Page 17 of Three Cranky SEALS and a Christmas Menace

She was going to pass out. For real. But then, Waylan and Myles started to suck on her nipples, sucking off the eggnog. She was delirious with all the sensations.

Dear god. As Holden slid in and out of her, deeper and deeper and deeper, and Waylan and Myles sucked on her breasts as ifthey were drawing milk from her, the pure, unadulterated love she still felt for them, plus the dirty eroticism of it all, shattered her apart.

The walls of her pussy clutched onto Holden’s cock. Waylan and Myles sucked ferociously on her nipples now that they drank all the eggnog, and she believed they might actually draw milk from her. Her mind quieted, and then she came, feeling her climax in every part of her body. She rolled with the pulses in her body, aware she may have transcended to a different plane.

“Mercedes.” She heard them say her name in wonder as she rocked through her orgasm.

“Please,” she said weakly, feverishly.

Without losing contact with her, Holden picked her up and made her straddle him, his cock now nestled so deep inside her, she didn’t think she was going to let go.

Myles kissed a trail down her back as he gently removed the plug from her. He wasted no time before he filled her hole with more lube, and then she felt the head of his cock at her opening, puckered tightly closed, determined to turn him away.

That was not what she wanted. She wanted Myles inside her. She wanted Holden inside her. She wanted Waylan inside her.

“Breathe, beautiful,” Myles said, as he inched forward. Holden slipped out a little to give him some space. Myles pushed in past the tight rings of her bottom hole.

She was sobbing now. Uncontrollably. Waylan came to her, bent over, and kissed her lips, while Holden took a nipple into his mouth. The harder he sucked, the more of his cock he pushed back inside her pussy; the more Myles matched his passage into her ass.

She was going to be incinerated under their touch. But not seeing them again, not being allowed to love them, hurt even more and gave her the power to go on.

She braced herself, then relaxed her body. She gave Myles and Holden free rein into her without any hindrance. She absorbed the pain of the burning stretch. Then she looked at Waylan and begged him with her eyes.

Waylan lubed his cock and slipped in behind her.

She was never going to see them again. She was going to have to pretend this never happened. That had been the condition that had sealed this deal for her.

The tears that fell from her eyes were from the pain in her heart and not the pain from her body as Waylan and Myles both alternated slipping into her bottom hole. In and out. Then together. Then Waylan went a little deeper while Myles stayed at the shallow entrance of her. All the while Holden kept his ground inside her pussy, forcing her to stretch her body for Waylan and Myles on her own.

She needed them now. This minute.

“Please,” she begged.

Waylan and Myles entered her together. Stars erupted from behind her closed eyes.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their breathing. They lay still inside her, and she could feel their reverence, as a palpable thing. She’d done it. She’d taken them inside her. All three of them.

Now she wanted their essence.

She moved, and they moved with her. She hugged them to her body, and they grunted and growled. Then they were fucking her. Using her body for their pleasure, and nothing gave her more pleasure than that.

When they came inside her, bathing her with their cum, she bottled the feeling so she could keep it forever.

Chapter Fourteen

Mercedes never thought she would be sad on Christmas Day, but she was. Although sad was such a small word to describe how she felt.

She felt empty.Eviscerated. Oh, why had she done it? Why had she asked them to take her virginity, knowing she hadn’t stopped loving them? When she turned eighteen and realized her brother’s best friends would never in a million years think of her as anything other than Jeff’s annoying kid sister, she decided to save her heart and told herself she was out of love with them. That had to be the biggest lie she’d ever fed herself. She hadn’t stopped loving them for one small little second.

Now look what it got her. She just had memories of what their touch felt like on her body, their kisses, the way they growled at her as she clutched their cocks to the inside of her, so desperate to keep them there forever that she would have done anything at all. Memories that would stay with her unhindered until her last breath. She couldn’t date successfully because of them, and now she would die alone because of them.

She let out a shaky sigh, tears just hovering on the surface, as she fixed her hair, then smoothed down her white silk long-sleeved dress with a border of Christmas trees at the hem. She loved the dress, it was perfect, but she wasn’t the same girl who had bought the dress weeks before.

She had no idea how she was going to get through the rest of the day, but she better put a smile on her face, sprinkle a lot of festive cheer in her voice, and pretend to be happy at the Christmas lunch. And of course, put up with Annique.

Ugh.

Actually, she wasn’t even going to mention to her step-sister she was no longer a virgin. It didn’t matter at all now, what Annique thought of her. A week ago that had been the thing that ruled her life to the point where she asked her friend Todd to help her out.

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