Page 53 of The Brat Tamers

Lee’s strong fingers grip my thigh and swing me up to straddle his waist. I’m instantly impaled on his cock, his forceful thrust ripping a cry from my throat.

Case fists a handful of my hair, pulling my head back. “Open.”

His tone brokers no argument, my lips parting on his command. He slides his beautiful dick in, fucking my mouth without preamble.

Slick, cool lube drips over my ass, and then Porter shoves his lubricated fingers in, pumping a couple of times before lining up the head of his cock and moving with more care than either Case or Lee has handled me. But it doesn’t take but a few seconds for him to fully seat himself inside of me, my insides quivering with pent-up release on the fringe of spilling over.

Lee stops moving, his fingers digging into my hips. “Don’t you dare come.”

I’d love to answer him, but Case hasn’t stopped fucking my mouth, hitting the back of my throat without care as tears spill down my cheeks.

“Epi! Don’t you fucking dare come,” Lee growls.

I shake my head.

There is no use in yelling at me about it. If he and Porter pump in and out of me a couple more times, I’m going to come.

I can’t stop it.

“Ahhh,” Lee hisses as I clench down on him. “Fuck it.”

He and Porter fuck me with reckless abandon, striving to beat me to the finish line and reach their own orgasm before I do. The dam within me breaks loose the moment Case shoots a load of cum down my throat. My pussy clamps down on Lee, causing him to join me in my release while Porter continues to pump his hips forward, leaning over and biting my back as he comes. A tie.

They can’t be mad at me for that, can they?

Case lets go of my hair, and I collapse on Lee’s chest, my hands still tied behind me. Porter relaxes behind me, his hot breath skimming over the sweat beading up on my lower back. They pull the blindfold from my eyes, my mascara smeared down my cheeks, my eyelashes clumped together. I blink over and over again, trying to clear my vision and take in my men’s faces.

Case rubs his finger over my cheek and shakes his head at me. “You are lucky we love you as hard as we do; otherwise we’d have to punish your inability to follow direction.”

Porter undoes my cuffs, letting my arms fall free at the same time Lee rolls me to his side between them.

“You just can’t help yourself, can you, pet?”

“What do you expect? You tease and edge me for almost a half-hour and then fill me with your glorious cocks, pounding into me mercilessly. How was I not going to orgasm?”

Lee strokes his fingers down my cheek. “I guess we will have to work on your training.”

“No.” I say definitively.

He arches his brow. “No?”

“No.” I say again, shaking my head to look over my shoulder at Porter, who has stopped nibbling on my neck. “Training how not to orgasm doesn’t sound like fun at all.”

Case sighs and stretches out above us, one hand propping up his head, the other playing with locks of my hair. “She’s got a point.”

“Whose side are you on?” Lee grumbles.

“I didn’t say she was right, only that she has a point.”

We fall into a comfortable silence, my boneless body comfortably sandwiched between two of my men, while my third plays with my hair. “I love you guys more than I thought I could love another.”

“We love you, too.” Lee smiles and places a chaste kiss against my lips.

“I have a question for you.” I sit up so I can meet all three of their eyes easily.

“What’s that, baby?” Porter reaches out and strokes my thigh.

Biting my lip, I take a deep breath and steel my nerves. “I want to get married, but I don’t know how we would do that.”

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