Page 107 of House Rules
“Can you take more, angel?” he asks.
The sweetest plea I’ll ever hear escapes her lips. “Please… am I allowed to come again?”
“Yeah, firebird—come as many times as you want,” Maverick growls into her neck.
Atticus takes his time removing his clothes, folding them neatly over a chair before hopping up on the table, his cock at the perfect height.
I can’t believe what I’m seeing, how seamlessly they fit together—Phoenix leaning forward to take Atticus into her mouth while Storm lines up with her cunt and pushes in.
I know firsthand how tight she is, but with Maverick’s ridiculously thick cock in her ass? It’s got to be euphoric.
Storm’s face twists with agonizing pleasure, his jaw tight. I know that look—it’s the fight to hold on, to keep from coming too fast.
Phoenix should be wrecked, barely more than a ragdoll, but instead, she comes alive.
One hand grips Storm’s shoulder as she works herself between him and Maverick. The other hand wraps around the base of Atticus’s cock, stroking while her mouth hollows around him.
This girl is a fucking miracle.
She’s not just taking it. She’s not just enduring punishment meant to break her—she’s working it.Thriving on it. Getting off on the attention, on the overwhelming flood of sensation.
Fuck me, this woman was made for us.
I watch as all three of my brothers freeze—letting her work her magic and fighting not to come too soon. Atticus has his hands tangled in her hair, holding her back so she doesn’t take all of him.
Maverick leans back, forearms braced on the table, staring up at the ceiling. I know he’s counting, thinking of baseball stats—whatever it is he does to last longer.
Storm is barely holding on, his hands gripping her hips, trying to slow her as she rocks between them, fucking herself on both cocks at once.
They’re not going to last. How could they? How can anyone hold on when they’re sharing an absolute goddess?
“Is that all you’ve got, princess?” I taunt, urging her to take more, to go faster.
All three Titans flip me off.
I’m even more certain they won’t last long—and I don’t want them to. If they want to take their timedismantling our little Titaness, they can do it later. My cock’s never been harder. I press my palm against it, adding just enough friction to take the edge off, but it’s not enough. It’s never going to be enough until I’m buried inside her.
Her hips rock and twist with each thrust, taking Storm and Maverick deeper, driving herself toward her next orgasm.
Her nipples are tight, mouthwatering little buds, and I can see goosebumps racing over her sweat-slicked skin.
She’s close.
Which means I’ll be getting her freshly fucked, wet, and hot.
Fuck, I don’t know if I can wait much longer. I free my cock, fisting it, squeezing the head, trying to leash my control. But it’s too much. I need her now.
“Come, princess,” I call out. “Come on their cocks. Drag them over the edge with you. Prove you’re worthy.”
She doesn’t have to prove a goddamn thing—but I think she wants to. The flush deepening down her chest says it all. She grinds past Storm’s attempt tocontrol her, throat working as she tries to take more of Atticus while stroking the rest of him with her hand. She’s proving she gets off on earning it.
Good God, the way she works those hips—the way she gives each of them exactly what they need—is a masterpiece.
Most girls can’t handle one Titan. Here she is mastering three.
I want to know if she can handle me, too.
I’d planned to go at least somewhat easy on her after the whipping, after being choked and taken in every way they could think of. But fuck that.
