Page 27 of Inappropriately Matched

“Look at me,” Ryder says in his deep, husky voice. “Now clean this mess you made on my face with your tongue, sweet girl,” he adds, giving me the sexiest smile ever. My pussy clenches around him in response.

Steele rubs the head of his shaft up and down my bottom hole.

“Now, Clementine,” Ryder demands.

I whimper as I lower my face to Ryder’s gorgeous one, which glistens with the evidence of my orgasms. I’m all blushed out by now, but my cheeks still burn in mortification. I stick out my tongue and lap at his face, tasting myself.

Steele slips the immense broad head of his cock into my asshole, breaking through the flesh and fabric of my resistance.

Oh boy. Oh. Boy.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart,” Ryder warns, but Steele thrusts a little further inside me, beyond what I can take, I’m sure, and my forehead drops onto Ryder’s, my mouth on his lips as I suckle to get to my juices. I concentrate on only one thing: don’t bite Ryder’s lips. Don’t bite Ryder’s lips. Don’t...

Steele presses his cock deeper into me, leaving a blaze of fire in his wake. My teeth sink into Ryder’s lip. Hard. He doesn’t even flinch. I release him in horror, and at that same moment Steele enters me further.

I can’t take it. The heaviness of it all, the unbearable yet strangely alluring fullness. But I can't stop. I won't.

Steele withdraws from me, and then it’s Holt I feel behind me.

His lubed cock taps at the entrance of my bottom hole, as if I’ll open willingly for him.

Ryder reaches up and takes my nipple into his mouth. He pulls on me, igniting wave after wave of deviant pleasure. As soon as my eyes close, Holt spears my asshole. I cry out. My body strangles Ryder’s cock.

The minute I take a breath, Holt pushes in again and then withdraws, only to hand me over to Steele. They do this repeatedly, adding copious amounts of lube, acclimatizing me to their presence in my most forbidden hole, and all the while, Ryder’s cock inside my pussy acts as my anchor. I’m taken to the cusp of a climax and held there frustratingly.

Until they change the game, and suddenly I feel both Holt’s and Steele’s shafts at my back entrance.

I freeze up. In my frantic attempts, I unsheathe Ryder’s cock from my body. He wraps my hair around his wrist, pulling me down to him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. You're ours. You belong to us. Now open up and let us in.”

My head lolls forward as Holt, Ryder, and Steele take charge. Holding me with incomparable possession, they slowly fill my ass and my pussy between their three cocks.

I nearly bite my tongue off, but Ryder pulls on my hair and brings my lips to his.

Holt and Steele gain further access into me. Ryder slips deeper into my pussy. They’ve turned me into a madwoman.

Eventually nothing matters but the brilliant, stark burn, the colossal stretching of my body to take them in. Nothing matters. But them.

“I love you, Holt. I love you, Steele. I love you, Ryder. I love you. I love you.” The words become a chant, and I relax my entire body to receive them. I help and press down onto their cocks until a roar leaves their bodies, and they all collide inside me.

The moment is monumental, out of this world. Even the tormenting burn serves as a reminder of who they are.

Mine. Like I’m theirs.

Their hands dig into my skin as they empty their entire souls into me. Mouths kiss my lips, my shoulders, in reverence.

The echo of their words stays with me. They love me, my poor billionaires.

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