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"Please, Dylan," I beg.

"Such a needy girl," he purrs, teasing me with the lightest of touches, his fingertip sliding along my slit.

"Time to eat," Theo says, poking his head in the bathroom, his eyes darkening when he sees Dylan's hand between my legs. He smirks as he helps me from the tub, wrapping me in a fluffy towel before carrying me to the bedroom. They must have raided the leftovers from the party,judging by the huge charcuterie board sitting at the foot of the bed. Henry is picking through it, putting choice pieces on a plate.

"How are you feeling, Red?" Henry asks, his gaze sliding over my body as Theo sets me on the bed.

"I feel good. Really good."

"Here." He shoves the plate into my hands. "I picked out all the best bits. You need to eat."

"Thank you," I whisper. Normally I would have told him he didn't need to do that, but I'm starving. I eat one of the bites he assembled–a tiny cracker with cheese and some sort of jam. I moan as the flavors explode in my mouth.

"Didn't realize how hungry a good fucking could make you, huh?" Henry asks, a smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. I make a face at him and then proceed to devour the entire plate of food.

"A little something to wash it down?" Theo hands me a bottle of water, watching to make sure I take several large swallows while Henry clears the food from the end of the bed.

"Good girl," Dylan murmurs, climbing onto the bed next to me, taking the water bottle from my hand and giving it to Theo. Before I can blink, his hands are cupping my face, pulling me roughly to him, his mouth crashing against mine. He tastes like champagne and sex, my new favorite combination. I tremble as his fingertips trace a line over my ribs, skimming over the dip of my waist, coming to rest low on my hip. He sinks onto the mattress, and I follow him down, both of us lying on our sides facing each other. Our legs tangle as we kiss,the position allowing his cock to align perfectly between my legs. I roll my hips, gasping as the head of his cock brushes my swollen clit.

"Will you make that noise for me, too, Sunflower?" Theo asks, lying down behind me, propping himself up so he can lean over me. He turns my chin toward him and captures my lips in a searing kiss.

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Ifeel like I can't breathe with Theo plastered to my back and Dylan to my front. Frissons of pleasure sizzle over my skin, colliding and exploding as they run their hands over my body, squeezing, kneading, pulling, caressing.

Theo grips my hip, pulling me flush with his body, his cock digging into my ass. I arch against him, extending my head back as a silent invitation to kiss my neck. The warmth of his tongue flicks over my pulse before dragging down to my collarbone, slowly stoking the flames beneath my skin. Dylan captures my face between his hands, his fingers strong and firm. The heat in his gaze makes my heart flip-flop, a fresh wave of desire gushing from between my legs. He groans as he captures my lower lip between his teeth, sucking and biting before pushing his tongue into my mouth. I cling to him, angling my head to deepen the kiss. He slides his hand between our bodies, positioning his cock between my legs, holding it in place as he drags the head of his cock back and forth over my clit.

"Please, Dylan," I beg, hitching my leg over his hip,and opening myself up to him. He groans, pushing his hips forward until he's nudging at my entrance, and then with one smooth motion, he buries himself deep. The walls of my pussy convulse around him as I adjustto his size, pleasure smothering my senses. I vaguely register hearing the pump of the lube bottle, and then Theo is sliding his cock along my crack, coating me with lube before pressing himself against my ass. I can feel his body tense behind me, a live wire vibrating with sexual energy.

"Deep breath," he murmurs, nibbling at my ear. I breathe in deep, focusing on how good Dylan's cock feels as he slowly slides in and out of me.

"Good girl. Now relax."

I release the hold on my muscles one by one until I'm loose and pliant in their arms. His growl sends a thrill down my spine as I push my ass back, the head of his cock slowly pinning me in place.

"Fuck, Isla," he breathes, going still. "You feel so fucking good."

I push back more until my ass swallows the head of his cock, then surge forward, sawing my hips back and forth on their cocks. The end of the bed dips, and I look up into Henry's face, his eyes dark with need. He straddles mine and Dylan's legs, pushing my left leg to my chest, making room for his hips.

"You ready to come so hard you forget your name, Red?" he growls, coating his cock in the moisture between my thighs. I whimper as he notches himself along Dylan's shaft. He presses his hips forward,slowly working his way in.

I forget how to exist as my world contracts to one tiny pinprick where there's only room for the ecstasy rippling through my body. I gasp as he stretches me, the feeling of fullness like nothing I've experienced before.

"The head is almost in," he murmurs.

"Just the head?" I shift my body, suddenly unsure if I can take all of him. His body trembles as he loses his grip on control, and he sinks down, impaling me.

Fuck.

FUCK.

I can't move. Can't breathe. Can't even think. So fucking full. I sob his name, raking my nails over his neck, pulling him down as I stretch up to meet his lips.

"Fucking hell," Dylan rasps, his eyes rolling back as Henry bottoms out, stretching me to the max. Henry's hips freeze, allowing us to get used to the fullness as he ravages my mouth, his tongue pushing past my lips with a savage need, drawing me in for a kiss that makes my toes curl. As if some unspoken current runs between them, they all begin moving at once, six hands and three cocks doing their best to absolutely wreck me. By the time I manage to focus on one feeling, another comes along to override it, dragging me higher and higher as they fuck me senseless. I go limp as a noodle, losing all sense of time and space, making it impossible to do anything but ride the tide as the tsunami builds. As one, they all thrust inside me, their cocks pulsing with need, their grasp on control slipping through their fingers like sand. I squeeze around them, stars blooming behind my eyelids as I feel every ridge, every vein, as they grow impossibly harder. They pull out, and thrust again, filling me until I'm sobbing their names. Henry stops moving, allowing Dylan to pull out halfway, so he can pulse the head of his cock over my G-spot while Theo keeps up his rhythm behind me. Henry shifts, using one hand to lift my nipple to his mouth, sucking hard, urging me closer.

"Fuckkk," I groan, arching for him, the push and pull of three cocks and one mouth becoming too much for my body to contend with. Theo snakes a hand around my hip, delving between my legs, giving me exactly what they all know I need.

"Come for us, beautiful," he whispers, his breath hitching as I squeeze around him.

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