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“Clyde,” I cry out. Whatever he hears changes him and he pushes Remy’s hand from my cheek to jerk my head toward him. Claiming my mouth, he opens his mouth to cover mine and sucks my tongue when I search his out.
Remy tugs on my nipples, twisting them hard enough that the pain and pleasure shoot down a straight path to where Wilder is sucking my clit into his mouth again, deeply. I can feelmyself growing wetter, but he only groans loudly and drives two fingers through my lips, burying them deep and sucking harder.
I’m so overwhelmed by all the sensations that I immediately crash, exploding against Wilder’s face and screaming into Clyde’s mouth. Wilder fucks my pussy hard, adding a third finger and stretching me. There’s a burn from how full I feel, but I welcome it as I roll my hips against his mouth, wanting him to keep his lips working as my orgasm rocks through my body.
As soon as I come down, my arms and legs go lax, sinking into the bed, my head falling back against the pillow as Clyde’s mouth chases mine when it falls away.
I’m panting hard, trying to gather my senses. The clink of a belt draws my cracked eyes down to Wilder, who’s pulled away and is divesting himself of his clothing as fast as possible. When he shoves his pants over his hips and grips his cock, my eyes widen.
He’s fucking beautiful. Hard, thick,long. A bit of a curve, highlighted by the way his hand strokes himself up to the tip, then back down. His movement brings attention to the head, dripping with precum, and I want nothing more than to know what he tastes like.
“I’m going to fuck you, Bets.” His eyes are locked on my face, the playful aura he normally has completely gone. There’s a fire burning behind his gaze, so I nod, giving him permission. Once he sees it, he glances at the other two. “Turn her for me. I want her on her knees.”
Multiple arms bands around my body and I’m quickly shifted until my chest presses against my mattress, face buried into the pillow. I turn to the side to find Remy watching me and I smile at him. My reassurance loosens his shoulders, and he brushes my sweaty hair from my face as Wilder lifts my hips so I can brace myself on my knees.
His hand falls to his pants and begins to work his belt open when I feel the smooth tip of Wilder’s cock probing at my entrance, wetting himself through my folds before driving in hard and deep with a quick snap of his hips.
Clyde drags his fingers down my back, gripping the cheeks of my ass and spreading me for him as I scream out in pleasure. He pulls back and thrusts inside of me again, burying himself further and groaning loud into the room. “Fuck! Fuckin’ hell, Bets.” He slams into me again and shouts, “Fuck!You feel so incredible!”
I can only take quick breaths each time he pulls out, before he’s driving in hard again, his hips hitting both my body and Clyde’s hands repeatedly, lost in the pleasure my body is giving him.
“Will you take me in your mouth?” Remy asks, low and desperate. I answer by tilting my head to lift my chin and open my mouth, my tongue slipping past my lower lip. He groans and fists himself, his cock easily as gorgeous as my quick view of Wilder’s.
Gripping my hair, he pushes himself into my mouth, then drops his head back with a loud moan. Holding me in place, he draws back and slides back in, moving further over my tongue, the taste of his precum earthy and sweet. I let my tongue roll over the underside of his head, trying to take all of him inside and he gasps, falling forward to drop his body over my head.
He’s still got a hold on my hair, but his hand fists it as he drives himself into my mouth harder. “I’ve never… I didn’t… I didn’t know it’d feel so good.” I hear his stuttered admission, but I’m so lost to the way Wilder is moving into my body, I can’t process it.
Clyde releases me from where he’s been holding me open, who takes over, digging his fingers into the flesh of my ass. Reaching under me, Clyde walks his fingers down to my clit,rubbing hard against the nerves, making me cry out again. The vibrations of my pleasure have Remy shoving his cock further into my mouth, the smooth head hitting the back of my throat, begging for entrance.
Humming, I fight back my gag reflex and let him slip past my muscles until he’s buried fully, my nose pressed to his stomach as he holds himself still, grinding against my lips, my tongue cradling his shaft and pressing against the pulsing vein under his skin.
“Come again for us, Country,” Clyde rasps out, working my clit harder with swirling fingers as Wilder’s pace picks up, slamming into me over and over again. I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow, but I don’t care.
A second orgasm is building deep inside my stomach, so I suck harder against Remy’s cock, wanting him to lose himself. His hand cups my head and he pulls out, then pushes in, steadily fucking my mouth. My hands are working against the ropes, wanting to be free so I can touch him, touch Clyde, reach back for Wild, but they have tied me so well I can’t get them loose.
I moan again, swallowing against Remy’s head when he pushes in, and it’s enough, just enough, for him to lose himself to the feeling, holding himself deep as it jerks against my tongue. “I’m coming,” he pants out, grinding his hips against my mouth hard, my lips bruising as they push against my teeth. Pulsing in tempo with my tongue working against him, he empties himself in the back of my throat, then pulls back slightly so the last few spurts of cum hit my tongue.
Without swallowing, I let him finish as I grunt with each slam of Wilder’s hips against my body. Breathing heavily, Remy jerks himself free, looking down at my mouth. Reaching out, he touches my lip, then slides two fingers inside, stroking my tongue to feel where the rest of his cum is resting. We meet each other’s gaze, and he croaks out, “Swallow it for me.”
With a flick of my tongue against his fingers, I pull back and drink him down, then stick my tongue out to show him it’s gone. Groaning, he falls to his chest and presses his lips to mine. Whispering, he says, “That was so fuckin’ hot. So fuckin’ good, Bets.”
Pushing my hair back from my brow, he kisses my forehead. Wilder is grunting behind me, getting louder every time he pushes into my swollen pussy, Clyde’s fingers spinning me toward another completion. I squeeze my eyes shut when I feel each wave crest, and I know I’m going to come again for them.
“That’s it, country girl. You’re almost there,” Clyde whispers.
I close my eyes, just enjoying how this feels. Wilder’s body falls over my back as soon as Remy moves away, gripping my shoulders as he works himself deeply inside of me, and I stop worrying about not being able to free my arms.
My body is theirs. Everything I am is theirs. I shake under the force of my second orgasm of the morning. “I-I’m… I’m going to come,” I say in a broken voice. I swear, I hear all three of them growl their approval, but I’m so lost to the sensations that I let my eyes squeeze shut once more and sink into it. It starts low, then begins to flow out in all directions, filling my body with warmth and tremors before every muscle tenses and my body pulses in a hard, gut-clenching beat. White light flashes behind my eyelids and I turn my face into my pillow and bite down, screaming from my chest as I break underneath them.
Wilder’s body fucks through my clenched muscles, shouting his own release as he holds on to me, his slick chest sliding against my back. I can’t process anything but my own fire licking through my body. My pussy grips him tightly, his body jerking into mine. I assume filling me as he digs his fingers deeper into my shoulder.
His heavy breaths against my hair make the strands tickle my skin, and he presses open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder,then down my back, staying buried within me for a few more moments. Clyde’s hands are gone from between my legs, and I hear a rustling behind me, but I can’t move. The taste of Remy on my tongue and the feel of Wilder’s still semi-hard cock have me in a chokehold.
I don’t move when I feel the ropes around my arms, crossed above my head, begin to disappear. Clyde and Remy must be freeing me, but I refuse to help them. This is what I’ve always needed from them, but I never knew it. My night with Clyde was perfect and special, before he left me to wake alone, and my kiss with Wilder, along with my dance with Remy, were all a part of creating an idealization of a romance I thought I could never have.
The three of them together, though? It’s what I needed to feel like I’ve come home. They’vealwaysbeen my home, and at least for this moment, I get to embrace it.
Once my arms are free, Wilder lifts himself with a grunt from my body, both of us moaning when he slips free. Clyde tugs me free with the help of Remy, moving my body to lay on top of his hard chest.
