Page 62 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

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MIRANDA

I’d experienced sex with each of these men individually, but our one night together never returned to me. Having the chance to make new, sober memories allowed me to open myself to the situation and the idea of having all three of them at the same time. It brought a dizzying rush of desire that swept me along, pushing me toward a height I’d never dreamed possible until I met Duncan, Patrick, and Charlie.

Charlie swapped places with Patrick, who ran his hand over my pussy and trailed his fingers through my slick folds. “You’re dripping, Miranda. Are you ready for us?” He thrust a finger into my pussy and closed his eyes. “Fucking hell. I’m going to enjoy this.” He added a second finger and pumped them deep.

“More.” I couldn’t help myself. I wanted everything, things my mind couldn’t even fathom but my body craved. I lifted my hips and let my legs fall open. Charlie fondled my breast, squeezing it between his hands and flicking out his tongue to lick the pebbled peak. My hands drifted from their shoulders, to their heads, grasping and searching. Duncan shifted his position, the move putting his dick within reach. I pumped my hand over his length, and we both groaned.

Patrick dipped his head and licked my clit. A third finger joined the other two.

“So help me, if one of you doesn’t put a fucking dick in my pussy, I’m going to scream.” My head thrashed as the pleasure from three mouths and hands worked my body.

Patrick chuckled, the sound low and dark, almost a dare that sent shivers up my spine even as he raised his head and locked eyes with me. “Scream. Scream all you want. We’re not putting our dicks anywhere until we’re good and ready.” He removed his fingers.

“Fuck you.” My hips bucked of their own accord, searching for that fullness his absence left behind.

“No, baby girl.” Duncan slid a hand down the center of my body and rubbed his thumb over my clit. “We’re going to fuck you. By the time we’re finished with you, you’ll be calling us gods.”

They all moved at the same time, shifting positions with such silent coordination that it left me speechless.

Patrick flipped me and dragged me to the end of the bed. My feet touched the carpet, my pussy locked on the edge of the bed, and Patrick yanked one last time, exposing my ass to the room. His head slid between my legs, lips clamping down on my clit and sucking hard.

“Fuck his face, sweetheart.” Charlie sat beside my head, his erection on full display. Both he and Duncan had removed their clothes while Patrick moved me into position. His tongue plunged into me. My legs folded, driving my weight onto his eager mouth.

I opened my mouth, a scream building, and had a better idea. I twisted at the waist and slid my mouth over Charlie’s dick.

“Damn it.” He tried to back away, but I grasped his shaft at the base and worked him over with one hand and my mouth, dragging the edge of my teeth over the head and back down again. “Fucking ace up your sleeve, eh, sweetheart.” His big hand grasped the back of my head. “Okay then. Have it your way.” He pumped his cock into my mouth, wedging himself deeper with every thrust.

Patrick’s mouth abandoned my clit. I whimpered around Charlie but continued to bob my head over him.

Duncan slid into the space between me and the bed. “Let’s see how much you can handle.”

I remembered his girth and how he stretched me, filling me until I wanted to die from pleasure, and wriggled my ass in anticipation.

Patrick’s dark laugh echoed from the depths behind me. “That’s it. Shake your ass for me.” He smacked my asscheeks, causing them to jiggle.

I gasped at the light sting of pain. Charlie took advantage of the opening and brought my mouth all the way down over his cock. I locked onto the base and growled, allowing the vibrations in my throat to ripple over him.

Duncan seated the head of his cock at my entrance. “Ready?”

I growled again.

“Fuck her, Duncan.” Charlie hissed between each pump of my mouth. His cock swelled, the mass of it threatening to pop my jaw.

I relished the pressure, the fullness that meant I almost had him coming in my mouth.

Duncan grabbed my hips and filled me in a single thrust. My vision blackened at the edges, the mix of intense pleasure with tiny shoots of pain spiking my desire and taking me right to the peak of orgasm. He held me in a firm grip, not letting me move as he pounded his cock in and out, dragging himself clear, only to thrust so deep his balls were crushed in my folds. The waves intensified.

“Now, Patrick.” Duncan bared his teeth. “She’s about to come. Her fucking pussy is locked around me like a damned vise.”

Patrick smoothed a hand over my ass. “Have you ever had anyone in your ass, Miranda?”

I had no way to answer with Charlie in my throat. I shook my head, still refusing to leave his delicious cock. I retreated to head and lapped my tongue along the seam, soaking up the way he fisted his hands in my hair. “You’re the first.”

“Good. I’ll go as slow as I can.” He rubbed lube on his cock, then over my hole. When he widened his legs and lined himself up, I braced.

“Don’t tense up.” Charlie gathered my hair up in a knot on top of my head. “Relax. Patrick won’t let you get hurt.”

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