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The robe is ripped off my body. Their collective growls at the sight of my nakedness create a fierce blush all over my skin. I can’t put into words how I feel, so I act them out.

Without any instruction, I tear myself out of their embrace and lower myself to my knees before them.

“Ah, fuck,” Ren rasps.

My gaze fixes on Tristan. I lower his track bottoms to reveal his fully erect, rock-hard shaft. A shiver flies through me at the thought that I took his cock into my body, enormous as he is. Unconsciously, I lick my lips before planting rows and rows of kisses up and down his length. I inhale his fresh scent and feel more feminine than I thought possible.

They’re surrounding me now, so all I have to do is turn my head, and I’m gazing up into Ren’s face. My fingers slip into the waistband of his track bottoms. I slowly reveal his cock, and then my lips are all over him.

He’s hot and thick, and when I grip him with my hand, the walls of my pussy flutter. When I squeeze, my pussy clenches tight, as if he were inside me already.

By the time I turn to Kaiser and drown in his hypnotic eyes, my lips crave his cock with new urgency. I sigh in genuine relief as I unearth his shaft from his track bottoms.

I litter his length with reverent kisses, becoming addicted to his thickness in my hands.

I start again with Tristan, who now removed his track bottoms and is magnificently naked. I look up at him, and I see a god. Ren and Kaiser also removed their pants, and now I’m kneeling before three gods.

I’m drowning in pure male beauty, and in answer, fresh wetness coats my folds and drips onto my thighs. They cup my face, run their knuckles down my cheek, brush their fingertips over my lips, and encapsulate me in the sheer virility that just pours off them.

“Suck our cocks, beautiful. See how far down your throat you can take us.”

Chapter Nineteen

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Madisyn

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Butterflies erupt inmy lower stomach. I clench my thighs together, trying to assuage the ache in my pussy.

“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Tristan says. His hand in my hair tightens, drawing me toward his glorious shaft.

I open my mouth and enclose my lips around Tristan’s cock. His taste, the pre-cum from the glossy head of his shaft, teases my tongue. I suck harder, squeezing the enormous width of him with both my hands, desperate for more of his essence. I pump harder and purr as a fresh sliver of pre-cum falls onto my tongue.

Tristan growls. He throws his head back and pushes his cock deeper down my throat. I gag; tears drip from my eyes. I’m a soaking-hot wet mess. But just when Tristan touches my throat, he pulls me off him. Ribbons of my saliva fall from my mouth.

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