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Woodrow groaned. “I might. Jesus. Hurry the fuck up. I’m not far from embarrassing myself.”

He pulled out long enough for me to gather Nellie’s juices to coat my length. Then we all held our breath as I notched my cock at her ass and slowly pushed inside. She let out a pained whimper which made me freeze but then she looked over her shoulder with a wild glint to her eyes.

“Do it, Henry. Fuck me.”

I gripped her waist tighter and forced the rest of my cock deep in her ass. She cried out and I doubled over, pressing my forehead to her spine as I fought back my own orgasm. It was right there, on the edge of my consciousness, dragging me into what promised to be the best release of my life.

“Okay?” Seth’s harsh words prompted a broken response from Nellie.

“Never better.”

He grunted. “Good. Then open your mouth and take my cock, little girl.”

Woodrow began to move first and I could feel him through the thin wall separating our dicks. It was a strange sensation but it didn’t take me long to decide I liked it, liked the way his movements made Nellie’s body squeeze me tighter. I tested it, pulling out and thrusting deep again, and listened to him groan of pleasure.

“Jesus. That’s insane.” He met my gaze over her shoulder and shook his head. “Do that again. Her pussy just milked me so tight when you moved.”

I nodded. “Same.”

We fell into a rhythm after that, each of us chasing our own pleasure through her body. If we got too rough, too fast, Nellie showed no signs of wanting us to stop. She had her mouth stretched wide around Seth’s cock and was moaning and rocking her hips between us like such a needy little thing.

I gripped her cheeks and pulled them apart so I could watch my dick fucking into her ass hard and fast. I let go and spanked her, loving the way the sound echoed in the room and mixed with her muffled squeal of pleasure. I did it again and fucked her harder. I was close to coming.

“How has no one before us smelled the horny little slut on you and taken you for themselves? Look at you, Nellie. Spread out between us, stretched so tight that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You’re taking three cocks like you were made for this. Were you, sweet Nellie? Were you made for letting us fuck you like this?” Seth gripped her head tight as he fucked her throat. “Are you going to be a good girl and let us fill you with our come? Are you going to swallow my come down your tight little throat and smile when you’re finished?”

It was like a bomb went off. Nellie’s body tightened around us even more than before and I lost my weak grasp on my control. I fucked her harder for another two, three strokes and then I came hard, filling her ass with more come than I could ever rememberreleasing. Woodrow came then, too, and I could feel him jerking inside her.

Nellie’s body was a tight band between us, her muscles locked as Seth came down her throat. All it took was one muttered ‘good girl’ and an orgasm stronger than the rest wrecked her. Her screams were muffled but just barely. She bucked between us, scratching and slapping whatever she could get her hands on before she went completely limp and slumped down on Woodrow’s chest.

The only sounds in the room were our rough breaths. She whimpered when I pulled out of her ass but it turned into a tired sigh when I dipped my head and pressed a kiss to the newly reddened puckered skin. I flopped down on the bed next to Woodrow and absently reached up to grasp her hand.

Seth settled on her other side and I saw his hand stroking up and down her spine, comforting her. “Okay?”

That one word, spoke so softly, told me all I needed to know about Seth and his silent feelings. I’d never heard him sound so tender, even when talking with the kids and other women around town. He liked Nellie.

Nellie didn’t lift her head from Woodrow’s chest. “Think I’m dead.”

Seth’s breath caught. “Too rough?”

“Shhh.” She reached her other hand out to pat his chest. “Heaven is a lot more muscled and dirty than I expected but I like it.”

He let out a bark of laughter, full of relief. “You’re a good girl, Nellie.”

She made a happy noise and a few seconds later, her light snores broke the silence.

“Damn.” Woodrow muttered. “I… Well. This feels a lot like happy.”

CHAPTER 24

Nellie

I sat on the edge of my bed the next morning, too chicken to leave my room. I’d snuck out of Seth’s room in the middle of the night and I was too scared to run into any of them. I didn’t know what to say the morning after having wild and rough sex with three men who called me names and then assured me I was a good girl. I’d never been called that. Not once. My parents had never thought that about me and I’d hardly been a girl when I arrived at Virginia’s doorstep.

I liked it. I liked the dirty things they called me and I really liked the way Seth called me good afterwards. My body ached like I’d been run over by a semi-truck but even thinking about them made me wet again. I ached, and I ached for them.

I needed to leave and go to work but I was sure Steve would understand if I told him I was late because I was scared of running into the men I’d taken to bed.Not. He was more of a father than my own father had ever been and almost as much as Blade had been. Blade wouldn’t have liked that excuse for my tardiness and I was sure Steve wouldn’t either. He’d go all protective and want to talk to the guys or something. Like I was a little girl.

Another name Seth called me while doing filthy things to me. A scorch of heat touched my face and I hurried into the bathroom to glare at my reflection. “Get a grip, Nellie.”

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