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I feel him huge and stiff between my legs. There are too many layers between us. One by one, they come off as we devour one another. We kiss like ravenous beasts, losing our minds and our clothes.

He throws me onto the sofa, groaning harshly as he dives face first into my pussy. I whimper as his tongue slides between my wet folds, hands fiercely kneading my breasts. I run my fingers over his muscular shoulders, melting against his lips as he licks me out of this world. He suckles on my clit, and I feel his right hand retreating somewhere between us.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan as his fingers penetrate me.

Two, at first.

Then, three.

“You’re mine,” Jagger says, looking up at me as he drinks me whole.

“I’m yours.”

We both hear the front door open, but neither of us moves.

“I see you got started without us,” Knox declares.

I glance back to find him and Diesel walking into the living room. Their jackets hit the floor. Their boots and shirts follow. There’s no time for a slow-burning foreplay. The hunger in their eyes tells me it’s about to get wild fast. And I welcome the madness.

“Come here,” I tell them. “I need you. All three of you… OH!”

Jagger finger-fucks me like a savage, resuming his torment of my swollen, tender clit. I’m slick and primed and ready for more as Diesel and Knox join us. They flank me, offering me their cocks, and I take them.

Firmly wrapping my fingers around each hard base, I guide them to my mouth in turns.

They kiss me. They tease me.

They pinch my nipples until the sting spreads through my core, culminating in a gushing orgasm as Jagger suckles my clit. I come hard, crying out in sheer ecstasy.

“You’re safe with us,” Knox says to me as I ride him first.

Jagger gets behind me and joins him inside. Before long, I lose my mind as Diesel deep-throats me with his monstrous cock, casting every thought out of my head. All I can think about is how many times I can come before I pass out again.

Yet there’s also a tenderness, a soft shadow that falls over us and wraps the four of us in a peculiar kind of warmth as our bodies become intertwined. Jagger pounds into me, harder and faster.

“Come for me, baby,” Knox beckons me as I grind against his groin. He’s buried so deep inside me. “Give me everything, Robyn.”

“You have everything,” I moan harshly.

“Do I have your love?” he asks.

“You all have it,” I reply and desperately reach for Diesel. He gives me his cock again, and I almost swallow him whole, tears trickling down my cheeks as I’m filled to the brim, stretched beyond belief.

“Good,” Jagger whispers and bites into the back of my neck.

My cries are muffled as they take me.

As they claim me.

Over and over, I come. My pussy clenches tightly as they finish inside me. I feel the hot jets spurting, the pulses of their magnificent cocks. I taste Diesel’s seed before I swallow it, welcoming every drop without a care in the world.

14

Robyn

The morning brings a fresh bout of nausea.

There’s not enough ice water and black coffee to stop this heatwave from washing over me. I need a few minutes in the bathroom, letting it all out. Thank heavens they’re still sleeping.

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