Page 111 of Light My Fire

Jackson is there beside me a second later, one hand on my back, the other between my legs, circling my clit while Wyatt pumps up into me.

Luke’s hands are still on my waist but he’s not doing anything more than providing me a firm surface to push on as I lift myself up and down on Wyatt’s perfect cock. If I let go, I could brace my hands on Wyatt’s thighs, but I like this. I’m able to feel Luke’s hard muscles, hot skin, and look into his intense gaze. All while his friend’s cock is buried deep inside me.

Oh man, I am so done for.

How can I ever dream of having sex with anyone but these three ever again?

“My god you really do look like a gorgeous fallen angel who is here to steal our souls,” Jackson says, brushing my hair over my shoulder. “I will gladly spend eternity in hell for this.”

“Jackson,” I moan.

“Anything you need, sweetheart.”

“Harder. Faster.”

He complies, giving me more pressure and speed just as I asked.

I cry out, using Luke’s arms to move up and down Wyatt’s length faster, my thighs burning.

“That’s right, just like that, take what you need,” Luke coaches. “Use that cock.”

Wyatt’s hands squeeze me. “Jesus, Brooke. Fuck me. Yes, fuck me, like that.”

I move even faster. I feel my inner muscles start to tighten. But I can’t move fastenough, or reach quite the right spot.

Luke seems to realize that I need help and he suddenly grips my waist again, lifting and lowering me.

That does it. Three more strokes and I’m hurtling over the edge.

I cry out. I don’t even know what I’m saying, as pleasure and heat and the strangest sense of fulfillment wash over me.

A moment later, Wyatt’s roar fills the room and he stiffens beneath me as he comes hard.

I slump forward and Luke catches me, wrapping his arms around me. He pulls me forward and helps me sit on the edge of the bed between Wyatt’s knees.

Wyatt sits up behind me and wraps his arms around me, under where Luke’s hugging me.

Wyatt kisses the back of my shoulder while Luke kisses my head.

I feel Jackson stroking my arm as well.

It’s amazing to me that I can tell who's touching me without looking.

I have never felt this good in my life.

Good isn’t even a big enough word.

I want more. I want to know I can have this all the time. I don’t want a single other man to even hold a door for me and I don’t want another woman to smile at any of these men.

I lift my head, wrap my arms around Luke’s neck, and pull myself up against him. “Your turn,” I say, kissing his neck.

He strokes his hands down my back. “Easy, Angel. You need a minute. Or an hour.”

I reach down between us and wrap my hand around his cock. He’s huge and hard. “No. I want you now. Right now. Right after them.”

I don’t care if I’m sore after this. I want them all. Now. Together.

“Angel…”

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