Page 27 of Room One Hundred and Six

“You speak as if this isn’t a one-night stand.”

Shayne doesn’t answer me. His kiss swallows all my thoughts about time, places, people and problems. Dueling for my attention, Jasper eases his massive cock into my ass.

Shayne breaks the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine. “Push back as he eases in. Relax and let him stretch you. That’s it, baby. Feel the burn and love the pain.”

I reach around for Jasper’s hand. We lock fingers as he moves deeper, taking me in a way I never thought I would give to a man. I can’t breathe, it feels so good and dirty. “Fuck me, Shayne. Fuck me and make me come for you both.”

“What will you give me if I do?” There’s a dirty grin on Shayne’s face that I want to kiss.

I give him one of my own. “All the hot juices you can handle from a jungle flower like me.”

Desire settles over his expression. “Perfect answer.”

And if that doesn’t shock the hell out of me, what the youngest brother does next leaves my heart weeping.

Voss stretches out near my head at the top of the bed and lifts my chin to capture my lips in a hard kiss that says everything I fear putting into words. One night isn’t nearly enough, and he’s telling me the same thing with the languid strokes of his tongue.

His tongue swirls around mine as Jasper sinks into my ass and Shayne does the same to my pussy. Together they work in tandem. One pulling out, the other driving in. All my thoughts are a hot mess as Voss devours my moans of pleasure. I’m no longer a virgin and for the first time in my life I’m addicted to the feeling of a man’s touch. Three men, to be exact. These men.

My soul hurts for what it can’t have on a long-term basis, but my body screams for me to not let this be the last time I’m shared between these men.

My heart tumbles to the worn sheets beneath me as the storm of pleasure overheats my body. I no longer have control over my body. They do and I give in to the sensations they bring to life.

I tighten my fingers in Jasper’s and wrap my leg around Shayne’s thigh. There is nothing slow and gentle about the way their cocks sink into me. It’s raw, demanding and powerful. Both brothers want me to know I belong to them.

Behind me, Jasper pulls out, only to drive back into with a punishing thrust that steals my breath.

“You’re not leaving room one-o-six until you know who you belong to, jungle flower,” Voss’ words brush over my lips as he talks and kisses me between each word.

My core tightens and my pussy grips Shayne. He grunts and thrusts deeper.

“She knows,” he says in a deep rough voice made from lust and possessiveness in equal portions. I wrap my arms around his neck. Or I try. Their ties bring me up short and I yank on them in frustration.

None of them seem to care.

Jasper pulls from my rear entrance and slips back in. “Luna, my little moon. I’m going to give you my seed. Fuck! Your ass grips me to the point I nearly lose control every second I’m in you.”

I see pain cross their faces when I angle my head around and capture his mouth in a heated kiss.

Shayne thrusts one last time. Hot ropes of cum spill into my pussy. No sooner does he finish does his brother slide through the spilled cum coating my walls and thighs.

“Greedy little pussy,” Voss murmurs into my ear as he fucks me again. Thick, long and hard. Honestly, they are all so big. I don’t know how I’ll be walking out of here when the sun comes up.

“Me? You already had your turn and here you are back for more,” I tease.

“Do you blame me? You’re perfect in all your green paint and sexy sighs.”

His brother’s milk eases the way through my swollen folds, sure, but the pain and pleasure tearing at my insides will keep me in this bed long after they finish ruining me.

Jasper reaches around and rolls my clit under his strong fingers. He doesn’t let up no matter how hard I struggle to remove his hand.

“Please, I can’t…fuck, Jasper! I can’t.” My heart hammers wildly and I think I’m going to pass out from the intensity of coming so many times and them all still demanding more.

“You will,” he rumbles so deeply and for a second I believe him.

He thrusts into my ass, drags himself out only to slam home again.

Voss matches his speed and intensity.

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