Page 49 of The Hat Trick

His hands grip my hips as I sink all the way down until we are completely connected, and I am completely full. My hands grip his shoulders while I adjust to him, but it doesn’t take long before I’m rubbing against him.

“You feel so good, beautiful. So wet. So tight,” Brent groans, guiding my hips to move more.

I lift up slightly before dropping back down, gaining confidence in my movement as the pleasure begins to build. I moan his name, closing my eyes and throwing my head back as his hands grip me so tightly, I’m sure he’s leaving marks and he begins to thrust up beneath me.

“God, you take it so well, come on my cock, Chandler.”

After only a few more seconds, I do exactly that. Stars burst behind my closed eyes as I cry out in release. He holds me down on him while the orgasm barrels through me. He doesn’t move, just holds me while I strangle his cock. The pleasure fades eventually, I open my eyes to see the hunger burning in his gaze.

He attacks my mouth with his tongue sliding against mine perfectly, and I collapse into him. He doesn’t move inside me while he dominates my mouth, but eventually I grow needy and start to move again. He pulls back with a smirk, sliding one of his hands behind me to my ass, cupping it.

“One day you’re going to take two of us. One in this perfect fucking cunt. The other back here.” He slides a long rough finger through the crack until it’s pressing against my hole. A place I’ve never been open to having a guy go near, but it’s different with him. It’s different with all of them. “Would you want that, beautiful?”

I nod without a second thought. I do. I want to try it; I want to be so consumed by them it drives me out of my fucking mind.

While keeping his finger pressed against my ass, but not entering, he starts to thrust up again. My nails dig into his shoulders as the feelings become too much. The pressure from where he’s pressing his finger, the way his cock fills me, the eyes from the other men in the room. It’s too much. And yet, what I cry out isn’t saying that.

Instead, I cry out, “More.”

Brent does the opposite of what I ask. He removes his hand, and then pulls me off his body. I go to protest until he’s flipping me around, so my back is against his chest. He forces my legs over his, so I’m completely exposed to the other eyes in the room.

The two men who are staring directly at me like they are seconds away from completely devouring me. Vince is still naked from the waist down, his shirt now unbuttoned, showing his sculpted body.

Matt is completely dressed, hands fisted on the armrest so tight his knuckles are bleached white. He almost looks like he’s angry, or in pain, or miserable. Or just so unbelievably turned on.

“Watch them while you fuck me,” Brent whispers directly into my ear.

I lift up slightly as he guides his length back inside me, and I watch as both Matt and Vince’s eyes track the movement, watching while I sink down once again. Brent is holding me against his chest while thrusting up slowly, and I try to get him to move faster, but he won’t. He’s enjoying this, the torture.

His hand slides down my chest, my stomach, my clit and lower until he presses a finger right above his dick where it’s entering me.

“What about having two of us in here?” he asks, pressing in with that finger, and I cry out from the additional stretch.

“There’s….no way,” I gasp.

“It’ll be so tight. You’ll choke our cocks so good, and you’ll love every single second of it.”

“I…I can’t.”

His finger thrusts along with his dick, it’s too much and not enough. I can’t think straight, and Vince’s hand moves along his own length. Brent’s words catch up to me, and I cry out again. “More.”

“What more do you want, hm?” Brent asks, his pace increasing.

“I want justmore.”I truly don’t know what I’m asking for. Vince? Matt? Both? Brent to fuck me harder, deeper? I don’t know. Just. More.

“Do you want them to touch you?” he finally asks.

“Yes,” I cry as he removes his finger and I can’t believe how desperately I want it back, but I do.

“Dumont, give her what she wants.”

He doesn’t waste any time, coming over to me, grabbing my hair at the base of my skull to tilt my head back and lick at my lips before thrusting his tongue inside my mouth in a fierce kiss. He grabs one of my nipples, rolling it between his fingers before pinching it hard, and I squeal into his mouth.

“You guys are going to fucking kill me,” Matt snaps from the other side of the room, and I break away from Vince’s mouth to smirk at him.

“You want to touch, McQuaid?” I tease, and Brent slams me down onto him while Vince moves to give my other nipple the same attention, this time with his mouth, nipping at the sensitive bud.

“Of course I want to fucking touch,” he snarls.

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