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“She’s ready,” Reece said.

With his cock embedded deep inside her pussy, straddling him, Bradford carried her to a wide chair, sans the armrests.

Behind her, Zachariah removed the butt plug, creating a fresh wave of lust for her to ride.

She was going to die if she couldn’t feel them all inside her right now.

Reece lined up his cock to the entrance of her asshole. She tensed, burying her head in Bradford’s chest as remnants of her modesty returned.

They were going to put their cocks into her ass, a place most anyone thought was forbidden, and yet the whole salacious idea of it aroused her to no end.

Bradford held her still as Reece entered her. She shook her head but clamped her mouth shut. She wanted this more than anything, but god help her, they really were too big for her.

With Bradford’s cock already filling her up, there was no room left anywhere else inside her—that thin barrier separating her bottom hole from her pussy too flimsy to award any kind of protection.

But she wanted this.

She gritted her teeth until Bradford took her hand and twisted her arm around her back. Reece took her hand from there and wrapped her fingers around his cock so she could feel him ease into her.

Dear god, the sensations ruined her.

Bradford did the same with her other hand, enfolding her palm around Zachariah’s cock as he placed himself next to Reece and pressed into her asshole. Her body shook violently at the double intrusion of her bottom hole Then, in order to still look into her eyes when his friends entered her with the tips of both their cocks, Bradford curled his hand around her throat, keeping her on edge and in place.

She shuddered with embarrassment when a river of wetness flowed out of her and down Bradford’s cock at the position, she found herself in.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmured.

Reece and Zachariah pushed in more. Tears rolled down her face and dripped onto Bradford’s hand. And then her hands were just in the way.

Reece caught both her wrists and held them in place at the small of her back.

“Breathe,” Zachariah ordered before he and Zachariah, both penetrated her fully, spreading her apart so wide, she forgot how to breathe and started to panic. She was crying openly now.

“You’re all right,” Bradford reminded her, squeezing at her throat while he kissed her so tenderly, she started to cry all over again. She was all right. She was on the verge of breaking in two, but she was perfect.

Behind her, Reece and Zachariah slipped in and out of her, working up to a rhythm she soon learned. And then Bradford started to move, and the only sounds audible were her cries, the slap of their flesh against hers, and the sound her wetness made every time they pushed in deeper and harder, devastating her and empowering her all at the same time.

She felt her body hit the curve of her feminine desire, where nothing mattered but making them come inside her.

She used her wiles and clutched her inner muscles around them, evoking deep rumbles from their bodies, that in turn, unleashed them. She needed them to bathe her in their cum. She needed this to exist. She drew them deeper into her and refused to let them go until they swore softly and emptied themselves inside her.

She loved them.

But they could still want nothing to do with her after this.

This time when she cried, she cried for herself. And when she came, she came for them.

Chapter Eighteen

Exhaustion set in very quickly for Calista. She was hazily aware of them taking care of her, praising her, bathing her, massaging her, feeding her, and putting her to bed.

She slept, but not fitfully. Had she made a mistake? Maybe not knowing what they could do to her body made loving them from a distance better.

It was too late now. She was doomed. She slipped out of the bed, careful not to wake them as they slept. They’d taken turns to hold her during the night—she couldn’t imagine not having that for the rest of her life.

Tears started to fall down her face. If she left now, she’d save herself from hearing it from their mouths that it was a lesson they were trying to teach her, a way to scare her away that went too far but meant nothing. Anything but that.

She picked up the shirt she’d been wearing, and considering what she came in wearing was a shredded mess in the bathroom, she would have to borrow this shirt anyway to leave.

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