Page 110 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

Beckett broke the kiss, gripping my jaw. “You ready to be wrecked, baby?”

Asher pressed one last kiss to my clit before rising, his eyes dark and wild. “She’s ready.”

Garrett’s cock pressed against my lips again, his other hand curling into my hair.

“Wider,” he ordered, rough and low.

I obeyed, taking him deep, my tongue swirling over him as he groaned.

Behind me, Asher’s fingers dragged through my slickness, teasing me with maddening slowness.

“So pretty like this,” he breathed, pushing two fingers inside me, stretching me, making me gasp.

Garrett’s hand tightened in my hair. “Just like that, Riley. Don’t stop.”

I didn’t. I took him deeper, my throat relaxing as he began to thrust, slow and controlled, his groans rough and raw.

Asher’s fingers worked me expertly, his thumb circling my clit with precision that had my thighs shaking.

Beckett’s breath was ragged. “Shit, I need to be inside you.”

Garrett pulled out, tilting my chin up, his gaze searing. “Lie back.”

I obeyed on shaky legs, sinking into the floor, my back arching as Asher settled between my thighs, spreading me wide.

The first lick of his tongue made me cry out, my hips jerking.

He gripped my thighs tighter, holding me down as he devoured me relentlessly.

Garrett knelt beside me, his fingers teasing up my stomach, between my breasts, gripping my jaw.

“You love this, don’t you?” he rasped. “Letting us ruin you.”

“Yes,” I gasped.

Beckett joined us, kneeling close, still stroking himself, eyes dark and feral. “Show me.”

I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking hard, making his jaw tighten.

Garrett kissed me, stealing my breath as Asher dragged me closer to the edge, licking and sucking until I was shaking.

Beckett’s voice was a growl against my ear, ragged and demanding. “Come for us, Riley. Let it all go. Right now.”

And then Asher’s tongue flicked hard, pressing right where I was already shattering. The pleasure hit me in a lightning strike, sharp, all-consuming, my whole body bowing off the couch as I cried out.

It wasn’t just a climax. It was a tidal wave, ripping through me with no mercy, leaving me breathless and shaking, my thighs trembling uncontrollably as Asher kept going, pushing me higher, deeper, until I couldn’t tell where the pleasure ended or began.

My vision went white hot, my fingers clutching at anything—Beckett’s shoulders, Asher’s hair. My breath came in ragged sobs as it kept hitting, again and again, almost too much.

I barely had time to catch a single ragged breath before Beckett was there, between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips tight, grounding me even as he pushed me higher again.

He thrust deep, a rough, desperate sound tearing from his throat, and I cried out, my body still shaking, still too sensitive, but already spiraling again.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Beckett groaned, driving deep, his voice wrecked. “So perfect. Give me everything, Riley. Don’t hold back.”

And I didn’t. Couldn’t. My head fell back, mouth open on a broken sob of pleasure as the next wave built fast, higher, harder.

Then I was gone again, nothing but raw sensation, every nerve lit up and burning as Beckett’s thrusts tipped me straight into oblivion.

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