Page 95 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

Ben replaces JT behind me as he rains kisses down my spine, his tongue licking up my crack before nudging against my puckered hole.

I gasp, my head thrown back as he licks, and teases my opening.

Ben slides a finger inside me, his tongue lapping at my entrance, and I moan.

“Ride me, baby,” Hank growls, his hands fisting my hips, lifting me up, and then slamming me back down, impaling me on his hard length.

JT lays on his back next to Hank, his cock in his hand, stroking himself in time with Hank's thrusts.

“There you go, ride it for us,” JT growls, his eyes on mine, his jaw tense with barely leashed lust.

“Christ, she’s so tight,” Hank groans, he continues plunging his cock into me, hitting my core, touching that sweet spot deep within. I let go then with his words, losing some part of my sanity. I submit to them as they focus solely on me and my pleasure.

“That’s it, baby, take it all.”

But it's JT's cock, his thick, hard length, red and swollen, that draws my attention.

“You want this? Don’t you,” JT asks, running his hand along the length.

Trembling, I nod, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of his hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking himself off in time with Hank's thrusts.

“Ask for it, Mac,” Ben commands, as he presses himself against my ass.

“You want me back in your mouth?” JT muses, teasing himself for me.

“Yes,” I pant, rising and falling on Hank.

JT groans, his eyes never leaving mine as he fists his cock, stroking it, his thumb rubbing the head, spreading the clear fluid that leaks from the slit.

I reach out, wrapping my hand around JT's cock, his heat and hardness in my hand feels intoxicating. I stroke it up and down.

“Say it, baby girl,” he growls. “Say you want my cock in your mouth.”

“I want your cock in my mouth,” I repeat word for word, leaning down for JT's length. I hang my jaw open, waiting. My pussy clenches as my orgasm builds.

In response, JT raises his hips, guiding his cock into my waiting mouth.

“Take it, baby. Suck it.” Ben encourages from behind me.

“God, I love watching her,” Hank mumbles with a half smile from beneath. His eyes are glued to me. Knowing how much they love to see me work with each other, turns me on even more.

I'm vaguely aware of Ben’s thick cock, slick with moisture, teasing my ass.

I suck JT off, my mouth hot and wet, my tongue swirling around the head of his cock as Hank’s rhythm slows to an aching crawl when Ben slides in, his cock stretching me, filling me,

Ben grunts, his hands on my hips as he thrusts into me, his balls slapping against my ass.

I can't think. Can't breathe.

It's too much.

And just when I think I can't take any more, Ben's cock hits a spot deep within me that sends me over the edge. My body shudders and clenches around him.

I'm lost in a sea of sensation, drugged by their words, their hands are in my hair, their cocks are thrusting into my mouth and into my tight passages. My orgasm is just a heartbeat away, my core clenches around Ben's cock, my sucking becoming more frantic as I start losing my grip.

“Jesus, Mac, I’m gonna blow,” Hank groans, his hips bucking as he finds his release, his seed fills me; hot and thick.

And then JT's cock, hard and throbbing, fills my mouth, flooding my mouth with his cum, he tastes salty, and tangy.

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