Page 86 of Eight Second Hearts

Beau tilts his head. “I think she needs more cock.”

Ram pauses, his lips on my neck. “Is that right,periodista?” he breaths. “Do you need more cock?”

I nod frantically, uncaring what that more is. “Please.”

He nods to Beau who immediately steps in front of me. My eyes widen as Beau grins and presses against my front, his cock pressing against my entrance where Ram currently rests.

“Deep breath,” Ram purrs in my ear. “We’ve got you.”

Beau presses inside, his cock rubbing against Ram’s as he stretches me out more. The pressure steals my breath as he fills me further. I’m wet enough that it’s a gentle transition, but I think I stop breathing at the feeling of both of them inside me. When they start to move, I think I lose consciousness.

Nope. Just coherence.

My cries do get louder. I know because Ram tells me how good I’m doing as they take turns stroking inside me. The thought of their cocks touching each other does me in. I squirt around them, making a mess of the rug, my body wound so tight, when I shatter, I don’t even know what day it is. If anyone asked me my name right then, I’d have had to guess.

“Would you like to be filled some more?” Ram purrs in my ear. I nod my head vigorously. “Beau?”

Beau leans back onto the rug, taking me with him. Ram slips out of me, and I start fucking Beau, bouncing up and down on him while I have the chance. He moans beneath me, his hands on my thighs as ride him.

“Look how eager you are for us,” Ram purrs. “Tell us who you belong to.”

“You,” I pant, as I fuck Beau.

“Say our names,” Ram orders. “Say who you belong to, who this pussy belongs to.”

“Ram,” I grunt. “Tripp. Beau.” Someone shoves me down onto Beau, forcing me into a better angle. “The Crimson Three.”

“That’s right,” Ram praises. “That’s right,periodista.” His fingers trace against my ass. “I think this is a good place for a roman numeral three.”

Someone presses inside with Beau again, stretching me, taking me. I moan in pleasure for about three seconds, before I feel everyone shift and another pressure is at my back entrance.

“Deep breaths, Indie bird,” Beau purrs beneath me. “Let us fill you up.”

“You’re so tight,” Ram groans, and I know it’s him pressing into my ass. “So perfect.”

I groan at the feeling of it, of being stretched so fully, I can barely breathe. He pops past the tight ring of muscles, and then he slowly eases further inside me with short sharp thrusts. Tripp and Beau hold still while I adjust, their cock resting inside me. When the small bite of pain turns to pleasure, once Ram is more fully inside me, then they all begin to move.

And the world ends.

At least, it feels that way. I shatter almost immediately, gushing around their cocks as I scream my pleasure. All three men hiss at the feeling of it, as I cry out, scratching at Beau beneath me.

“Eyes on me,” Beau grunts when my eyes slide closed from pleasure. When I still don’t listen, his hand snaps out and he grabs the bolo tie, tightening it. “Eyes on me, Indie bird.”

I pop my eyes open as they ride me, as they all fill me until I’m stretched into constant pleasure. I leak with every thrust, my body convulsing in one long orgasm that never seems to end.

“We’re going to paint you with our cum,” Tripp groans. “You’re going to wear us on your skin.”

The three of them pick up their paces, fucking me brutally, my fingers digging into Beau’s tattoos as I hold on for dear life. Every part of me falls apart and is remade in this moment. I don’t know up from down, who from what. All I know is that my body is on fire, like I’m holding onto a live wire and can’t let go. I collapse at some point and Beau wraps his arms around me, his lips whispering sweet words I can’t focus on.

Someone pulls out, and then another, and then I’m moving through the air as Tripp positions me on my back on the rug, close to the fire. My skin is slick with sweat as he comes over top of me, stroking his cock inside my pussy with quick brutal thrusts before he jerks out, and he starts to release across my stomach with a groan. He immediately moves away and Ram takes over, stroking inside and pulling out. He releases a little, adding to the amount on my skin, before he presses back inside, and does it again. He finishes across my stomach three times, his final release dragging a ragged groan from his lips as he paints my skin.

“My turn, Indie bird,” Beau groans as he takes over, fucking me. “And I expect you to finish with me.”

He jerks my legs up, pistoning inside me with desperate thrusts that have me crying out as I squirt around him.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “Am I doing good for you, little outsider? Is this what you want?” I nod my head as much as I’m able to as I claw at his shoulders. “Good,” he groans. “I’m yours. All yours. Now, come for me.”

My body shakes as I cry out, convulsing as he fucks me. Only once he’s certain I’m coming does he jerk out and add his ownrelease to my stomach. He settles my legs, his eyes alight with fire.

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