Page 110 of Healing Her Lions

Logan ends the kiss and moves his mouth down, licking and sucking, and I push my breast toward him.

“How do my brothers feel, baby girl?” Las asks.

I glance at him. “So good, Daddy.”

He stands and moves closer. “I like watching them fuck you,” he whispers. “Do you like being watched?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“We will be able to take turns watching,” he says, his eyes taking in everything his brothers are doing.

“Yes,” Lucas hisses. His speed increases and Logan holds tight as I move up the bed.

“Lucas,” I cry as he drags his cock over my G-Spot.

“Yeah, my girl,” he moans. “Fuck, you are going to come again,” he states.

“Come all over my brother’s cock,” Handsome says.

Las leans over the bed and sucks on my breast, sipping on the tip, and I lose all control of my body.

“Good girl.” I stare at Lucas as it comes. He lifts my legs in his hands, putting them on his shoulders and he goes impossibly deeper. I feel a pinch of pain but it just adds to the pleasure. “You like that.”

“Yes,” I answer even though he didn’t ask. My hips lift further in the air making sure I don’t lose any of him in this position. The pull of the orgasm never stops.

“That’s it,” he grits out. “Yes, pull the come out of my cock.”

My head goes back, hitting Logan's hand, and he switches the placement to tangle in the strands. My hearing dims but I can still hear Lucas’s roar, his face tips to the ceiling and his warmth floods my pussy.

They move again as he leaves and Las takes his place, Logan and Lucas lying on either side.

“Are you ready for more?” Las rumbles.

“Yes, Daddy,” I assure him.

“This is going to be hard and fast. I am on the edge after watching my brothers fuck you.”

“Please, Daddy.”

“When I come inside you, we will all mark you,” he says.

“Yes, I want you to.”

“Good…fucking…girl,” he growls and slams home.

I scream. The avalanche of emotions overwhelms me, as the third man takes me as his.

“Do you need to say your word?” Las asks as he slows.

“No, no, no,” I deny. The scream was in pleasure but I am grateful that they are paying attention to every sound and movement. I stare into his eyes so he can see my honesty. “Please, fuck me, Daddy. I want you.”

“Daddy loves his baby girl,” he says. “Feel my love.”

He thrusts hard and fast while his brothers lay their heads on my tits, sucking while they watch.

How can a body take so much love at once? I can feel their need and their love. It swirls around us, wrapping around and through our bodies and our souls.

“Hold their heads to your tits,” Las demands, and I immediately and gratefully lower my hands.

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