons. “Always teasing me… thinking I can’t hear her touching herself.”
“I didn’t know,” I breathe.
“Did you want me to come in there and finish you off myself?” he asks as he fucks me against the wall. I can barely put words together, let alone find the energy to say it aloud.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, Sadie,” he groans. “Your body was fucking made for us.”
“It’s all yours,” I whimper. “Fuck. Lance. You’re so deep.”
Lance moves us from the wall to lay me on the bed. He brings my legs up to drape over his shoulders as he leans in and starts to fuck me again. “Fuck your tight little cunt grips me so well.”
“Oh, God. I’m gonna come. Oh my god. Please. Harder,” I beg. My body arches dramatically, and he has a tight hold on my thighs before quickening his pace. A guttural groan breaks out of me, and it fuels his muscles as he fucks me. When my climax peaks, my ragged moans are loud.
“Good girl, Sadie. Good fucking girl. Come on my cock,” Lance says through gritted teeth. “You want my come, baby? You want me to fill you up?”
“Yes. Please. Please come in me, Lance,” I beg as he groans through his orgasm, filling me.
I am hardly able to think when he pulls out of me. I slip into what feels like a disassociation.
The next thing I know, I’m surrounded by my men, and I’m opening my eyes. We are sitting on the couch, and I am in Lance’s lap with Dean and Mason on either side of us. They are all rubbing my back or my thigh and stroking my head as I come down from this high. Sitting here like this with them feels normal. I thought the aftermath would be weird, like they wouldn’t want to be near me. I’ve seen Angela leave our house after having sex too many times to count, so the fact that I am sitting here in his lap speaks volumes to the level he has me on compared to her.