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With his hands gripping my hips firmly, he railed into me in deep, even thrusts, making me cry out with each push.

I wish they’d talk to me. I wanted to hear them say dirty things in my ear. Tell me I was a bad girl. That I was a good girl. That I was worth it and more.

I schooled those thoughts, forcing myself to understand this was just one insane night of pleasure. To ride it out. Enjoy it. Embrace the possibilities.

I tried to move my hands, but the two men held them down. Squirming, I tried to draw the third guy deeper into my pussy, but he let out a soft laugh and continued to drive in even shallower thrusts to mess with me.

I had no idea why I thought it, but I did, and voiced that thought with wild abandon.

“Please. P-Please,” I choked out. “More. Deeper.”

That seemed to do the trick because he slammed into me, making me howl in pleasure as an orgasm was ripped from my body. Unable to contain myself, I soaked him in my juices. The two men holding me down let out grunts of approval as the third one hammered deeper into me, weaving one orgasm into the next.

I came again within moments, shrieking to god and his angels, my body a trembling mess as he continued his onslaught. Deep. Deep. Shallow. A swivel. A slam. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I couldn’t handle it. I clawed and twisted in an attempt to break free, but that seemed to only turn him on more because he worked harder. Faster. His fingers dug painfully into my hips.

I wept as another wave of pleasure tore through my body. Shaking violent, I let out another cry.

“N-No more. I-I can’t?—”

I was silenced with a kiss from the second guy while the first guy move to suck my clit from the side of me. It allowed my hand freedom, so I twined it through the second guy’s hair, earning a groan against my lips.

The first guy flicked his tongue against my clit as the third guy continued to pound into me. It couldn’t have been comfortable for the first guy, but he worked me out, driving another orgasm from me.

It was the low groan that let me know that the third guy was coming deep inside me. My breath caught against the second guy’s lips and he wasted no time nipping at me.

Completely soaked in sweat and my own release, I laid in a twitching, boneless pile on the wet sheets, my entire being obliterated.

A soft laugh sounded out somewhere in the room, but I didn’t even bother to open my eyes to see which of the guys it was.

Instead, the bed shifted and my arms were restrained again. I lost track of who was who. I was drunk. Delirious from pleasure. My mind was completely gone.

Another cock pressed between my legs before pushing deep inside me again.

And I took it all as he fucked me, my arms pinned above me.

When he came, I came too.

And then…darkness.

Chapter 19

Damien

She passed the fuck out after Jace fucked her a second time.

I looked over to him embedded between her legs as her breathing grew deep. I knew she was drunk off her ass because I could taste the alcohol on her tongue when I’d kissed her.

I looked from Caleb, who was staring down at her, to Jace as he pulled free from her pussy.

My ride between her legs had been exceptional. Better than I’d ever dreamed possible. She was so fucking tight and hot, I’d nearly blown my load just entering her pussy.

I didn’t want to ruin it and have to listen to Jace fuck with me over it, so I forced myself to concentrate on physics. I hated physics. But it did the trick, allowing me to get in control of my cock. I wasn’t the sort of guy who was a minute man, but damn, that pussy was the best I’d ever been buried in.

“Now what?” Jace asked, staring down at her passed out form.

“I’m ready for round two,” I said, glancing from Jace to Caleb.

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