Page 99 of One Bride for Three Single Dads

When I get to the door, it swings open silently and hands grip me from behind, whooshing me through it and closing it again.

Harrison makes a face.

“That’s what you’re wearing?”

“I didn’t pick it!” I snap. “And I think you know that. What are you doing here? Don’t you have groomsman duties or something? Go do them!”

He wrinkles his nose.

“I’m bored.”

“You’re bored? Are you crazy? We are on a schedule, man!”

He smiles broadly.

“Horny, too,” he shrugs.

“Well, that is going to have to be your problem,” I inform him. “Even if I wanted to help you, there is no time, and I think this dress is like a giant condom or something. You are not getting in here.”

“That sounds like a challenge,” Boone says, appearing in a doorway.

Ambrose pops his head out and grins.

Shit. They take my breath away. Look at all three of them, in matching tuxedos, midnight blue with bright purple lilac boutonnieres. Goddammit, they are so sexy.

“We only have like eight minutes!” I complain.

But that is all I can say. Harrison sweeps the rest of my objections out of my mouth with his tongue as Ambrose captures me from behind. The world tilts sideways as my three boyfriends hurry me into a private room and close the door, locking the world away outside.

Suddenly, it is all urgency. My dress is no match for their tenacity. I feel it lifted over my hips and my panties drawn back down. I feel hands opening me. I feel their lips on my neck and jaw.

My men. They know just what to do to me. I only have to make myself available and they feast on me like ravenous wolves. I am their food.

And they are mine.

There is no time for words. Harrison takes me first, wrapping me in his steel-band arms as he fucks me over the back of a fainting couch.

Boone slides his hard cock over my lips at the same time, and I take him gratefully. I am filled at both ends.

I tap into that insatiable hunger inside me, the one that makes me always wish for more of them. It is there, throbbing and crimson, a primal need for fulfillment.

Suspended between them, my body rocks back and forth with the rhythm of their coordinated thrusting. In and out. Empty then full. Repeating endlessly.

Then suddenly full, pegged. Swollen to bursting. They come simultaneously, filling me with their hot, creamy seed.

“YYYuuuunnnghhhh!!!!!” someone groans, trying to suppress the noise.

Could be anybody. Could be all three of us.

Moments later, I am lifted again and twisted, acrobatically twirling until I land on Ambrose’s fat, throbbing cock. He grunts as he plunges into me, taking me all at once with that incredibly thick meat.

Automatically my hips twist to get more of him. I could feel my entrance folding in on itself with the friction, but then stretching to accommodate him. He throws his head back and bites his lips together as I ride him, our bodies squelching together musically.

There is no time to hold back. Both of us are on a singular mission to get off. The orgasm builds in me like a freight train, then boom, it explodes through my whole body.

There it is. The grand finale.

I’m so breathless, little white squiggles dance over my vision as I try to remember where I am and what the hell I am doing.

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