Page 49 of Hate You Forever (Hate 1)

My mouth waters as I take in the sight of him. I think I’m a little dick-struck. I can’t pull my eyes away from his long, veiny cock. It’s thick—not as thick as Cohutta’s, but damn it’s still a nice dick.

Rush pulls his shirt off before giving his cock a few strokes, hypnotizing me. “Like what you see?”

“Stop talking and fuck me, Rush.” The pulsing need in my core has me becoming impatient.

He leans down and grabs his wallet from his jeans, pulling out a condom. “I can’t turn down that request.” He uses his teeth to tear open the foil packet and rolls the condom over his length. His eyes move above me to Cohutta, and he nods.

Cohutta grabs my head, turning it back toward him and shoving his cock back into my mouth. I moan around him, while his eyes close in ecstasy. The bed dips as Rush’s hands grip my thighs, lifting my ass off the bed a little to line me up with his cock. My hips buck just at the feel of the head rubbing against me.

Not only did I fuck Marnix’s best friend last night, but I’m now messing around with Cohutta and Rush the morning of our wedding. I am so fucked up.

Rush thrusts into me, hitting the exact spot that could make me detonate in seconds. A surge of pleasure goes straight through my body, and I moan around Cohutta’s thick cock. Jesus! I’ve fucked a lot of guys, but this is my first threesome. I could definitely add more. The more cock, the better. I see the appeal of Lya having three boyfriends.

“Fucking shit,” Rush grumbles, as he pulls out and pushes back in agressively. Every nerve in my body is aware of these two sexy men inside me.

“So fucking tight, isn’t she?” Cohutta asks, not looking up from my eyes.

“She’s squeezing my cock off. Such a greedy, greedy cunt.”

I know I have a snatched pussy, but it always makes me so much hotter hearing men swoon over it.

Cohutta pulls his dick out to where I’m only sucking on the tip. Surprisingly, a large hand wraps around the base. My eyes dart up, finding Rush looking at Cohutta like he wants to devour him.

Cohutta nods, silently giving Rush permission. He groans as Rush’s fist starts moving up and down his cock while my tongue twirls around the tip. “Fuck,” he curses.

This is probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. At this point, I don’t care about what they’re doing to me. I just want to watch them touch each other.

I’m mesmerized by the hot scene of Rush jerking Cohutta off, when a deep, booming voice pulls me away. “What the hell is going on here?”

All three of us stop, our heads snapping toward the sound. A furious Marnix stands in my doorway.

Fuck.

“Nix. Listen, man…” Cohutta starts, but Marnix cuts him off, his eyes drilling a hole into me.

“You can have anyone you want, but you choose to open your legs for the two people who mean the most to me?”

That guilty feeling is back, even though it shouldn’t be. Marnix is an asshole. He’s made it clear he’s not interested in me, and he never specified who I could and couldn’t fuck.

Marnix moves over to the bed and grabs Rush’s bicep, yanking him off me, pulling his dick from inside me. “You’d do anything to piss me off, wouldn’t you? You’re bad news, Tara. I’d rather fuck you myself than have you ruin their lives. That’s what you do, right? Ruin people's lives when they least expect it.”

“No, asshole. That’s you,” I spit.

Marnix chuckles. “You wanna be fucked? That's what you want? You want to be reminded who really owns this pussy?”

I narrow my eyes, trying to figure out what game he’s playing at, but I don’t say anything.

“They make you come, peasant? Were you thinking of me while they were pounding into your tight body? Thinking about how desperate you are for my cock, even when I’d rather fuck my own hand than you.”

I scoff.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Marnix gets on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. “If you’re going to come on our wedding day, I’m going to be the one making it happen. This pussy is fucking mine. I control it. I say who can make you come.”

The sarcastic remark on the tip of my tongue completely fades as Marnix’s thumb presses against my clit. My head relaxes against my pillow, my eyes rolling as he picks up the pace circling the sensitive bud.

Cohutta and Rush are there on either side of me. I reach out, gripping their cocks, working them up and down to the same rhythm that my sexy asshole of an almost husband is working me.

Fuck.This is what my dreams are made of. I don’t know if I can go back to only having one cock to play with ever again.

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