Page 51 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

“Tell me what you want, Mac,” he pants in my ear.

“Faster,” I moan, my cheeks flushing at the dirty words that spill from my lips. “Harder.”

Hank doesn’t hesitate to oblige, grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto him with a force that makes me cry out.

“That’s it, baby...” he growls, “take all of it.”

Ben watches, propped up on an elbow while his other hand moves up and down his hard cock. He’s getting off on me being fucked by his brother. The idea of it is so taboo, so sinful, that it sends a thrill of excitement through me.

Unwound and lost to the moment, my instincts take over. Hungrily, like I’ve been starved of it, I reach forward for Ben’s cock in front of me and shove it in my mouth.

I’ve never given anyone head before, but based on his reaction, I think I’m doing it right. He moans loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head as I lick and suck at his huge cock.

The skin of his length is smooth and warm under my tongue, and I can feel the slow rise of his pulse as I continue to taste him.

Hank’s eyes widen in the dresser mirror before he growls with approval as I wrap my mouth around Ben’s cock, my pussy contracting around Hank.

Ben’s hand tightens in my hair, gently guiding me as I explore, and I find myself eagerly taking more of him into my mouth. He groans in response, the sound vibrating through my body and igniting a fire within me.

“That’s it, darling,” Hank moans. “Fuck him with your mouth while I fuck you.”

With every thrust of Hank’s hips, I take more of Ben into my mouth, sucking and licking him until he's groaning low in his throat, his hips bucking involuntary into my mouth.

As the men grow closer, their strokes become more urgent, and I feel a familiar heat pooling low within me.

Hank’s thrusts become more forceful now, his hands grip my hips as if he might never let go. The two of them, working in tandem, drive me to the brink of insanity.

I feel it again. The orgasm I thought could never be topped. But this time, it’s different. It’s better. Multiplied by ten.

“Oh god,” I moan around Ben’s cock. “Oh god, I’m...”

The words catch in my throat as the world around me shatters. My entire body convulses, every nerve ending alight.

Hank’s grip on my hips tightens, his eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Cum for us, Mac. Cum on our cocks.”

The three of us are writhing, moaning and gasping for air.

The cum on my tongue is warm and slightly salty, the taste sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

I can feel Hank's hot breath on my neck as he pulls out, leaving a trail of warmth and stickiness on my skin. His muffled groans and curses fill the air as he rides out his own orgasm.

I collapse onto the bed, my body sated and aching in equal measure. Ben slides out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. "Damn," he mutters, his chest heaving.

As I catch my breath, I take a moment to savor the feeling. The feeling of completeness, of being whole.

I turn around to face them both, my face flushed, hair a sweaty mess and completely disheveled.

“So, how was your first time?” Ben asks, with a small smirk.

Hank chuckles, flopping down on the bed next to me. “So, Mac. What did you think? Not too hard on you, was it?”

I sigh, stretching, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened to me. I’m not quite sure I have the words.

“It was better than anything I could have imagined,” I whisper, feeling a little sheepish and silly. It’s not like they’re going to ask me to be their girlfriend or anything.

It was an impulse. The heat of the moment taking over our biology. I chew on my bottom lip in embarrassment for feeling so shy and timid like some naive fool.

“Good,” Ben says, grabbing his shirt from the dresser and slipping it over his head.

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