Page 82 of Single Mom's Secret Diary
“Mmm,” he hums in my ear. “The things I plan to do to you.”
Gathering up the hem of my shirt, he exposes my bare legs to the cold wafting out of the fridge, and his hands smooth along my stomach, up and up and up until he’s cupping one of my breasts. Ezra kneads it until he’s got my nipple in a hard peak, and only then does he tug on it, brushing his fingers back and forth until I’m moaning and dropping my hips back against his.
He half groans, half growls. “God, I want to fuck you right here, with the fridge open and spilling chill bumps down your skin.”
Dragging my shirt higher, he pulls it over my head and bends me forward a little more so that I have to brace against the lower freezer door. The cold air laps at me, giving me a full-body shiver. Then, he yanks my panties down, and his cock is pressing against my core.
I’m already wet. It doesn’t take much with him—with any of them—especially when we’re so prone to sneaking in a quickie. Kids.
It takes two thrusts for him to fill me up, and I’m moaning low, arching back to meet him.
Hands squeezing my hips, he’s taking his time, dragging himself out of me slowly before pumping back in with a bit of force. At the very end of each thrust, he hits a spot that makes my knees more and more wobbly.
My breasts sway each time his hips meet mine, nipples taut and begging to be touched. And now that he’s found his pace, one of his big hands reaches around to cup me, fondle me. The contrast of his warm palm and my cold skin makes me more sensitive.
The noise he pulls out of me sounds like a wounded animal, but I’m so ready to succumb to his attention, let him do whatever he pleases with me.
Then I hear footsteps.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Ryder appears in my peripheral, and I turn to take him in. His bronze coloring has grown darker from the summer sun, his chest exposed and glistening and his cock straining against his shorts.
He meets my gaze and cups a hand around himself.
Ezra’s thrusts grow faster, harder, and I can barely hold myself upright. Not that I need to. Ezra has an arm locked around my center, hand gripping one breast, keeping me right where he wants me.
Ryder bites his lip as he pulls himself out, stroking his hard length leisurely.
God, knowing that we have most of the day free makes me want to fight the orgasm slowly creeping up on me. Usually, we’re rushing, not that it ever takes them long to make me come, but I want this to last as long as it possibly can.
Still, the pleasure creeps higher, constricting around me until I’m tightening around Ezra. His mouth is at my ear again, the low noises of his own pleasure making me clamp down harder.
“Fuck, you feel good, Avery. Better every time I have you.” His teeth nip my ear, then my throat, and his fingers tweak a nipple. That’s all it takes for me to tumble into an orgasm.
Not that it stops Ezra. It never does. He’s pounding into me as reality wavers around me, but as I come back, he slows, sliding me free of the fridge and closing the door as I try to catch my breath.
I’m weightless as he turns us, his cock slipping free and leaving me empty as he props me on the kitchen island. Spreading my knees wide, he lifts them to the edge and flattens me out before he thrusts back into me.
God, this angle makes him feel so much bigger, and he’s hitting new spots that have me writhing and moaning.
Ryder appears at the other edge, cock bobbing inches from my mouth. Peering up at him, I open for him, tongue already out and finding his head before he presses his cock inside.
I love the way he swears under his breath as I suck hard. His hand tangles in my hair, gathering it into his fist as he pushes to the back of my throat. Ryder finds a gentle but demanding rhythm that keeps me grounded as Ezra works to build me back up.
When I have more than one cock to play with, I get a little distracted, which serves them fine. It means I can play longer.
That’s when I hear Wyatt. He’s standing at Ryder’s shoulder, watching him fuck my mouth with a dreamy expression. Wyatt’s learning to like having me do things to him, but he still prefers to hold off, to make me come and come and come until I’m a blob of loose muscle, and then he takes his own pleasure.
His expression is a bit more calculating now, as if planning out just how to wring every ounce of pleasure out of me that he can before the three of them are done with me.
I peer up at Ryder. His jaw is clenched as he works himself with my throat. Nostrils flaring, I know he wants to come, so I moan around him, letting the vibrations fuel him. It does the trick. Ryder picks up his pace, pulls back to take shallow thrusts, and the pulsing of his cock warns me before he spills himself across the back of my tongue.
I swallow every bit of it down, sucking and lapping at him until he pulls away. He’ll be ready for me again in no time. That’s one thing I can always count on with these three.
Ezra is grinding against my ass, reminding me that I’ve got another cock to milk. But he pulls out, too, and Wyatt is the one gathering me up, flipping me over, and spreading me open again.
His fingers delve inside me, and you would think after being split open by a cock that fingers wouldn’t provide the samepressure, but Wyatt twists and taps and finds that spot that threatens to detonate me almost immediately.
I’m gasping, shoulders lifting off the cold marble to watch his digits plunder me. Knees pulling back, hips lifting into his touch, I’m barely holding on. My toes curl with the impending orgasm.
