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Pulling back, he stares into my eyes with heavy breaths. “Is that what you want?” he murmurs until I’m nodding. “Say it for me, River Blue. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Fuck. Me,” I growl, curling my toes when he slams his hips into mine, filling the room with the sharp sound of slapping skin. “Oh, Knight,” I moan, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Cum for me, River Blue. Let’s do this together. I’m going to paint your pussy with my cum. It’s yours. It belongs to you. Just like I do. Now cum!” He grunts, slamming into me and rocking my body with every damn thrust.

White hot static blares behind my closed eyelids as another orgasm rips me in half. My pussy clenches around Kieran’s length, eagerly holding him in place as he releases himself inside me with a loud, satisfied moan with my name on his lips.

“Holy hell, River Blue. You’re ours forever now,” he breathes, slowly lowering my leg to the bed. “Forever and ever,” he whispers, kissing my lips. “I don’t think I’ve cum that hard since I bent you over that dining room table.”

“I’m boneless,” I groan, still squeezing Rad’s hand like a lifeline. “I don’t think I can move.”

Nope. Can’t move a muscle. My bones are Jell-O, and my muscles are mashed potatoes. I’m so dead from all this fucking. And I still have two more dicks to include. Whoever said being a part of a why-choose relationship was a good idea? Those women in books can go for hours. Me? I’m dead after two dick downs. How can I handle four again? They’ll kill me before I have another orgasm.

God save me.

“You’re going to have to, Pretty Girl,” Rad says, tugging my hand so my eyes connect with his. “I’ve got a seat for you. I’ve saved it for five years now. Hop aboard.”

I blink several times as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, grinning at my stunned expression.

“You want me to?—”

“Yup! Ride my face, Pretty Girl. Straddle my head so I can lick you from clit to ass. I want to taste everything you’ve done. You. Them. Consider me the clean-up crew.” His pupils dilate to almost black at the idea of me smothering him as I ride out another orgasm.

Shit. Another one? Can I even pull another one out of my body? Will this be death by sex? Prepare my casket. I’m about to die a pleased but worn out girl.

“Jesus,” Kieran murmurs, slowly pulling out of me with a deep, vibrating groan.

“The clean-up crew, dude?” Asher barks out a soft laugh, shaking his head with a grin from the end of the bed where he watches everything unfold with rapt attention.

“I forgot what this was like,” Callum muses softly from beside us with a satisfied expression.

You and me both, buddy.

“Uh, yeah. And you can act as her gag,” Rad says, raising a no-nonsense brow in Asher’s direction. “It’s time to double-team our girl, or she’s going to fall asleep with only half the team inside her. Operation Fill River Up is on.” He grins, curling a finger in my direction. “Come on, Pretty Girl.” I blow out a breath, lazily rolling to my stomach, and crawl toward him with the last of my energy.

Like a hawk zoning in on his prey, he watches me every step of the way.

“You’re ridiculous,” I grumble with Jell-O for limbs when he pulls me into his lap, grinning maniacally.

“Rad-iculous, you mean,” he quips as a suddenly serious expression passes over his face. He shakes his head, gripping my waist tightly. “I’ve been dreaming of you for years, Pretty Girl. You’re the only one who has ever been on my damn mind. I want to savor everything. I want to lick you clean and then make loveto you. I’ve been ready for weeks. Hell, years. I’ll tattoo your name across my cock so everyone knows who he rises for. Every inch of you calls to me. Please indulge me,” he says, staring straight into my eyes.

“One more orgasm…such a hardship,” I quip, grinning when he leans in and takes my lips captive. No, seriously. It’s a fucking hardship. My body shakes with every movement I make.

“Good. Now, ride my damn face. Smother me with your pussy until I suffocate and die. In the best damn way. Just make sure my grave says something sexy like… Here lies Rad, who smothered under his girl’s pussy and choked on her cum.” A dreamy look crosses over his face when he thinks about what will come. You know, me preferably. If I can manage not to fall over.

With a quick peck to my lips, Rad shimmies his way down the bed, leaving me straddling his bare chest. Those pleading brown eyes stare up at me. “Climb on my face,” he demands, digging his fingers into my ass cheeks, encouraging me to scoot forward.

“Okay,” I say through a heavy breath, slowly making my way up his body until my pussy dangles just above his mouth, filled to the brim with my previous encounters with Kieran and Callum.

Excitement hums through Rad when he looks me up and down. “Sit,” he whispers, blowing hot air against my lips and sending shivers down my spine. “Asher, dude. Get over here!” he shouts before shoving his tongue into my pussy and back out.

I cry out, looking for leverage to hang onto and find it when Asher’s lean body stands at the edge of the bed. His wide, hazel eyes take us in as my hand clamps down on his, begging for something to grip onto. I throw my head back with a groan, nearly coming when Rad’s tongue plunges in and out of me. Back and forth. Up and down. Wetting every inch of me from below. Not a spot goes untouched, driving me fucking wild.

“Little Brat,” he murmurs, leaning over and kissing my lips. “You’re good with this?” he whispers, holding my face in his palms. I nod, moaning at the sensations working through me. “Good. Now, stroke me, baby,” he whispers, guiding my hand to his hard-as-steel dick.

Asher’s breaths blow out of control when he thrusts into my hand, twitching wildly in my grasp. “You’re hard as hell, Evil Ash,” I murmur against his lips. “You like this?” I bravely ask, earning a groaned yes in return. “Good. Fuck my hand, Asher. But don’t cum yet. Wait until Rad bends me over and fucks me so I can use you as my gag. I want your cum down my throat, not in my palm. Right?” He nods frantically, slowing his pace.

“Yes, Little Brat,” he heaves, sucking my tongue into his mouth and getting lost in the sensation.