Page 93 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

Amber smiles up at me from the sofa and wiggles her eyebrows. She pushes Alexis’s hair back with her palm and kisses her head.

They have been sitting on the sofa together since we got home. Totally attached. Connected.

“Alexis, sweetie, I think it’s time for bed.” Amber smirks at me knowingly.

Alexis yawns and nods, then tugs at Cole’s hand as she slides obediently from the couch.

“I’ll get them to bed,” Amber offers.

“Oh, what? Really?” I ask, temporarily off-balance.

She raises her eyebrows suggestively. “Yeah, and I’ll sleep out here. In the parlor. If I’m not mistaken, that’s the system, right?”

Oh my God. She is a genius.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” I breathe, trying to control my excitement.

She glances over my shoulder at the three men gathered behind me, then takes a deep breath that flares her nostrils.

“Girl, if I were you,” she murmurs below her breath so only I can hear, “I would run, not walk. Run to the bedroom. Like, now.”

“Good night, Cole!! Good night, Alexis!”

“Tata!” Amber sings out as my boyfriends and I hustle toward our room.

“Wait, what, seriously?” Boone asks, confused as the door shuts behind him. “This is happening?”

“Shut up and fuck me, Boone!” I say with a grin.

It’s happening. All three at once. I force a quick shutdown of the analytical part of my brain and just let biology and instinct take over.

Clothes flutter around the room like fallen leaves. Swiftly we are all naked, our skin connecting in any way that we can. Legs and arms tangled together. Mouths find a place to join with other mouths, with nipples and sensitive seams of skin and fingers and toes and…

And my ass.

Up on the giant bed, there is plenty of room for all of us. I am like a wisp of smoke. I am a piece of taffy stretched between them. I hear Harrison’s voice in my ear, coming from behind, and Ambrose’s urgent declarations filling my mouth as he kisses me. My legs are spread open, wider than before.

Wetness surges between my legs. Harrison’s cock slides between my ass cheeks, lubricating me with the pre-cum and my own juices, making everything slide together in the most delicious, enticing way.

Tipping my head back, I find Boone’s curved cock just inches away from my tongue and drag it in, sucking hungrily. His moans encourage me to move more, to spiral my tongue over the shaft.

I know Ambrose is at my pussy, because I can feel the girth stretching me open, but then I feel something else too. A strange pressure at my back entrance. It’s Harrison, urging forward. He holds my leg. Or does Ambrose hold my leg?

It doesn’t matter. My hips seem to loosen, to make room.

I want this.

I want all three of them, inside me, at once.

I feel my resistance falling away. Harrison nudges closer, finding the pressure of my ass and pushing gently, but undeniably, right past it.

I’ve never wanted this… but now I really want it. With Ambrose opening up my pussy, I know I can have Harrison at the same time. And with Boone’s cock in my mouth, certainly I am giving all I can possibly give.

What sorcery.

And suddenly it happens. Everyone is inside me. Everyone is thrusting together, choreographed in some kind of secret, magical rhythm. I find a hunger deep within me that I didn’t know existed. It opens like a cave mouth, ravenously devouring every sensation.

Faster and faster we pump together as we climb the heights of ecstasy. Our bodies know what to do. We find the practical part of insanity and open ourselves up to it.

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