Page 53 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies

Garrett’s fingers curled inside me, finding that spot that made me see stars, stroking in perfect counterpoint to Asher’s mouth, and it was too good, too intense.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think.

“Fuck,” I gasped against Beckett’s lips, my whole body coiling tighter as everything rushed to the surface, raw and wild.

Garrett’s mouth was at my ear, his voice a rasp that went straight to my core. “Look at me, baby. Let me see you fall apart. We’ve got you. You’re safe. Let go.”

His eyes, dark and molten and locked on mine, held me captive, and I shattered.

The orgasm hit like nothing I’d ever felt before, ripping through me with violent force, a blinding rush of sensation that stole my breath and every thought in my head.

I cried out, my body convulsing, hips jerking, muscles clenching down hard around Garrett’s fingers as Asher kept licking, relentless, pushing me higher, higher, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me until I thought I might break.

Beckett held me through it, kissing me, whispering against my lips, his hands stroking my hair, my face even as I came apart, wave after punishing wave tearing through me, unstoppable, overwhelming.

I was shaking, sobbing with the force of it, my thighs trembling, my breath ragged as my vision blurred and the world spun.

Garrett’s fingers didn’t stop until my body jerked away, too sensitive, wrung out, completely wrecked.

Asher pulled back, his lips shiny, his grin wicked and satisfied. His eyes sparkled as he pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh, soothing now.

I was still floating, catching my breath, when Beckett’s hand slid down my body, making me shiver with anticipation.

His eyes met mine, full of something wild and possessive, and my pulse kicked up again, a new rush of need sparking to life even though I’d just come apart completely.

“Think you’ve got more in you, baby?” he asked, his voice dark with promise.

My answer was a breathless nod, my thighs falling open without hesitation. I needed him.

All of them.

More. Always more.

Asher grinned, eyes gleaming with heat, and leaned down, kissing me hard.

I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, licking into him, desperate for it, for all of him.

I could taste myself on his lips, and the primal rush of it went straight to my core, making me arch up against Beckett as he settled between my thighs.

“Damn, you’re so fucking wet,” Beckett groaned, dragging the head of his cock through my folds, teasing, tormenting, spreading my slick everywhere. “You feel that? That’s us, baby. All of us.”

A helpless whimper escaped me, my hips tilting up in a silent plea, needing him to fill me, to take me apart all over again.

Asher pulled back enough to smirk down at me, his fingers stroking my cheek.

“You ready for more? You ready to open up?” he murmured, voice full of heat and command.

I did, lips parting obediently, and Asher pressed two fingers into my mouth, wet with me, and I sucked him in deep, hollowing my cheeks, tasting everything: myself, him, the salt of his skin.

My eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed as I drowned in sensation.

And then Beckett pushed in slowly, stretching me wide, filling me so deep I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, could only feel.

My moan was swallowed by Asher’s fingers as Beckett bottomed out with a low, guttural curse, his cock pulsing inside me, so big, so perfect, hitting every spot that made me shiver and clench around him.

“Fuck, Riley,” Beckett ground out, holding still for a beat, his hands gripping my hips tight. “You feel incredible.”

He started to move, slow at first, deep thrusts that had me gasping, my body arching into him, every inch of me strung tight with need.

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