Page 68 of Her Filthy Reverse Harem Romance Collection

“How is it possible I want you so much that it scares me? That’s the real fear I have. I can’t trust my feelings because I can’t wrap my brain around the idea that I feel connected to three men in a way that is beyond my understanding.”

Drake and Sy release my feet, instinctively knowing what I want. It’s the only way I can fathom them knowing I need to be in Grey’s arms right now. They help me slip to the floor. The front of my legs press against his and he takes my lips in a warm kiss. He drives his fingers into my hair with a tight hold, and I fall under his power instantly.

I moan and swallow his growl, teasing his tongue with mine. I taste the soft, warm confines of his mouth. I don’t have to tell my body to relax. I melt into his arms, the contours of his bulging muscles and nip at his lower lip, pulling back enough to see the fire ignite in those dark eyes of his.

“I want to be yours. All of yours.” I make sure to pull Sy and Drake in close. “If you’ll have me,” I say against his mouth, feeling his friends’ warmth wrap around me on all sides.

He smiles and I see the man from the night he took a bullet for me. I yelp, laughing softly when he pulls me to my feet and scoops me into his arms. Strong hands grip my ass, working the flesh with delicious squeezes.

His lips claim mine.

Pleasure explodes in me, and I’m lost in his addictive taste once again.

“Turn around,” he mutters against my lips, and it’s then that I realize we’re across the room standing in front of the windows.

“Put your hands on the glass for us.”

I do as Grey gruffly orders. The hiss of the zipper to my uniform hits my ears, and I tremble as he lowers it an inch at a time. He peels the harsh material forward and leaves me bare to the morning light, my uniform a melted puddle of sunlight at my feet.

I hear all three inhale harshly and turn to look over my shoulder to see a hunger in their eyes I’ve never seen before.

“We’ve waited a long time to have you. We’re going to have a taste, make you come—”

“And then?” I ask breathlessly, cutting in.

Drake smiles wolfishly. “And then whatever the fuck we want. Once we have our cocks and tongue covered with your juices there will be no going back.”

Sylan steps in and brushes the tips of his fingers over my arms, down the dips of my waist and rests his large hands on my thigh.

“You’re breathtaking and absolutely perfect.”

He knows I am about to resist his assessment of me. How I don’t know, but he presses a finger over my lips and I clamp my mouth shut. “Spread your legs and give Grey a sweet taste,mo chroí.”

With Sy on one side and Drake on the other, one presses a hand to my lower back and the other spreads me wide for his friend, pulling my panties to the side.

I groan, curling my fingers into my fists at the first stroke of Grey’s tongue from my clit to my ass. A day’s worth of stubble covers his chin and my God, it’s heaven against my tender skin.

“Oh,” I gasp, pressing back to feel his tongue slip deeper into my wet pussy. I wish he’d rip my panties off so I could feel more of the burn.

He holds the silk to the side and nibbles on the tender flesh of my folds. I moan wildly, my head spinning.

I hear a zipper to my right and my heart speeds up as Drake turns my head to see Sylan’s impressive cock jutting out of his dress slacks. So thick, long and dripping with pre-cum.

I tremble a little as I reach out and stroke my fingers over the silky hard steel. So smooth and hot. Drake has my hair in his hands and he holds me steady when Sylan guides the head of his fat cock to brush across my lips.

“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur in awe. I curl my fingers around him tighter and love how he physically shivers. Him, the powerful mobster who controls the dark underbelly of this city, shivers under my touch. I run my hand to the base and marvel when I bring it up, forcing a large drop of pre-cum from the tip.

Drake grips my hair, turns me just right so his friend can smear the hot liquid over my lips.

“Yes,” I whisper, eyes at half-mast. “So perfect.”

“It’s all yours. Every inch of me and every last drop,” Sylan husks. “Now open for me,” he commands and when I do, he pushes past my lips with a deep grunt.

I can feel Grey move behind and I mourn the loss of his tongue teasing my clit, his hands gripping my ass and working the flesh. But I gasp when I feel the hot heat of his cock replace his fingers. Air is hard to come by so I’m breathing harder as Sylan pumps into my mouth. My lips stretch wide to fit over his massive size, and I love every stroke, every drop of pre-cum smearing over my tongue. The salty-sweet taste has me creaming a little harder. But I desperately want to see Grey’s cock, too. I’m torn between craving Sylan right where he’s at and wanting to feel the heaviness of Grey’s cock in my hands.

But he has other ideas.

I hear the tear in my panties from him holding them out of the way. He strokes the fat head through my juices in a slow glide that starts at my clit and stops with him teasing my pussy. Dipping the head in just a bit and then pulling out. He repeats the move once, twice... and it takes all my strength not to fall to my knees, begging him to bury himself as deep as he can go.

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