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It’s so hot.

Behind me, Mace is working up to a similar rhythm, both of them driving into me, filling me, taking me, and I could nearly come from the idea of it all.

Mace reaches around to stroke my clit, and it’s only moments later that I moan against Zipper’s cock, an orgasm racing from nowhere to overtake me. Mace pumps into me slow and steady while I come on his cock, my pussy throbbing around him. Zipper keeps mouth-fucking me through it all, and as I recover and wrap my lips more tightly around him, he stiffens.

“Gonna come,” he says through gritted teeth as he eases up his grip on my jaw.

I intend to keep sucking on him and swallow as much as I can, but he pulls out. I’m disappointed at his absence, until he pushes at my shoulder, signaling his intention. I arch my back and straighten as much as I can, and he erupts, shooting thick, hot threads of cum onto my shoulders and chest with a low grunt.

At the same time, Mace’s hand digs into my hip before he starts to come, too, pumping deep inside me with each release.

I feel both slutty and powerful, and so happy that my body brought these men pleasure.

“Way to fuck up my bed,” Christian says to Zipper when Zipper’s finished. Of course, my body didn’t catch everything. Spots of cum dot the gray comforter.

“I was going to swallow,” I say, feeling like it’s my fault, too.

Zipper brushes by Christian, intentionally knocking into his shoulder as he passes. “I’ll wash your fucking sheets. Don’t be an asshole. And don’t listen to him, Rose. You were perfect.”

“I wasn’t blaming Rose,” Christian says, while I glow internally from Zipper’s use of the word perfect.

“Ignore them both,” Hutch tells me. “Christian’s just giving him a hard time. Sex is supposed to be messy.”

15

HUTCH

“Are you still doing okay, Rose?”

I can tell that she’s enjoying herself, but if she’s feeling overwhelmed, we don’t have to continue. I wasn’t actually expecting her to get double-teamed tonight, but I understand why the guys wanted to do it, and she seemed up for it.

The other guys have been enjoying her even more than I expected. It’s clear this will be the first of many nights together, if Rose is willing. One night isn’t nearly enough with someone like her.

“I’m good,” she says, sounding utterly content but also exhilarated.

This woman is a ray of pure sunlight in our sometimes dark existences, and some of her warm glow is seeping into my pores.

“And I’m ready for you,” she adds, sending a bolt of desire straight down my spine.

“Are you now? Are you ready to take my big cock like a good girl?” I unbuckle my belt as she sits on the edge of the bed watching.

“Yes … daddy.”

You could knock me over with a feather. I didn’t think I could desire her more than I do, but fuck …daddy… I like that.

Instead of opening my fly myself, I step closer to the bed. “Show me what you want.”

She looks up at me with those big, innocent eyes, and my cock aches for release. Her small hands reach for the button on my jeans as my erection presses against the zipper.

“Oh, wow.” She slips her hands inside as soon as my fly is open and strokes over the cotton that covers my beast. “So big,” she coos, cupping her hand over my thickness and giving it a squeeze.

“Go ahead. Take it out.” When she does, I say, “Take it in your mouth.”

Eager to please, she nods up at me before doing as instructed. Her mouth is so hot and wet that I have to summon restraint not to push her back on the bed and plunge into her pussy.

Her lips look perfect wrapped around my cock as she tries to take more of me into her mouth. Her tongue strokes along the underside of my shaft, and I moan my satisfaction.

I could nearly come right now, but it’s much too soon. After a few minutes, I pull back, caressing her cheek. “That’s a good girl.”

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