Page 54 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

Asher’s fingers slid deeper into my mouth, and I sucked harder, eyes locking with his, lost in the raw, feral heat there.

“You look so fucking good like this,” Asher growled, voice rough with hunger. “Taking Beckett’s cock, sucking my fingers. Fuck.”

His eyes burned into mine, dark and heavy-lidded with lust, and the way he was looking at me—like I was everything, like I was theirs—sent a fresh wave of heat through my already wrecked body.

But I wanted more. I wantedhim.

I turned, breathless and wild, and reached for him, my hand sliding down his hard, tense stomach, finding his cock… thick, hot, already leaking.

His breath hitched, his muscles tightening under my touch as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slow and firm, loving the feel of him, the power of making him shudder for me.

“Fuck, Riley,” he groaned, his voice breaking, hand tangling in my hair as I leaned in, licking a teasing stripe up the length of him before taking him into my mouth.

He hissed out a curse, hips jerking as I sucked him deep, savoring the salty, addictive flavor of him, the way he filled my mouth.

His hand tightened in my hair, guiding me, his breath ragged and filthy as I worked him over. Slow at first, then faster, my tongue swirling around the head before sinking down again.

“Damn,” Asher growled, his voice wrecked and trembling. “That feels so good, baby. Just like that. Fuck,just like that.”

Garrett was beside me too, his hand stroking over my stomach, my breasts, everywhere, tracing patterns over my skin that made me shiver and arch and moan around Asher’s cock.His lips were at my ear, whispering dirty, beautiful things that set me on fire, words like “gorgeous,” “perfect,” “ours.”

And through it all, Beckett kept moving inside me, his pace picking up, his rhythm brutal and perfect, every deep, hard thrust making my breath catch, my moans vibrating around Asher’s cock.

I was stretched so full, the pleasure sharp and endless, my whole body hypersensitive and desperate for release.

“Harder,” I gasped, pulling back long enough to speak, my voice shaking. “Please, Beckett. Harder.”

He growled, gripping my hips tighter, his thrusts slamming into me now, deep, punishing, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I was crying out, my nails digging into Asher’s thighs as I bobbed my head, taking him deep, loving the way he cursed and trembled for me.

“Fuck, that’s it,” Asher rasped, ragged and strained, his hand cupping my face, dragging me up to kiss me, hot, filthy, desperate, before guiding me back down. His hips flexed shallowly as I sucked him hard, his cock throbbing against my tongue.

Beckett’s hips snapped faster, harder, his breath coming in rough pants, and Garrett’s hand slid down, circling my clit with perfect, relentless pressure, sending sparks flying behind my eyes.

That was all it took.

I shattered louder, harder, more intense than before, my whole body convulsing around Beckett’s cock, a scream ripping from my throat even with Asher filling my mouth.

The orgasm was blinding and brutal, wave after wave crashing over me, unstoppable. I sobbed, shaking, every nerve ending on fire as Beckett cursed, his rhythm faltering, his body tensing.

He thrust deep one last time, groaning against my neck as he found his release, his whole body shuddering against mine.

I barely had time to catch my breath before Garrett’s hand cupped my jaw, turning my head toward him. His eyes burned into mine, dark, wild, full of need. The look of him made my pulse kick up all over again.

“My turn, pretty girl,” he rasped, thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. “You ready?”

God, was I ever.

“Yes,” I whispered, and it sounded desperate. “Please.”

His mouth crashed down on mine, hot and demanding, and I kissed him back just as hard, tasting the hunger, the need, the sheer possessiveness in every sweep of his tongue.

Beckett and Asher didn’t waste a second.

Asher’s hands slid down my sides, spreading my thighs wide again, while Beckett moved to kiss and suck at my breasts, his tongue circling my sensitive nipples until I was moaning helplessly into Garrett’s mouth.

“Fuck, you’re still so wet,” Asher groaned, fingers sliding through my slick folds, circling my clit before plunging two deep inside me, making me gasp and arch off the bed. “So fucking ready for us.”

“Let’s make you come again,” Beckett growled, biting gently at my nipple, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core. “I wanna feel you shake.”

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