Page 77 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

I can barely form a coherent thought, the pleasure is so intense it threatens to shatter me into a thousand pieces.

JT's fingers dig into my hips as he matches Hank's rhythm, the two of them moving in perfect sync. I am lost in it all, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful, almost enough to break me.

"We've got you, Mac," JT murmurs against my ear as his thumb rubs slow circles on my clit. "Just let go."

And I do.

With a cry, I let go, succumbing to the powerful orgasm that washes over me. I shake with the force of it, my vision going white as waves of ecstasy crash through me again and again. All I can do is hold on and ride it out.

The men never slow, their rhythm only intensifying as they ride me through the waves of my climax.

"Jesus Christ," Hank groans, his hands squeezing my hips so tightly I was sure it would leave marks. "She's clenching around me, so damn tight."

There’s nothing gentle about the way they take me now. Their movements are rough, primal as they pound into me from all sides. But I love it. Love the way it feels to be surrounded by them, filled with them.

My body tenses again, another orgasm building as they pound into me at a frenzied pace.

Hank groans in my ear, his climax hitting him hard, leaving him shuddering against me. JT follows soon after, releasing deep inside me with a guttural growl. Ben pulls out of my mouth and spills himself on my chest, hot and sticky.

We stay like that for a moment, the four of us panting and shaking from the aftereffects of such a powerful release. Eventually, they pull out of me one by one, each leaving me emptier than before.

"Shit," JT curses as he helps me sit up, his arms coming around me to hold me close. "You okay, Mac?"

I nod, unable to trust my voice just yet. I feel... incredible. Sated and blissfully content.

Hank tucks a loose strand of hair back from my face, his eyes filled with warmth. "We didn't push you too far, did we?"

Laughing weakly, I shake my head. "No way. That was... wow."

Ben chuckles as he passes me a towel, and I hastily wipe the sticky residue from my chest. "Wow, huh?" He smirks. "I guess we'll take that as a compliment."

"The best compliment," JT affirms. He cups my face tenderly, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes my heart flutter. "You’re pretty amazing, Mac.”

I smile at them, a soft, sated smile that has them all grinning back at me. There’s a warmth in their eyes that takes me by surprise. It’s not just lust or satisfaction but something more... something deeper.

“We should go to bed,” JT says, running a hand through his hair. He takes several steps back and eyes me up and down.

"Sleep sounds good," I murmur, still feeling the languid effects of being fucked by all three of them. I pull away, and make my way up the stairs, ignoring the shakiness in my legs and the thudding of my heart. I practically stumble into the shower and turn it on hot. I stand under the water for a long while. My head is racing with jumbled thoughts, but my body is racing with something else entirely.

I shouldn't be feeling this way, not about one man and definitely not about three. Yet tonight... tonight had been incredible in a way that words could not express.

After what felt like hours in the shower, I pad softly into the bedroom, my eyes instantly drawn to the massive bed where a freshly showered JT, smelling like pine and soap is laying under the comforter. I tense, clutching the towel to me. It feels silly to suddenly be shy, but what happened earlier had just been a moment of passion and alcohol. This feels different. Too intimate, and suddenly, I feel vulnerable.

Should I leave?

This is his room after all.

"Don't go," he murmurs, his voice barely audible. His eyes skim over my bare body, heating me up more than the shower had done.

I look at him unsure of what to do. He pats the empty spot next to him on the bed. "C'mon, Mac. We've been through too much to be shy around each other."

With a small nod, I slowly approach the bed. Clutching the towel tightly around me, I lower myself beside him. The bed dips under my weight, JT's warm body scoots closer.

He pulls me in, his arm wrapping around me. For a moment we lay there quietly, and I can hear his heartbeat under my ear.

"If you want, we can talk about what happened," JT says quietly after some time.

I lift my head up to look at him. His eyes are sincere and open.

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