Page 85 of Eight Second Hearts

I flick my eyes up at him, and he grins at me, those adorable dimples highlighted in the shadows of the flickering light.

“We’ll start easy on you,” Tripp reassures me as he strokes against my tongue. “At first.”

Beau growls against my core, licking up my wetness, making my thighs shake as he tries to swallow me whole.

Tripp’s words imply that shit is going to get crazy, and you know what. . . I’m okay with that. With my knees nestled in the fur rug, the fire burning in the fireplace, these three men hungrily watching me, I’m prepared for anything they throw at me.

I think.

Ram reaches down and grabs me around the waist, lifting me. “Hands and knees,periodista,” he instructs. I do as he says as he places me on the fur rug. He runs his hand along my spine even as Tripp repositions himself behind me. Ram settles at my front. “Two first,” he murmurs. “Beau, you keep up what you’re doin’.”

Beau slides back under me, his hands running along my chest, stroking, driving me mad as his lips follow his trail backdown to my core. His lips seal around my clit and he flattens his tongue there. My core tightens and I gasp.

“Fuck yeah, Indie bird,” Beau groans against me. “I want you to shower me in your pleasure.”

“Allow me to help with that,” Tripp purrs, reaching down to slide his fingers inside me. He curls them, searching, and the second he finds that spot, he quickly strokes inside, hitting it over and over again, dragging a cry from my lips as I squirt around his fingers.

Beau growls and presses in tighter against my clit, desperate for more.

“Fuck yeah,” Tripp grunts, and then pulls his fingers out. I don’t have long to mourn the loss though. His cock is right behind him, pressing inside me while Beau still swirls his tongue around my clit.

“Oh,” I gasp, my fingers curling into the rug. The moment my mouth opens, Ram presses his cock inside, stealing any words I’d been about to say. He strokes inside faster now, matching Tripp’s rhythm, each of them stroking inside me and driving me insane.

I need more. I want more. Fuck, I’m going to explode if they don’t all fill me.

“What do you say,periodista?” Ram purrs as he fucks my throat. “Should we turn up the difficulty?” I look up at him, hoping my eyes give away my answer. When he grins, I know it does. “Good girl. For this round, I wanna hear you scream.”

He pulls from my lips and Beau slips from inside me. Someone shoves down on my upper back, forcing my chest onto the fur rug with my ass in the air. Tripp doesn’t pull out. Instead, he starts to fuck me, hard and fast. I cry out as I gush around him, my first orgasm slamming into me before I’m consciously aware of it. I squirt around his cock, and he groansin pleasure, his hands holding onto my hips gently despite his brutal pounding.

“Again,” Tripp orders. “No breaks, scribbler.”

My thighs tense as he fucks me, as he winds me up again, but before I can finish, he jerks out. I look over my shoulder to see them switching, to see Beau lining himself up with my core.

“My Indie bird,” Beau purrs, just before he spears me on his cock.

There’s no build up. There’s no ease onto him. He comes over me, pressing his chest to my back, as he fucks me hard and fast, one of his knees on the rug, one up so he can fuck me better. His lips trail kisses along my spine as he fucks me, whispering sweet words as he does so, a juxtaposition of how brutal his thighs slap against mine.

“You’re doing so good,” Ram purrs. “Fuiste hecha para nosotros.”

“Yes,” I cry out, despite not knowing what he’s saying. I come apart again, gushing around Beau’s cock as he fucks me, and he groans against my spine.

“Rammie’s turn,” Beau purrs, pulling out of me.

I brace myself as Ram lines up behind me.

“You’re being too quiet,” Ram chastises. “Don’t worry. I’ll fix that.”

He slams inside of me and immediately starts to fuck up into me. I cry out, my fingers searching for purchase in the fur rug to keep from sliding.

“Louder,” he growls.

I’m not conscious of how loud I’m being. Hell, I’m barely in control of my body, let alone my voice. Whatever level I cry out at, it isn’t good enough for Ram. He jerks me up by my hair before grabbing my throat, his bolo tie still hanging between my breasts. His teeth trace the shell of my ear.

“I said louder,periodista,” he snarls.

Holding me in that position, he fucks me, my cries echoing in the room as Tripp and Beau watch, their hands slowly stroking their cocks. I leak around Ram, gushing at the pleasure of it.

“You can do better than that,” Tripp encourages as he watches through half-lidded eyes. “I expect the world to hear what we do to you.”

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