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By the time Aldo is fully inside, I’m panting, the sensation of them filling me up almost too much to bear. Aldo circles my clit slowly with his thumb, breathing hard, his eyes hazy.

“You look incredible taking both of their cocks, you fucking minx,” Doug says, his gray eyes almost eclipsed by his pupils as he stares down from Aldo’s side. “My turn.”

My eyes widen as he climbs up onto the bed and kneels beside me, stroking his thick cock.

“Don’t worry, Minx,” he says. “I’m just going to give you a taste of all of us at once, then I’m going to fuck Rossi into next week.”

Aldo swears under his breath and my pulse skips, but then Doug teases my lips with the salty head of his cock, and I surrender myself.

I’m not sure if it’s Aldo or Lane who moves first, but I moan loud enough to wake the dead, sucking hard enough on Doug’s cock to make him gasp.

“Fuck,” Lane says. His hands grip my waist as he snaps his hips up to fuck into me. “I’m not going to last long.”

Aldo’s responding groan tells me he’s on the same page, but so am I. They find a rhythm, and the sensation of them both moving inside me, Aldo’s thumb relentless on my clit has me crying out through my release.

Doug pulls out of my mouth, climbing off the bed, and my moans grow louder as I reach the brink again. Watching Aldo’s golden torso ripple with each thrust, his jaw clenched with concentration, coupled with Lane’s breathless moans against my ear as his fingers tease my breasts, almost has me sobbing with pleasure. Each thrust of their hips fills me up more than I thought possible, lighting up every pleasure point between them.

Aldo’s hoarse shout as Doug pushes into him sets off my third orgasm, my limbs now limp as Lane and Aldo’s thrusts grow frantic. Lane comes first with a strained shout that he muffles by sucking on my shoulder. I feel him pulsing inside me and Aldo follows a split second later.

“Fuck, I can feel you coming,” Lane grits out.

I gasp as Aldo pulls out, the release of pressure almost enough to tip me over the edge again, which is something Lane doesn’t miss. He reads me better than anyone.

“You got one more in you, JoyJoy?” he murmurs against my ear.

My response is little more than a whimper as Doug pushes Aldo face down onto the bed, fucking him with a feral ferocity. I swallow hard as Doug’s muscles ripple beneath the hair that coats his chest, leading down to the thick cock that’s pounding into Aldo’s ass.

Aldo’s moans are obscene, and I writhe on Lane’s softening cock, wanting more. Lane reaches between my legs, rubbing and fucking me with his fingers, and as Doug’s thrusts slow, his fingers clawing at Aldo’s back as he fills him up, I come so hard, my vision blacks out a little at the edges.

My heart is pounding a million miles an hour and I can hardly catch my breath, my body completely boneless. But before I can even begin to organize my thoughts, Lane slowly and gently lifts me off him, setting me down in the center of the bed.

“You’re incredible,” Aldo says, crawling up to lie beside me, kissing his way up my neck.

“Amazing,” Lane agrees, still breathing hard as he brushes the damp hair from my forehead and presses a kiss there.

“We should video this one day,” Doug says, reaching across Aldo to lace his fingers with mine. “You know, for when we’re old and can’t do shit like this anymore.”

“Speak for yourself, Grandpa.” Lane laughs.

Doug takes a breath to retort, but Aldo turns and kisses him, which makes Lane laugh harder.

A wave of happiness washes over me and Lane takes my other hand, nuzzling in against my shoulder. I can’t imagine not having these three incredible men in my life. Even with the ups and downs, I wouldn’t have it any other way.

DOUG

I know Aldo’s just kissing me to shut me up, but I’m not going to complain. It feels like a lifetime ago that I was called into President West’s office. In some ways, it’s the best thing that could have happened.

From the first time the possibility of what the four of us have together became a reality, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t good enough, that I didn’t deserve them. It’s the real reason I ran. Okay, first, I went and did what I always did. I hit the bars and got so blind drunk I lost two days before I knew it. After the third day of my solo pity party, I got talking to a bartender. It turned out, she was training to be a psychiatrist, and when I spilled my guts, she was the one to tell me I needed to get professional help. I scoffed at first, but the idea wormed its way into my brain.

So, I did.

I went back to England and sorted myself out. I got help. For me, but also for the three incredible humans in bed with me. To be good enough for them. I still meet online with my therapist once a month, but it’s easier now. Because now I have everything I could ever want and more.

“When’s food coming?” Joy asks. “I’m starving.”

Aldo laughs, the sound reverberating against my chest. “Well, you certainly worked up an appetite.”

“All I did was lie here,” Joy grumbles. “Not that I’m complaining.”

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