Page 94 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

Hank’s mouth, hot and wet, teases me, pressing kisses along my inner thigh, driving me wild.

“Jesus,” JT curses, his voice hoarse. “The things I want to do to you, Mac, the things I want to make you feel…”

“You’ll have your turn,” Hank growls, his words muffled against my core. They’re using me to get to one another. “She tastes so good.” His tongue swirls around my clit, slowly, leisurely, teasing me. JT tilts his chin back, undoing his belt buckle, so his jeans fall away.

His cock, hard and demanding, juts out, throbbing for me.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my thighs tremble as Hank’s lips close around my swollen clit.

“I want to taste her too,” JT mutters, his voice thick with lust.

“After me.”

“You have to wait, JT,” Ben says flatly.

They share a heated look over my body, and for a moment, I think they might argue, but then J.T. nods. “I’ll wait."

His hands are in my hair, angling my head so I can see. The visual of him stroking himself, his hips thrusting forward, coupled with the sensation of Hank's tongue on my core, and Ben’s length nudging against my opening, has me teetering on the edge.

“Oh, God, please.”

“Please what, baby girl?” Ben growls in my ear.

“I…I…” but words fail me as Hank's tongue flicks against my clit again, and I explode, my back arching, my eyes slamming shut as wave after wave of pleasure ricochets through me. And at that moment, Ben thrusts into me, falling back onto the bed with me on top, fucking me hard from under him.

“You’re so tight,” Ben grunts, his hips slamming into mine.

My pussy spasms around Ben's cock, and Hank presents his thick hard shaft, identical to his brothers in front of my mouth. On instinct, I lean forward to grasp it as Ben continues bouncingme up and down his length. I run my tongue along Hank’s hardness, trying to take as much of him as I can into my throat.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “God, she fucks with her mouth like a pro.”

I moan, taking him in, my eyes locked with JT’s as I suck on Hank's cock, while Ben’s thick cock pounds me from behind.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” Ben groans above me, his hips picking up speed as Hank's breathing hitches, his grip on my hair tightening.

I taste Hank, salty and oh-so-sweet as Ben's cock pistons in and out of me, stretching me to the limits. My pussy squeezes him tightly

Their moans spur me on, and I take more of him into my mouth, suckling, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock.

“That’s it, baby, take it all,” Hank growls. I take him in, every thick, throbbing inch, his cock hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Hank moans.

JT is beside Hank, his rough hands grip the base of his cock. Eagerly, I take him into my throat, continuing to pump Hank with my free hand.

“Suck it harder, baby,” JT orders, his voice guttural, his eyes never leaving mine.

I do as he commands, lapping at his length, sucking, taking both of them in my mouth, each in turn, one after the other.

“Jesus, Mac,” Ben pants. His grip on my thighs tightens, his thrusts become more erratic. “You’re so fucking tight, so wet. I’ve never felt anything as good as you.”

“Or tasted anything as good,” Hank says, keeping my hair out of my face as he slides between my lips.

Their cocks hard, and throbbing, their hands in my hair, they guide me, pushing their cocks in my mouth and pussy. My coreclenches around Ben, and I damn near see stars. But before that sweet release, Ben lifts me away from him.

“My turn,” Hank growls, dropping onto his back on the bed and bringing me down onto him, so I’m facing him. He lifts upward, capturing my breasts in his mouth.

I barely have time to register the shift before JT's face is between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my core, licking me, tasting every drop of my arousal from behind. Hank's thick cock, hard and demanding, nudges at my entrance before he enters me, slowly, teasingly; sending shivers of pleasure through my body. I take him inch by inch, feeling him stretching me, filling me to the hilt.

“Oh, fuck. You are incredible, baby,” he grunts.

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