Page 70 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“Fuck yes,” I groan into Grey’s mouth as he dips his head for a kiss.

As if using every muscle in his body Drake holds me tight and thrusts. I angle my hips and when he does it again, he hits my clit and I cry into Grey’s mouth.

Between the three of them I’m safe, protected. Their strength is my own.

“Hard...harder,” I rasp. I love Drake’s strength and love the way he already has the pressure of my release building.

“This is only a warm-up. There’s no way we’ll be satisfied having you only once. Fuck, it’s going to take a lifetime and then maybe that won’t be enough.”

He lifts me off him and then uses his strength to drive in as he lowers me. I lean back, pressed up against the window and tighten my legs as he fucks me hard and fast.

Each time he thrusts in, my pussy grips his cock. His biceps flex and the abs I’ll have my tongue on again soon enough ripple from coiled pressure building. I know because I feel it too.

This is hot, wet, and wicked, and nothing of how I saw my morning going. A little over three hours ago I would have guessed I’d be waking up right about now, showering and putting on that ugly mustard uniform for the millionth time. Not taking my pleasure wrapped around a filthy-minded mobster.

Just seeing his glistening cock slip from my body sticky and wet with my juices has me close to the edge.

I’m not the only one who likes the view. His, Grey’s and Drake’s attention is locked on where our bodies are united, and I clench the velvety walls of my pussy around him.

“You’re the angel that’s going to be our death. That’s it. Take what you want.” His voice is a rough baritone.

Sylan reaches between us and spreads my folds so Grey can lean in and tongue my clit.

“Oh, fuck!” I scream. Warm lips curl around me and I’m seeing the stars of a million worlds appear just behind my closed eyes.

I grab him by the hair and he takes my mouth in a bruising kiss, my juices coating his tongue. Sylan has taken over torturing my clit and I’m bucking wildly.

“Drake, I’m close, so close.” The warmth of his body molds me to him, and he leaves a teasing trail of kisses along my exposed shoulder.

“Fuck, Kat, you’re milking my cock. I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Come for usmo chroí,give us your release now!”

“Oh my God, don’t stop. Do it again!” I beg, throwing an arm around Grey’s neck and bracing the other against the thick window.

Drake shoves into me one last time and throws his head back. “Come now, Katriona!” he bellows, and I can see the lines around his mouth grow tight with concentration.

Jets of hot cum spill into me, and I can feel every single rope as he shoots his load off.

“I feel you,” I scream, and I don’t care who can hear me at this point. I’m panting so hard I can barely speak, and I can’t hold in what I’m feeling.

“I’m…coming!” The feel of his length jerking off inside me hurls me into my own release. Pure blissful white-hot ecstasy steals my breath and vision as my head falls back, and I fall into my climax. The walls of my pussy spasm around his thick cock.

Hot. Fucking. Bliss.

Our combined heavy breaths come hard and fast.

“My turn.”

Suddenly I’m in Grey’s arms and he’s moving me to the floor. As soon as my feet hit the floor I’m spun around. But instead of a window in front of me, it’s Sylan in all his naked beauty.

“Bend over, baby, push that pussy toward me. That’s it.”

I’m a mess with Drake’s release spilling down my thighs.

Grey doesn’t seem to care. He glides the head of his cock through the spilled cum to swirl it around my clit. And then he’s at the entrance of my pussy pushing in until his balls slap against my clit.

“Fuck, that feels so good!”

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