Page 80 of Four More The Merrier

Lyle’s tongue moves with practiced ease, finding every sensitive spot with precision that makes my whole body quiver.

“Goddamn,” Jarron mutters again from somewhere behind me.

Beau pulls back just enough to look into my eyes. “You ready baby?”

I nod breathlessly. “Yes.”

I take Beau in my mouth, savoring the salty taste as he hisses in pleasure. He’s so big, but I focus on taking him deeper, inch by inch, feeling him stretch my lips wide. The sound of his groans sends a thrill through me, encouraging me to keep going.

“Goddamnit, Quinn,” Beau grunts, his voice tight with need. “Your mouth is magic. It can sing and give spectacular head.”

“Let me be the judge of that,” Austen jokes from behind me, his tone light but filled with a hint of desire.

Lyle’s tongue finds a spot that makes my vision blur and I start to come, my body trembling with the intensity of it. Beau’s grip on my head tightens, guiding me up and down on his dick with a firm yet gentle pressure.

“I’m gonna go,” Beau says through gritted teeth. “Do you want me to pull out?”

I shake my head no, taking him deeper as he shudders and spills into my mouth. I swallow every drop, feeling a sense of triumph as his body quakes above me.

Jarron whistles low. “Damn, Quinn,” he says, clearly impressed. “You’ve got skills.”

Austen chuckles. “No kidding. She’s got the whole package.”

I pull back from Beau, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand as I look up at him. His eyes are dark with satisfaction and something more—something deeper that makes my heart skip a beat.

“You okay?” Lyle asks softly from behind me, his hands still caressing my hips.

“Yeah,” I breathe out, feeling a strange mix of exhaustion and exhilaration.

Beau bends down, lifting me up with ease and pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “You’re amazing,” he murmurs against my skin.

Austen and Jarron clear their throats, the sound breaking through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss. I lift my head from Beau's shoulder and glance at them, their eyes full of hunger.

"I'm ready for you," I say, my voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions inside me.

"Good," Jarron says, his smirk widening. He claps hands with Austen, a silent exchange passing between them as they begin to undress. My eyes follow the movement of their hands as buttons are undone and fabric falls away.

Austen settles into the chair across the room, his eyes never leaving mine. He pats his lap and beckons me over. "Come here, Quinn."

I rise on shaky legs and walk to him, the anticipation thrumming through my veins. As I straddle him, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, rolling it on with practiced ease.

"Sit down on my dick," he instructs, his voice low and rough.

I lower myself onto him slowly, gasping as he fills me inch by inch. His hands grip my hips, guiding me as I begin to move. The sensation is overwhelming, a perfect mix of pleasure and pressure.

Jarron approaches us, his eyes dark with desire. He takes my hand and places it on his dick. "Stroke me, baby" he commands.

I wrap my fingers around him and start to move my hand up and down in time with my movements on Austen. Jarron's breath hitches as I increase the pace, his grip tightening on my wrist.

"Fuck, Quinn," Jarron groans, his voice strained. He cups my face with one hand and pulls me in for a kiss that’s all heat and desperation. His tongue tangles with mine as our movements sync up perfectly.

Austen's grip on my hips tightens as he thrusts up into me, matching Jarron's rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of our breathing, moans, and the wet slap of skin against skin.

Jarron breaks the kiss first, resting his forehead against mine as he pants for breath. "This feels good as fuck, but I can't wait to get back inside you again," he murmurs against my lips.

I can only nod in agreement, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through me to form coherent words.

I glance over at Lyle, who's leaning back in the chair, stroking himself leisurely. His eyes are fixed on me, a lazy smile playing on his lips. "Quinn, you're putting on one hell of a show," he says, his voice thick with lust and admiration.

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