Page 144 of They Break Beauty

Mason grinned. “Now lick.”

I slathered his cock all over, making him shudder for me.

And then he fisted my hair and drove down my throat again.

At the same time, Levi started thrusting in and out of my ass, and Colt slammed up into my pussy.

I cried out around Mason’s cock and lost control, bouncing wildly on Colt’s cock, then trying to thrust back onto Levi’s at the same time.

It was a blur of insane intensity and stimulation that was climbing higher and higher with every passing second of having them all over me, using my body, as I reveled in every delirious moment of it.

I scraped my nails down Mason’s chest, drawing blood from the viciousness of it that had him growling like an animal and sending a delicious thrill through me.

Colt grabbed his ass, not breaking his rhythm fucking me for a second as he drove a finger deep inside him again, twisting roughly, then pounding rapid-fire.

“Hell fucking fuck!” Mason cried out, a moment before he came down my throat, pulled out, then finished on my breasts.

His hot cum spraying me pushed me over the edge and I came all over Colt’s cock.

“Shit, that grip,” he gritted out a moment before I had him coming inside me too.

“Christ,” Levi grunted, obviously having felt all of that. “Your tight little ass is killing me, baby.” A telltale growl from him and a final thrust had him spurting inside my depths.

The sensation pushed me over the edge again, and then I was coming over Colt again.

He threw his head back. “Damn… yeah, that’s it.”

Levi slipped out of me and Colt lifted me off him.

Just as I was about to slump down onto the sheets, the three of them flipped me onto my stomach.

And then they shocked me as they all descended on me, licking, nipping and sucking every inch of my body, cleaning off their cum, pushing it back inside my ass and pussy, then eating it out of me, playing with me and driving me into utter delirium.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I sipped at my glass of water that I’d retrieved from the kitchen after waking up parched and boiling hot from the guys sleeping all over me.

I’d intended to head right back to Mason’s bedroom, but as I passed by an open door that I hadn’t been in before, I caught sight of several bookshelves. A library in the middle of the mansion? Yeah, that sort of thing fit well.

I walked inside to find a room with floor-to-ceiling sleek black and white bookshelves, one hell of a library containing hundreds of volumes, with a cozy saucer chair in the corner for reading, no doubt.

There were many Law books, all heavy stuff, on one bookcase. But the rest lining the shelves were quite different. I looked through the titles and a pattern emerged regarding the authors of Mark Twain, Hemingway, Faulkner, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Theodore Dreiser.

“Twentieth Century American literature,” a voice sounded, making me jump.

I turned to see Mason strolling in, just a pair of black boxers on, all that ink and muscle on display. His brown hair was all wild and sexy.

“Satire and cynicism?”

“There’s that through them, yes. But I’m focused on the freedom and sense of individualism. That’s why I like them.”

I smiled sadly. “Something you aspire to, but don’t believe you can actually touch?”

“Pretty much.” The corner of his mouth turned up. “Although, last night certainly flew in the face of that.”

I smiled. “It did.”

“You had a similar existence when the Steel Dawn Motorcycle Club was operational, yes? Levi told me a little bit about it.”

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