Page 9 of Secret Baby for the Triplets

“Fuck yes,” I answer without hesitation, wanting to hear my real name on his lips. But it doesn’t matter. I’m not going to tell them my real name now.

Owen’s fingers trail over my lips, falling over my throat and nipples before landing along the aching center where Toby spreads me open.

For half a second, we stand together, pressed in a frozen moment, as I’m naked and sandwiched among them. I feel like they’re deciding what to do with me, and it’s driving me crazy.

“Take me,” I beg them.

Owen smiles wickedly.

Toby’s tongue sweeps over my clit, and I mewl, the first stroke landing right where I need it.

I buck harder against Brock.

He chuckles. “I think she likes it, Toby.”

Toby mumbles something into my pussy, and the reverberations send shockwaves through me. His hands cling to my ass cheeks, face fully delved inside me as Owen massages my chest and Brock slides kisses along my neck.

I’m still reeling from the size of his dick, imagining it inside me.

Owen reluctantly drops his hands to unbuckle his pants, and I place my fingers in Toby’s unruly dark hair.

“Get her nice and ready for us, bro,” Brock says, easing me into Owen’s waiting arms, bare skin meeting bare skin.

Owen’s mouth crashes to mine as Toby’s licks grow more intense. I moan, the sound swallowed by Owen’s mouth as his tongue tangles with mine. Without warning, he lifts me effortlessly and carries me to the bed—where Brock’s already waiting, hard and ready for me.

I gasp, caught completely off guard. I hadn’t even noticed he’d gotten undressed, but one look at him has every nerve ending in my body lighting up.

“Fuck,” I whisper.

Owen lowers me onto Brock with care, and I brace myself as I straddle the thick head of his cock. I sink down slowly, inch by inch, my breath catching as his brothers climb onto the bed around us.

Owen’s fingers slide into my hair, tilting my head toward his length just as Brock thrusts up from beneath, pushing deeper inside me with a groan that echoes through my chest.

“You good, darlin’?” he growls as I stiffen.

He slides back out of me, before once again thrusting upward, filling me hard and deep.

My breath catches as I wrap my lips around Owen, taking his hardness into my mouth. He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair.

“Take it easy,” Toby warns, and Brock obliges, pacing himself beneath me.

Toby strokes himself with one hand while the other massages my neck and shoulders. I reach up, fingers wrapping around the base of Owen’s cock, holding him steady as I breathe him in.

“Such a beautiful mouth, too,” Owen sighs. “Everything about you is beautiful, darlin’.”

I reach out to take Toby’s hard shaft in my hand, bouncing harder against Brock now as our movements grow slicker. My initial apprehension has passed, and all I can think about is feeling each of them inside me.

My eyes turn upward to lock with Owen, and he grimaces lightly, his jaw twitching.

“Easy there,” he mutters. “I haven’t even started with you.”

I clutch Owen’s hip to steady myself, taking him deeper as I stroke Toby harder, drinking in every moan and low, guttural sound they make in response.

Brock’s shaft becomes a steel rod, and he warns me seconds before his climax, his heat filling me as Owen yanks my head away from him, his eyes blazing with intensity.

His mouth crushes on mine before he pulls me forward.

“Turn around,” Owen orders me, swinging my ass toward him.

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