Page 59 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

He kisses me hard, takes his fingers out of me, keeps one thumb on my clit. I writhe in pleasure as his other hand moves to the base of his cock and he leans over me, putting his cock against my swollen, slippery lips.

I whimper with need, with excitement, with nervousness. I’m half expecting that he won’t even be able to get inside — with Dalton’s thick cock filling my ass, there can’t possibly be enough room.

But then Slate pushes into my entrance, slowly. He’s got one hand on the back of the couch, the other guiding his cock. I’m still fucking Dalton shallowly, completely unable to hold still, and with every bounce Slate slides into my pussy a little further.

It’sincredible. The head of his cock is barely in but they’re both touching me in places I didn’t know my body even had, filling me and stretching me, every pleasurable nerve in my body lit up and on fire.

“You like that, dirty girl?” Dalton growls from behind me, right into my ear. I can feel his cock twitching and throbbing in my ass, like he’s trying not to come.

I can only nod, a sound coming from my mouth that might beyes.

“Good, ‘cause I like stuffing you full of cock,” he says, the ghost of a smile in his voice.

Slate is almost hilted, and I feel like my body is unraveling, melting, coming apart. The first orgasm jolts through me with no warning. Their cocks touch the right places inside me and suddenly a bolt of pure pleasure moves through me, like they’ve just hotwired my body and my engine sparked to life.

Then they both start moving. It takes a moment to work out the rhythm, but by then I’m already coming again, pleasure hitting me and washing over me, and I’m powerless to stop it before I just come again and then again, one orgasm cresting into another like waves on the shore.

“This is so good,” Slate is murmuring into my ear. “God, Larkin, this is so fuckinggood.”

I can only whimper in agreement, blindly reaching out for Gavin, because I need him too. I need all of them, right now.

His cock is in my hand. I don’t remember grabbing it but I’m stroking him hard and fast and then he’s next to me while I’m getting fucked, coming again and again, and God help me, but I want it. I’ve got a cock in each hole, but I want this one, too, so I lean over and wrap my lips around Gavin’s cock.

He thrusts into me with a groan. A moment later I’ve swallowed him, and I’m completely, utterly filled, taking three men at once.

It’s beautiful. It’s glorious. It’s transcendent.

I can’t stop coming, hard, over and over. Dalton and Slate are fucking me harder and harder, their rhythm perfect, and I’m sucking Gavin as hard as I can, his taste filling my mouth. I want them all to come inside me, give me everything.

Dalton’s the first. He grabs my hips and pushes me down, sending his thick cock deep into my ass, making me cry out around Gavin’s cock. Slate groans as he does, his hands tightening around my ribcage because with them both inside me, he can feel everything.

Moments later Slate follows, driving himself into me furiously as he growls my name, his cock throbbing deep in my pussy.

I push Gavin down my throat one last time, my hand on his hip, swallowing him deep. He comes with a sigh and a hand tight in my hair, and I swallow again and again, greedy for every last drop that my guys can give me.

Suddenly, we’re all finished. I feel dazed as Gavin flops on the couch next to us, like I’ve had an out of body experience. Slate kisses me hard, then pulls out, offers me a hand. I stand carefully, and Dalton exhales hard as his cock finally slips from my ass and Gavin hands me a towel from somewhere.

I melt into the couch between Dalton and Gavin, feeling like I’ll never be able to move again. They wrap me in their arms, my head against Gavin’s shoulder, occasionally kissing me on the top of my head.

After a while, Dalton speaks up.

“It worked,” he says.

I bite my lip, laughing.

“You didn’t think you’d both fit either?”

He turns to me, grinning.

“I believed in you,” he teases. “But I meant that distracting you from the storm worked.”

I blush. Ridiculously, I blush.

“Oh, right,” I say. “Yeah.”

They all laugh, and Gavin kisses me on the top of my head again. A few moments of quiet pass, and though Dalton’s hand is on my leg, I get chilly and reach for the blanket.

I spot the six flashlights on the side table. They each brought one for themselves and one for me.

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