Page 58 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

“I want to make you come,” Slate whispers in my ear, my mouth on Gavin’s. He’s still rubbing me, slowly and surely, his fingers picking up speed.

I kiss him. He moves faster, the speed driving me to ride Dalton faster until I’m bouncing up and down, pleasured and filled with every single stroke.

Dalton bites my shoulder from behind, and I almost shout. We’re a blur of motion and I’m in the center, three huge, hard men surrounding me.

I come again. I come hard and don’t stop riding Dalton’s cock while I do, just keep going as wave after wave of shudders pass through me until I’m wrung out and barely able to move.

He’s still hard, though. Slate and Gavin are both undressed now, and they’re both rock hard as well.

Before I know it, I’ve got both their cocks in my hands, so big I can barely get my fingers around them. Given that there’s one about this size filling up my pussy right now, I’m no longer nervous about them — just excited.

Two at once, though?I think.

Okay, maybe a little nervous.

Dalton lifts me up again, my pussy suddenly empty as he reaches for something on the table next to the couch, and I hear the telltaleclickof the lube bottle as I lean forward, wrapping my lips around the thick head of Slate’s cock.

He growls, the sound coming from somewhere deep in his chest, his fingers locking themselves in my hair. A thrill courses through me at the sound and I move my lips down his shaft, taking him deep before coming up for air, slurping at the tip of his cock.

Behind me, Dalton is pumping his fist up and down his cock, and I turn my head, lick Gavin like a lollipop. He groans, and I take more of him in, savoring the salty-sweet taste of his precum.

There’s a slippery finger in my back hole. I moan into Gavin’s cock, my hands on Dalton’s knees, and I shift forward to give him more access. Another finger joins the first and I push backward against them because I wantmore.

A third finger. I slurp Gavin’s cock out of my mouth, take Slate again, his hand still in my hair. Dalton works me as Slate hits the back of my mouth and I relax my throat, swallowing. He gasps as the rest of his cock slides down my throat, my nose in the short hairs around his cock.

“Jesus, that’s hot, Lark,” he hisses, like he can barely control himself. “Holy shit.”

Dalton takes his fingers out. Now I’m up on my knees, still sucking on Slate as he withdraws. I find Gavin’s cock and take it in my hand, swirling my tongue around the tip as Dalton finds my back hole, presses against it, pulls me back.

I gasp. His strong hands are on my hips. Someone’s pinching both nipples, and as I sink down slowly, little by little, there are fingers on my clit as well, massaging me. I moan, relaxing, because no matter how many times I’ve taken a huge cock in my ass — and it’s quite a few by now — I always have to go slow at first, ease into it.

I moan, Dalton’s cock stretching me. I shift up and down, wantingmorebut trying not to rush myself as my three men stroke and caress me in every way possible, until at last it’s in. I groan explosively and let go, sinking once more onto Dalton’s cock, taking his whole length in one stroke.

Behind me, he groans as well, his face buried in my neck as I roll my hips, moving him against all the pleasure zones inside me. Someone’s still rubbing my clit, and I can’t stop bucking and riding him.

It feels good. It feels so,sogood — not just Dalton and Gavin, but being shared by three men.

“I love fucking your tight little ass,” Dalton whispers into the back of my neck. “You’re my dirty, dirty girl, you know that?”

I can’t answer. I’ve got Gavin’s cock down my throat again, then Slate’s as I ride Dalton. It’s almost too much. Almost.

Then, Dalton pulls me back. Gavin’s cock comes out of my mouth and I slurp along his length, my fist still at the base of both men’s cocks. Dalton grabs my thighs, pulls my legs wider, leans me back against him until I can barely move, pinned on his cock.

Slate and Gavin look at each other for a moment, and I take my hand off Gavin’s cock. I start rubbing my clit, my hand moving of its own accord, now disconnected from my brain. I slide two fingers into my pussy while Dalton fucks me in the ass, amazed at how tight I am, how I can feel him pumping in and out of my back hole.

This can’t work.

There’s no way this can work.

Slate steps forward, kisses me hard. His hand joins mine, our fingers inside me together, and I moan explosively into his mouth, his other hand in my hair again, holding me tight.

“Beg me,” he growls, pushing his fingers deeper.

I swallow hard, sudden anxiety spiking through my veins. He twists his fingers inside me just as Dalton takes me deep again, and I cry out in pleasure, white at the edges of my vision.

“I want to hear you say it,” Slate goes on, his eyes brilliant in the firelight. “Tell me you want us both to fuck you at once, Larkin.”

“Fuck me,” I whisper, barely able to breathe. “Please. I need it.”

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