Page 74 of The Hat Trick

Matt sucks particularly hard on my clit and I almost shoot off the bed, only being held down by all their mouths still on me, keeping me right where I am. I feel the pressure of Matt’s fingers pressing into me and I moan loudly into Brent’s mouth. He moves to join Vince at my chest, both of them sucking and licking at my nipples.

I cry out completely overwhelmed by all the sensations I’m feeling. My orgasm building at a rapid pace as Matt continues to work me perfectly with his mouth on my clit and his fingers pushing into me.

I’m pulled back to Brent’s mouth as he kisses me fiercely once again while Vince moves to kiss and suck at the skin on my neck. I’m sure he’s leaving a mark there, and I want to ask for more. I’m not able to do anything when my entire body explodes from the orgasm that was pulled from me by the three men who haven’t stopped touching me.

Brent pulls back to watch the pleasure on my face as I come down. “So. Fucking. Perfect,” he growls against my lips before kissing me once more.

I feel when Matt pulls back, and I break away from Brent to look at him. His mouth is glistening with my release. His tongue runs along his bottom lip, and I squirm, wanting it to be my tongue instead.

“You tasted just like I knew you would, sweet and fucking desperate for more,” he says with a smirk.

“Do you want more, beautiful?” Brent rasps in my ear.

“Yes.”

“Who do you want to fuck this perfect pussy?” Brent asks, sliding his hand down my stomach and teasing my clit, just barely. “And this ass?” He rubs me a little more, and I arch my back to try to get him to press harder, but he doesn’t.

“Do you want that, baby?” Vince asks against my skin.

“Yes,please.”I wish I had other words to say right now, but I don’t. I don’t care how desperate I sound or how crazed I’m sure I look.

Vince pulls me over his body, straddling his waist. “You want to ride me while McQuaid or Collee takes your ass?”

I nod.

“Then take it, baby, take whatever you want.”

I move back so I’m straddling his thighs, pulling down his sweatpants enough to free his cock. He’s so hard, the tip leaking precum and I can’t help myself, I lean forward to lick at the head. He bucks his hips up with a hiss. I smirk, pulling back and looking at him. He yanks me forward with a growl, his mouth taking mine once again.

I’m desperate to feel him inside me, and desperate for the thought of more than just him as I lean back, staring down at him. His blue eyes shining up at me, his brown curls are a disheveled mess, lips swollen. Without waiting another second, I lift up, gripping his erection and angling it perfectly as I drop down onto him.

We both groan at the sensation as he fills me to the hilt. His eyes drop to where we are connected while his hands grip my hips.

“Fuck baby, it’s like you were made to take my fucking dick,” he grinds out and I swivel my hips trying to help myself adjust to his size.

“Feels so fucking good,” I moan, my hands on his chest for leverage as I lift up slightly before dropping back down.

I feel someone at my back, and Matt’s voice is in my ear, “It’s about to feel even better, Little Bunny.”

I hear the cap of what I assume is a bottle of lube open behind me, and I wonder where it came from, but as Vince encourages my movements on him, the thought disappears. I’m trying to take it slow, not wanting this to end too soon for anyone.

I look to the side to see Brent watching everything, he’s discarded his clothes and is stroking himself slowly as he watches me. Always controlled. Always in charge. It makes me want to see him lose his mind.

There’s a hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me down so I’m chest to chest with Vince as he continues his shallow thrusts. There’s a cool liquid running between my cheeks, and I feel when Matt starts prepping me. As soon as his finger presses inside I groan at the intense pressure I’m already feeling. He pushes in more, and I don’t know how I’m going to fit them both when I feel like I’m going to be ripped apart by just a single finger. And as much as I don’t want to give Matt a compliment, the man has a big dick.

Vince groans under me, as I grind my pelvis against his while Matt pushes another finger inside. I look over to see Brent keeping his focus completely on me, and his leisurely strokes of his dick continue. He’s not in a rush and he isn’t trying to be.

Matt continues to prep me while Vince’s grip on my hips increases like it’s painful for him to hold back while I’m completely seated on him, trying my hardest to find some sort of friction to distract myself from what is about to happen.

I’m pulled up by a fist in my hair, my back meeting the bare chest behind me as Matt kneels on the bed between Vince’s outstretched legs. He presses against me slightly and I bite my lip, preparing to muffle any sounds that are sure to come out.

“Make sure you scream. I want the whole fucking city to know what a desperate whore you are for all of us. Make it loud, Bunny,” Matt demands, and just for that reason I want to deny him all my sounds.

That goes to shit when he starts pushing his lube covered cock inside my ass while I remain impaled on Vince. I cry out at the intense pressure as he stretches me; digging my nails into Vince’s chest as he holds me still while Matt continues to push in.

“How’re you feeling, beautiful?” Brent asks, drawing my attention to him, still stroking himself.

“So full,” I groan, my head falling forward, my hair creating a curtain around my face as Matt pushes in even more.

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