Page 97 of Give Me What I Want

“Pudding,” Cole announced, glancing over his shoulder at Ro. “You hungry?”

“Starving,” Ro groaned, plump lower lip dragging between his teeth as he stepped forward, grabbed another stool, and sat down between the two men. Between my thighs. And without waiting for even a second, wrapped his hands around my hips, pulled me forward, and dropped his head.

A cry of surprise left me as his tongue swirled over my clit and then dipped into me.

“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” he growled against my pussy.

“Could’ve waited your turn,” Mav complained when my finger finally fell from his lips. “We’ve been watching and waiting so patiently.”

“It’s Ro,” Cole said as though that was explanation enough on its own.

“Quit your complaining,” the bassist said, lifting his head and leaning back, his fingers replacing his tongue as he causally fucked me with them as he spoke with the others. “It’s not my fault that you were too slow.”

“We were letting her—”

Mav was cut off by Ronan shovinghisfingers into his mouth, pushing the thick digits deep into Mav’s throat and making him choke for a moment before he closed his lips and hollowed his cheeks, sucking and making Ro groan unexpectedly.

My pussy pulsed at the sight of them, and then it was being filled with more fingers. Cole’s this time, my drummer taking his shot while the other two were distracted. He curled and drummed his fingers inside me.

My head flew back, and I moaned loudly. “Fuck, Cole, don’t fucking stop.”

“Stop, Cole.” I heard Ronan instruct, and then I was bolting upright, glaring at Ro as Cole’s fingers slipped out of me just as I was reaching that pinnacle moment. “Suck.”

Cole did as he was told again, bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking loudly.

“We don’t have long,” Mav reminded them.

“Then it’s a good job that our girl comes so easily for us,” Ro said cockily. “Now everyone dig in, let’s make a mess of our pudding.”

Within minutes I was screaming my release as Ro’s fingers worked alongside Mav and Cole’s tongues, the men all battling out between my painfully spread thighs. But I didn’t care how much the stretch hurt, I was too distracted by the way the men’s tongues tangled with each other as they lashed at my clit.

“Atta girl,” Ro praised as I clung to his fingers. “Keep going, boys.”

No one stopped. Cole peered up at me, and the look in his eyes alone, so desperate, pleading for me to come again, sent me over the edge, making Ro curse as his fingers withdrew.

“I need to taste her,” he declared urgently, shoving the other two aside and burying his tongue in my cunt, feasting on me as I bucked my hips, grabbed his head, and ground against his face.

My ass was slipping against the marble beneath it, soaked with what they had done to me. Cole and Mav were on their feet watching me, both adjusting the swollen bulges that I could see so clearly pressing against the fabric of their sweats.

One look was all it took for them both to take their cocks out and start to stroke themselves, slow and synchronised. And as Ro made me come again, thrashing against his face, they started to moan.

The bassist got up next, following their lead. He wiped his glistening chin, grabbed his cock, and worked it, pumping to his own beat but still creating the perfect rhythm with his bandmates.

I watched the three of them with quivering thighs. I was drenched, sitting in a puddle, and could barely see straight, yet I still watched, eyes darting between each beautiful cock until their paces picked up, and strangled noises of restraint left the men.

“Come for me,” I commanded.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Ro said with a low groan, stepping forward, I reached up and grabbed his throat, pressing my thumb hard against the soft skin as he pressed the tip of his cock to my clit and worked his fist harder. Faster, twisting, squeezing, then bursting, spurting thick, hot cum all over my tender, swollen pussy.

He stepped back just as Cole hurried into place. I leaned forward, kissed his chest, then grinned up at him, always smiling for him. His body trembled from the effort of waiting, and then he was coating me too, painting me lower, pulsing cock pressed against my entrance.

And then it was only Mav left. He came forward, one hand working his cock, the other reaching out to stroke me. I whimpered at his gentle touch, his finger swirling, mixing the mess of us all between my thighs, then he curled his finger, coating it all, and pressed it to my lips.

“Wouldn’t want you to feel left out,” he said darkly, tapping my bottom lip repeatedly, strings of cum trailing from his finger to my mouth, until I parted for him.

I tasted us, licked his finger before I sucked hard, and when I did, he let out a sound of pleasure so sinful I almost came again. I cupped his cheek as he thrust forward, fucking his hand so fast, cock, fist, cock, fist, pounding against my pussy until he was roaring my name and releasing.

“You’ve never looked hotter,” Ro said with a dark laugh when Mav finally stepped back, tucking his cock away and grinning at me.

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