Page 33 of Bought By Three Men

“Fuck,” I moaned. My body was on fire. I needed him.

“You like that, Good girl?” He continued to finger my asshole.

“Yes, Ethan.” I grabbed at the table. I was so close.

He licked my slit. I quivered. Then he dove in. He ate me like he was starving. I was melting into him.

Every part of me called out for him. The vibrations started. He sucked my clit bringing me over the edge. I exploded. My orgasm ran through my entire being. All of me was in that explosion. Then I came back to reality.

He continued.

“I came.” Maybe he didn’t know.

“And you will cum again.” He went back to licking.

I tried to tell him I had never had more than one. He sucked my pussy and fingered my ass. Then with his other hand, he fingered my pussy. There was so much happening.

I loved it. I raised my hips to give him better access. He sucked harder.

Shit. The vibrations again. I. I . I. Wow. I was shaking. I fell apart and was brought back together.

“Ethan, I’m coming!” I shouted.

He rode out my orgasm. Licking me as I came back down to Earth. With the last of the vibrations, he stopped.

I sat up, grabbing at my chest. That was incredible. I tried to tell him and couldn’t. Every time I tried to talk, I couldn’t.

His eyes grazed down my body. I realized I was naked. Like, no sheet or towel. He was seeing everything. All of me, all the scars. Shit.

He stopped at my hip. “What is that?” His jaw twitched.

“A long story.” I grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around myself.

CHAPTER15

Adam (Day 2)

I triedto run to her. The flames licked the walls threatening to get me as well. Heat and smoke so intense I could barely see her.

Walls crumbled. Beams fell. I called out to her. She reached out her hand to me. My fingertips grazed hers. The smoke dissipated. It was the girl from the picture, Ava Palmer. She screamed for me to save her.

Ethan Moore appeared behind her. Had he been there before? Ethan grabbed Ava. She smiled. Was she okay? The flames engulfed them. I turned to leave. The walls caved in.

“Adam, It’s two in the afternoon. I dropped off the letter like you said. It was very nice of you. Get up for PT.” Bri walked in carrying a tray.

“No physical therapy today.” I crawled out of bed. The letter wasn’t nice, it was straightforward.

“You need it.” Bri placed the tray of food on the desk. Since he bought me a bride, he had been trying to make up for it. Yesterday he made me dinner and went out to buy me wine.

This morning he brought breakfast and mimosas. Yea, he was trying to ensure I wasn’t mad at him.

“You don’t have to keep feeding me.” I sat at the desk and dove into the food. It was only waffles and cereal, but I appreciated it.

“My mom said food will make you feel better.” Bri smiled. When he wasn’t sure how to behave in certain situations, he would ask me or call his mom.

“Yes, if I was sick.” I shook my head. “You know what. Your mom is right.”

Bri smiled at me. When I first hired him, his mom was worried sick. She stayed with us for a few weeks to ensure he was okay. Finally, I had to let her know it was time. He had to grow up. Be his own man. He still called her daily, and they visited each other once a week. Part of me couldn’t wait to find out what she thought of him buying me a person.

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