Page 35 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

With a rough tug, JT pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him. "Open your pretty little mouth for them," he commands, his voice dripping with arousal and authority.

I obey, parting my lips to find Ben, sliding his thick width past them. I moan around him as Hank drops to his knees beside his brother in front of me.

“My turn,” Hank says, gripping the base of his near identical, massive cock. Eagerly, I withdraw and wrap my mouth around Hank, sucking on him as if I know what to do at this moment.

It's as if all my inhibitions have melted away, and all that remains is a desperate, carnal need to please these men.

Their moans are music to my ears as I take them both in, alternating between the two of them, licking and sucking, aching for more. JT guides my head, moving me back and forth between them, pushing me to take them deeper.

Finally, JT's massive hands slide downward, cupping and squeezing my ass. I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck as he lines up his length with my entrance.

And then it happens. With one smooth thrust, JT is inside me, filling me completely. I gasp at the sudden sensation, but it quickly turns into a moan of pleasure.

His hips start to move against mine, setting a rhythm that makes me see stars. Ben and Hank are still in front of me, their hands roaming over my body as they encourage me to take the full length of their brother.

“That’s it. Just like that,” they whisper. All their voices rise and fall over me as they watch me, using me until I'm surrounded by heat and desire, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. My mind is foggy, and all I can focus on is the pleasure coursing through me.

JT's grip tightens on my waist as he picks up speed, pounding into me with a force that sends shivers down my spine. My body responds eagerly, arching against him and meeting his every thrust.

The tightness in my core coils and builds, growing with each thrust and stroke.

It's both too much and not enough. I'm on the edge, teetering into desperation.

"That's it, baby, take it," he growls in my ear. "You're so wet, and so tight."

The head of Hank's cock is hot against the tip of my tongue, pulsing slightly with each beat of his heart.

"Oh, fuck," I moan, my voice muffled by Hank's cock. Then once again Ben’s dick finds its way into my mouth, as I frantically lap them both up. My lips tingle as they brush against the smooth skin, feeling the soft ridge along the underside.

The brothers still inside my mouth respond with a muffled groan, their release hot and sticky on my tongue. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of them all around me, and inside me.

Unable to hold back any longer, my orgasm hits me like a freight train, crashing into me with full force. My body convulses as JT's grip tightens, his hips bucking erratically.

"I can't... I'm... Fuck!"

The tightness in my core unravels, and I explode into a million pieces, screaming my release into the night.

I am breaking, shattering around them as their near identical dark eyes all stare directly at me beneath the white stars and navy sky.

I wake with a start, my heart racing, my body flushed with heat. The tent is dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the moon outside. I’m tangled in my sleeping bag, my skin damp with sweat, my mind spinning with the remnants of the dream.

It had felt so real—too real—I can still feel the ghost of them on my skin.

I shake my head, trying to dispel the lingering fog of the dream, but it clings to me, wrapping around my thoughts like a vice.

I lay back down, staring up at the dark ceiling of the tent.

This is crazy, I think to myself.

After a few moments, I manage to regain some semblance of composure, and I sit up, shivering slightly. I pull my sleeping bag tighter around me, trying to ward off the chill that has settled into my bones.

I try to reason with science, and tell myself that dreams are just a jumble of thoughts, memories, and emotions, all processed and reassembled while we sleep. They’re influenced by our daily experiences, our subconscious desires, and even the chemicals in our brain. Clearly, everything that’s going on around me is messing with my head.

It’s nothing.

It’s not like I can control my dreams.

I need to get out of here, I think, my fingers trembling as I fumble for the zipper on the tent.

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