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I have to practically unhinge my jaw to let all of him in. Tears roll down my cheeks as I lose my breath while they deep-throat me. I take my sweet time suckling the tips and tasting the pre-cum before I’m lifted off the ground and carried over to the bed.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” Roman says as he lays down on his back. “Get on top of me, Elise.”

“Yes, sir,” I manage, still tasting him on the tip of my tongue.

I straddle him eagerly as he takes hold of my breasts, fondling and squeezing, then pinching my nipples until I cry out in bliss as I slide onto his cock, my wet pussy eager to wrap around him.

“Hold still,” James says, climbing behind me.

I don’t move, glancing over my shoulder as I realize what is about to happen. At the same time, Oliver climbs onto the bed,standing right in front of me as he holds on to the upper canopy frame for balance.

“Oh, yes,” I whisper as I feel James joining Roman inside of me.

My pussy is stretched beyond belief as two cocks fill me, while Oliver beckons me to part my lips for him. “Take all of us,” he says.

“Absolutely,” I moan as I wrap my lips around him.

A rhythm builds, slowly at first, to ease me into the madness. Roman holds on to my breasts, while James thrusts himself deeper, causing an avalanche of sensations to burst through my core as Oliver goes down my throat. Back and forth, our bodies move, until the rhythm intensifies.

My screams of raw pleasure are muffled as I’m split in half.

An orgasm brews in the center of my being. My clit, already tender and sensitive, rubs against Roman’s groin, while his cock drills me alongside James’s.

“Come for me,” Roman commands.

James’s hand comes down, slapping my ass hard. The sting coincides with an unraveling of sorts, the pressure too much to bear. I cry out as I come, my men slick from my juices as they continue to pound into me.

“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” James groans, fingers digging into my hips, holding me tight.

He goes harder, faster, deeper still, until I feel him spilling his seed inside of me. Roman comes next, the heat spreading as my folds glisten, as I’m filled and overflowing. I taste Oliver as he shoots down my throat, and I swallow every delicious drop.

He caresses my face, lovingly admiring me as our gazes lock. I suck him hard, reveling in his sweet flavor.

“This is fucking heaven,” I say when he pulls out, James tenderly wrapping his arms around me.

I’m still basking in the maddening haze as drops of sweat trickle down my chest, seeping into the black, pearly lace.

“And you’re our fucking angel,” James whispers in my ear.

One look at Roman and I know we’re only just getting started.

There’s going to be so much more of this. I want it all until I lose my breath, until I forget who I am. Until all I know is that I am theirs and they are mine, our bodies surrendering to exhaustion.

18

Elise

I’m in love. It should be cause for joy, proof that there is life after Igor.

But it’s a problem. It’s a problem because I’m not sure how long I can stay here. I’m not sure I’m safe. Doubt and fear keep coming back to short-circuit my brain, to toss my thoughts around until I don’t know where I stand. I do my best to enjoy it all, to make the most of every moment. But in the back of my head, I’m always ready to bolt.

“Elise, I can clear out table six if you want,” Cherry offers one late afternoon. “I’m done polishing the cutlery anyway.”

“Thank you,” I say with a weak smile. “I’ll print out the till reports.”

“Do you think Maury will mind if we close up early?” she asks, giving me a sparkling glance. “I have a date tonight.”

“Then you need to get out of here. Go home and put on some makeup, a nice dress, get dolled up.” Cherry nods excitedly. “Forget about table six, honey. You go on and do your thing, I’ll close up.”

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