Page 113 of Fated to Monsters

With even more caution, he gently pulls out, leans down to kiss my cheek, and steps away with a slight smirk on his face.

Bo dips his fingers into his mouth, making no attempt to fill the space that Wes just vacated.

And because I’m still hungry for more, I nudge Dash into the empty spot, breaking my mouth away from his, and saying, “I want you to fuck me, Dash.”

“Are you sure?” he mutters as he climbs into position anyway.

He hooks his hands under his waistband and shoves his pants down, allowing his cock to spring out.

I sit up and grip his shaft, spreading the precum over his tip before lining it up to my mouth and swirling my tongue around the edge. We both moan when I slide him inside, and his dick twitches.

Dash pulls the hair from my shoulders and holds it behind my head.

I glide his girth in and out and bounce the tip of his cock against the back of my throat.

“Angels,” he moans.

Squeezing the base of his shaft, I stare up into his eyes and continue to suck him until I almost bring him to the brink. I slow down, smiling as I slide him out, and flip over onto my stomach, bringing myself up onto my knees, leaning down, and arching my ass toward him.

“I don’t think I can last with you looking this damn good, Wren.” Dash cups my ass with one hand and steers his dick to my entrance with the other. He skates it over onto my throbbing clit before entering me carefully.

Immediately, I tense around him, grateful for the penetration. I gather two fistfuls of the bedsheets and back my ass onto him; the motion fills me full of Dash’s thick cock. He isn’t nearly as long as Wes, but he is wider.

Bo strolls around the bed and stops in front of me, his intense gaze boring down onto me. He takes my chin between his fingers and tilts my head up toward him. “You almost ready for me, Birdie?”

“Mmhm.” I nod and lick at my lips, wondering how it’s possible to want more. Maybe it’s the thrill of Bo’s warning that drives my excitement, or maybe it’s the immense love I have for each one of these men.

Dash picks up his pace, and I buck against him to match his intensity and give him silent approval to keep going. “Fuck,” he sighs with both hands hooked at my thighs and dragging me back onto him.

I release one fist from the sheets and latch onto Bo’s waistband, my eyes on his as I pull him closer and unbutton his pants. He doesn’t stop me, so I continue unzipping. His cock bulges against his pants, dying to be set free, and because he isn’t wearing any underwear, the second the zipper goes down all the way, he pops out.

“You want a taste?” Bo asks me.

I answer by latching onto and tugging him closer, not caring at all how rough I’m being. If his warning was any indication, things are going to get even more intense than they already are. My sights trail to the cock in my grasp, my mouth watering at the sheer size of him. He’s bigger than I remember, and we’re only just getting started. Still, the thought of him ruining me sends a jolt of heat straight between my legs where Dash is currently fucking me.

“Tell me,” Bo says, his voice gruff.

“I want you,” I whimper and open for him.

Bo skims his juicy cock over my lips, taunting me.

I graze my teeth gently along his sensitive flesh and widen my mouth to fit the tip of him.

“Fuck,” Dash moans again. “I’m going to…”

Pushing the weight of my body back onto Dash, I manage to fit as much of Bo in me as I can, my eyes watering from the size of him. My arousal heightens and I stifle a moan on Bo’s cock.

Dash explodes inside of me, my orgasm following his and pulsating my pussy around him. I fight through the tears and choke on Bo as Dash fucks us through completion. Dash is gentle but firm, both with his thrusts and his hands gripping my hips. He leans forward, his body pressing onto mine, and kisses my shoulder.

Dash whispers into my ear, “That was fucking divine.” He pulls out, his absence allowing cool air to wash over my ravished pussy.

Keeping Bo still in my hand, I remove my mouth and sit up on my knees, daring a glance around to see where Dash and Wes have gone.

Wes sits at the front of the bed, one knee brought up and his elbow resting on it with his head in his hand, watching us intently. He winks at me, and it’s enough of a confirmation that everything is still okay. His irises glow and tell me his hound is good with this, too.

Dash repositions his cock inside his pants and pulls them back over his waist.

Still, I’m the only naked person in the room.

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