Page 78 of Three Grumpy Groomsmen

For a split second, Liam gives me a look I can’t decipher. “Is this what you want?” he asks, voice rough with desire.

“Yes. So much.” I wiggle on the bed, wanting more. Wantingallof them.

Harrison holds me down. “Stay still for William so he can fuck you nice and tight.”

Liam’s eyes darken, and he spares a glance at Harrison. I can feel the sizzle between them but they make no move to touch each other. It only adds to the beautiful sexual tension in the room.

Then Liam is inside me with one powerful push and I’m deliciously full, his piercing teasing my inner walls. “Yes.”

“Jesus, Ivy,” Liam breathes, resting deep inside my aching heat. “Your pussy is so fucking wet.” He turns to Ford. “Thank you for that.”

Ford smirks. “You’re welcome. Any fucking time.”

The interaction makes my nipples tighten and my inner muscles involuntarily clamp tighter around Liam’s cock.

“Do something,” I tell him. “Please.”

“Yeah, do something,” Harrison echoes. He reaches around between me and Liam and squeezes the base of Liam’s cock.

Liam emits a pleasure-filled groan.

Then Harrison swirls his thumb over my clit.

“Oh, my God!”

Harrison is touching both of us at the same time as Liam starts to stroke in and out of me. It feels incredible. My sensesare on overload but I still want more. I turn and reach for Ford, who’s watching with a hooded gaze.

“I want you too.” I want to say more, but I’m not sure what exactly. I just want to be connected to all three of them.

Ford stays back a little, but he entwines my fingers with his and lifts our hands to his mouth. He sucks on my fingers, slowly, dragging his tongue down the length of each one with agonizing slowness. My eyes flutter shut, so I can just enjoy the intensity building in my body.

The room is filled with my soft moans, the hard slap of Liam against me, and the murmurs of encouragement from each of them.

It’s intoxicating to hear their voices mingling in awe and arousal.

“Your fucking tight pussy, Ivy, Jesus,” Liam grinds out.

“That’s it, pretty girl,” Ford encourages.

“This little clit is so tight and ready to let go,” Harrison says, his voice gravelly and raw. “God, I can’t wait to see you come all over me and Liam.”

The rhythm of Ford’s fingers in my mouth is off from the quick, deep thrusts of Liam inside my aching pussy, which is also off the pace of Harrison strumming one of my nipples and my clit.

The chaotic assault is overwhelming in the best way possible.

It reminds me that they’re everywhere, surrounding me, fucking me, pleasuring me.

Tight need grows and swells until I’m writhing and crying out, arms held down by Harrison, Liam squeezing my thighs. It’s sensation overload and I break.

When I shatter, I bite down on Ford’s fingers.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he tells me. “Bite me harder.”

It’s the only thing holding me down on earth.

Well, that and Harrison gripping me and Liam fucking me.

I can’t believe I get to do this, feel this.

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