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Back and forth, slowly at first.

“I’ll go easy,” he whispers against my lips, then raises his head to look at me.

Ivan takes a hold of my mouth while Artur keeps teasing my nipples. Max thrusts himself deeper and harder, building a rhythm between us. The discomfort eventually dissolves into pure, raw pleasure, as I raise my hips to meet him.

“How does it feel?” Max asks, while Ivan runs his fingers through my hair.

“So fucking good,” I reply, my breasts bouncing as he pounds into me.

Harder, faster, deeper. The pressure builds up again, my pussy clenching for another release. It comes fast. A devastating wave, a climax that rumbles through me like an unhinged lightning storm.

I scream in sweet ecstasy as Max fucks me harder and harder, losing himself inside of me. I feel him come. I feel his cock pulsating as he shoots his seed into me, filling me with his essence.

But I’m not given a moment’s respite.

I moan and attempt to catch my breath as Max lays next to me, offering sweet, tender caresses while Ivan takes his place. Ivan is fucking huge. Even bigger, thicker than his brother. I’m stretched beyond belief.

Artur’s fingers find their way down my belly and start stroking my clit. My already swollen nub reacts immediately, and I feel another orgasm approaching.

“Harder!” I scream, my legs locked around Ivan’s waist as he rams into me.

Harder. Faster. Deeper, still. I listen to the sound of skin slapping skin, my juices glazing his enormous cock with every brutal thrust. Artur works my clit in a ferocious string of circles until finally I come once more. A third climax has me unraveling as Ivan lets loose and fucks me into oblivion.

By the time Artur gets to me, I’m on all fours, my knees weak and my pussy hungry for more. Ivan and Max watch, smiling like lazy devils as they relax on the edge of the bed in the afterglow, enjoying the view.

“Oh, God, oh, God!” I cry out when he reaches around and plays with my clit while drilling deep inside of me.

I don’t know how it’s possible, but a fourth orgasm shakes me. Everything turns white as Artur’s hand comes down, smacking my ass. Instantly, I clench myself around him. It’s all he needs to explode inside of me, each thrust more insistent until we’re both spent and sated.

By the time it’s over, I’m weak. Boneless. Breathless.

And so fucking happy that I could cry.

2

Lyric

It goes on for hours and I lose track of time.

I had no idea that sex could be so enthralling.

It is otherworldly.

And I fear it’s setting a dangerous precedent.

My encounter with these three men is a one-time only deal, and I realize that the next man I meet might feel like a disappointment. I lay naked, staring at the pristine white ceiling. Artur is in the lounge area, pouring us more drinks. Ivan is in the shower. Max sits on the edge of the bed, watching me in silence.

I’m exhausted, but it is the sweetest kind of exhaustion. I’m also sore, but in a good way. Moaning softly, I turn over to look at Max. His profile is illuminated in the light of dusk, reminding me of a sculpture from the Renaissance era. A stoic man, or so he seems.

He takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “This is where it ends,” he says to me.

I blink a few times. “Already?”

“You’re a good girl, Lyric. And we are bad men. You shouldn’t be anywhere near us.”

“Here,” Artur says as he comes back into the room. He hands me a drink and an envelope.

Frowning slightly, I take the drink and stare at the envelope. “What’s that?” I ask, but I already have an idea, an uneasy feeling working its way through my chest.

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