Page 45 of The Brat Tamers

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EPIPHANY

“We have one more thing to talk about, pet,” Lee says as he gathers my hair in a ponytail.

I crane my neck to look up at him, thrusting my breasts into Case’s face, who latches on greedily. “What?”

I’m overloaded with sensations at the moment. Between Case taking me much slower than I would like and Porter working magic on my back entrance in a way I never would have dreamed to like—but do—I’m not really in the mood to talk. If anything, I’d like Lee to slide his cock between my lips again while he holds my hair. I really liked taking control of him like that last time we were together, and I’d love to make him moan again.

“Birth control.” He glances over my back at Porter before brushing his thumb over my cheek. “We’re claiming you completely, which means we’re going to come inside of you.”

Birth control? Really? Do these guys think I haven’t already thought this through and know exactly what I want? Do they not understand I’ve chosen them, publicly and privately, and I want to give them everything I have—one hundred percent—because I know these three aren’t half-assed men?

I knew if they accepted me today; it was all or nothing. That’s who they are, so that’s who I have to be. “I’m covered.”

I look each man, my men, in the eye before continuing. “I want you to come in and on me. I want you to mark me. I want you to claim me and make me yours forever. You already have my heart. Now, take the rest of me.”

Porter and Case smile, but Lee stares at me, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “We have your heart?”

“Are you dense?” I flash Lee a taunting smile. “I wouldn’t waste pink glitter on just anyone. That was from the heart. I love you.”

He narrows his eyes and leans forward, kissing me deeply. “I love you, too, pet. And you are going to pay for that later.”

I giggle. “Oh, I’m so scared.”

Case chuckles, using his thumb and forefinger to bring my face down to his. “You are really asking for it, and you’ve made us very happy. Love you, sweetheart.” He kisses me sweetly, then lets me go.

Looking over my shoulder, I make eye contact with Porter and smile. “Are you going to kiss me and tell me you love me, too?”

He shakes his head. “I do love you, but instead of kissing you, I’m going to make you come.”

As if on cue, he pulls the dildo and twists while pushing it back in. I moan, arching my back again and rolling my hips.

“Are you ready to be thoroughly fucked and claimed, Epiphany?” Case asks, as he flexes his fingers into my hips.

“Yes.”

Porter drips more lube on my ass and pulls the dildo out at the same time. Then his thumb is there again, massaging in a circular motion. He speeds up as Case pumps his hips faster, fucking me from underneath.

“Lift a little,” Case says, sliding his fingers over my clit, sending me rocketing towards my next orgasm.

“Oh,” I pant and look up at Lee, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue to offer him what I hope he wants as much as I do.

Lee smiles, tightens his grip on my hair and then glides his cock between my lips. “Come for us, pet.”

I do, my entire body shaking as Case groans. “Ah, fuck. She’s gripping my cock so tight.”

Pressure builds at my asshole, and I know without looking Porter is there, the blunt head of his cock poised to breach me. He’s kneading my ass cheeks, pulling them apart with a gentle massage. “Are you ready, Epi?”

Lee pulls free from my lips, indicating he wants a verbal answer.

I press them together, fearful and yet excited at the same time. “Yes.”

“Did you like being fucked by the dildo? Did it feel good?” he asks.

“Ummm.” I hesitate because I’m not sure how I feel about it. It felt good, strange and overwhelming—all at the same time. I couldn’t tell if I wanted to come, go slower, go faster—what?!?! I just know I wanted something because I was so overly stimulated, I wasn’t sure what was going to make me come first. Only when Porter removes the dildo is my mind able to focus on one pleasure over many.

Everyone stops moving. Case is partially inside me as he holds my hips up and away from him. Lee hooks his finger under my chin, so my eyes come up to meet his. Porter—well, I don’t know what he’s doing other than standing still, not pushing forward, but not retreating either.

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