Page 138 of Isla

"Flip over so she's on top," Henry commands.

I look at him and nearly come right then. He's gripping his cock hard with one hand, precum dripping from the tip. Dylan dips his shoulder and rolls, adjusting my legs so I'm straddling him. He grasps my hips, pulling me down, grinding against me.

"Sit up, Isla."

I obey Henry's command, planting my hands on Dylan's chest and pushing myself up.

"Good girl, now hold still."

Henry's praise rolls through my body, a tsunami of pleasure crashing over me from my head to my toes. The bed dips as he positions himself behind me, my heartbeat ratcheting up as his arm snakes around my middle and draws me against his chest. I break free from his hold, lift myself off Dylan, and turn around, sinking back down onto his cock with a moan.

"Much better," I whisper, making quick work of the buttons on Henry's shirt before pushing it off his thick shoulders. I slide my palms over his muscles, the light creeping in from the main cabin burnishing him with a golden glow. He cups my jaw, angling my head before capturing my mouth with his. I desperately fumble with his belt buckle, jerking at the button of his pants before greedily pushing my hand inside and wrapping my fingers around his cock. I tug him closer, and he straddles Dylan's legs, closing the distance between us. I drag the head of his cock over my clit, rocking back and forth overthe ridge. Henry groans, sitting back on his knees, his dark gaze anchored between my legs where Dylan's cock disappears inside me. He reaches out, dragging two fingers over the stretched skin of my pussy before sliding them in on top of Dylan's shaft. He pushes up on his knees, changing the angle of his hand so his fingers are hooked against the front wall of my pussy.

"Breathe, Isla. That's my girl."

I whimper as he drags his fingers over my G-spot, coaxing me toward orgasm. Dipping his head, he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, pleasure streaking through my system like a shooting star.

"Fuck, Isla," he grinds out, breathing hard. He pulls his fingers out, sucking my desire from them before crushing his lips to mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth, sharing my taste with me.

Fuck.

He breaks away, cheeks ruddy, pupils blown wide. Dropping his gaze, he palms his cock, pushing it down between my legs, sliding it over my clit. He notches it at my entrance, pressing our bodies together as he pushes inside me. Dylan's broken groan nearly launches me over the edge. Because of the angle, only the first two inches of Henry’s cock are inside me, but fuck does he make those inches work. My body shudders as I rock back and forth, the head of his cock sliding back and forth over my G-spot, bringing me close to the precipice before he clamps his hands on my hips, holding me still.

"How do you want Theo?" Dylan rasps from behind me, his fingers flexing on my ass.

"However, he wants me," I pant, dropping my head to Henry's shoulder, trying to hold on and wait for Theo. And then he's behind me, his thighs pressing against mine as he straddles Dylan's torso, his cock nudging against my ass.

"Is this okay?" he asks softly, kissing his way down my spine.

"Perfect," I mumble, pushing my ass out toward him, needy and desperate. I hear the sound of the lube bottle, and then Henry's spreading my ass cheeks, and Theo is coating me in lube. He slides his cock back and forth over me, chuckling at my gasp every time hepasses over my asshole. He notches himself and pushes forward slowly, stopping every inch to allow me time to adjust. I sob when he fully seats himself, my body trembling with need.

"Look at how good you take our cocks," Henry whispers, his lips against my ear. "Like you were made for us."

I start moving, pushing back on Theo then forward onto Henry's cock, Dylan staying snug inside me the whole time. "

Take what you need," Theo rasps, sweeping my hair away from my neck and licking me from shoulder to ear. I ride them harder, high on the fullness. High on their praise. High on them. Henry holds me close, my nipples rubbing on his chest, adding to the chaos of sensations my brain is desperately trying to catalog.

"Fuck, Isla." Henry exhales a shaky breath, cupping my face in the tenderest of touches. I strain up to catch his lips with mine, hooking my fingers around the back of his neck and drawing him down with me as I relax, all three stretching me to my fullest. I whimper against Henry's lips, squeezing around them.

"I'm close," Dylan chokes out, his body straining beneath me as he tries to stay in control.

"Push your ass toward Theo, love," Henry murmurs against my lips, sliding his hands down my body, guiding my hips the way he wants them. "Good girl."

On the next thrust, his entire shaft slides along my clit, igniting a wildfire inside me. Oh god. I grapple for his hips, holding tight as I explode around them.

"Jesus fuck," Theo grunts, groaning as that tight ring of muscle strangles his cock, giving him no choice but to come hard. His hips stutter against my ass at the same time Dylan pushes up to grind against me, moaning as he surrenders control.

I can feel Henry holding back, waiting. He bands an arm around my back, pulling me up against him. Theo and Dylan slip out as Henry sits back on his heels, lifting me up and down on his cock, using my body like a fleshlight. He palms my ass, his fingers sliding in Theo's cum, pushing his middle finger into me.

"You're so goddamned beautiful," he growls, his gaze roaming overme as he slowly pulls me back and forth on his cock, palming my breast with his other hand.

I cling to his neck, barely able to breathe, my arms shaking. He growls his displeasure when my hold begins to slip, twisting to the side and laying me across the bed. He kicks off his pants and leans over me, holding my gaze as he rams into me. I don't stand a chance against him. His jaw clenches. His muscles ripple. His blue eyes never leave my face, bringing us to the edge together.

"Come on my cock, Isla. I want to feel you squeezing around me." My body obeys him immediately. "That's my girl. Just like that." He slams into me, pounding me down into the mattress, and then holds me there, rocking his pelvis over mine, the sudden pressure on my clit extending my orgasm. He covers my mouth with his, swallowing my scream, moaning as I scrape my nails down his back, his hips spasming as I latch onto his ass. "Fuck, Isla." He buries his face in the crook of my neck and thrusts hard, pouring his seed deep inside me. I sigh contentedly, squeezing my muscles around the hardness of his cock, enjoying the aftershocks of my orgasm.

"You better be careful, wife. Don't do that unless you're ready for round two," he chuckles against my ear, flexing his cock, making me gasp.

"Stop antagonizing our wife with your bionic dick," Theo mutters, rolling Henry to the side and gathering me into his arms. He carries me into the bathroom, setting me carefully down beneath the steaming hot shower spray. I relax against his chest, closing my eyes as the water sluices over us. If this is what married life is going to be like, I'm all in.

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