Page 109 of F*ck Steal Kill

When his tongue met my hole, I screamed, not expecting it. Together, they worked me over as Henry fondled my breasts, pinching my nipples and kissing my neck as Heath breached my ass, rimming me. I was squirming in minutes and ready for more.

“More,” I groaned.

But instead of giving me what I wanted, they both stopped.

“The three of us want to be with you. We’ve seen how Grady’s team works, and since we’re better than them in every way, this will be a breeze. This is to show you how great we could all be together,” Ryan said, pulling my attention to him.

While H-squared had been working me over, he’d undressed, fisting his cock in his hand. The two on the bed moved before I could respond. Heath laid down on the bed, his head toward Ryan. Henry lifted me so I could straddle Heath. Feeling needy, I didn’t fight him as they notched me over his cock, and I sank lower. My cuffed hands fell forward as Heath pushed up from below.

It distracted me until I felt Henry at my ass; I didn’t have time to think as he pushed in one go, his piercing rubbing against me. My body came alive as they moved together, giving me that balance of hard and slow, soft and fast.

My body trembled as Henry kissed down my neck, his hands roaming over me as he pistoned in and out. Heath fucked me hard from below, his tattooed hands holding onto my thighs, leaving bruises.

“Yes, baby. God, you fuck so good, Ace. You feel amazing wrapped around me. I love being inside you. Fucking you is my favorite thing,” Heath said as he worshipped me, his words bringing me closer to my release. I loved a vocal lover, and Heath was the dirtiest.

Henry caressed my body as he plunged into me, a dichotomy only he could pull off. His piercing hit me just right, and my orgasm crawled up my spine, ready to erupt. I was on the edge, so close to falling over.

Ryan moved closer, gripping my chin and forcing my eyes to his. Both guys promptly stopped, my orgasm halting, and they stayed perfectly still, their heavy breathing the only thing I could feel and hear. I whimpered, my eyes begging Ryan to let me come.

“Are you going to be our good girl and admit you like us?” he asked.

“Never,” I hissed. His hand moved to my throat, squeezing it slightly.

“Quit fighting, little warrior. We’re not going anywhere. You belong with us. Let us in.”

“No.” I shook my head, his fingers flexing with the movement.

Ryan’s eyes heated, and he licked his lips as he stepped closer, bending to whisper in my ear. “What are you so scared of, baby?”

My eyes shuddered closed, a whimper falling from my lips against my will as my body fought the sensations. I needed to move, to feel something, to let go of all the stress. But they wouldn’t let me. Henry held my upper half, while Heath had my lower. With my hands still cuffed and my throat in Ryan’s grip, I’d never felt more vulnerable in my life.

“We got you, suga,” Henry whispered. “You don’t have to fight us anymore. You’ve tossed everything at us, pushed us away, and tortured us so we all had blue balls for weeks. And yet, six months after meeting you, the three of us are still as head over heels for you as the first moment we met. You waltzed out of that hotel room with all the confidence in the world, hollering about fucking, stealing, and killing like you didn’t have a care who heard. You were magnanimous, and it knocked us all off our feet.”

He softly kissed my body, his warm lips sending chills through my taut body—the anger and roughness I could handle. But when Henry busted out his sweetness, I was always a goner.

“Let us take care of you, sugar. Let us be your guys. Say yes,” he whispered, his breath fanning over my skin as he bit into the space between my neck and shoulder.

It set me off, my head falling back as my orgasm rushed to the surface from the place it had been waiting. Ryan’s hand tightened, adding to my release as my entire body spasmed, the edges of my vision going black as every nerve ending in me lit up with the most intense orgasm of my life.

“Yes,” I screamed, not knowing if it was to them or the orgasm and not caring because they were all right.

I wanted to be with them; I was just too scared to depend on someone other than the girls.

H-squared moved with me, their releases following mine as my body continued to careen through the aftershocks. My brain shut off as bliss filled me, my body feeling light as a feather as soft hands ran over me.

“You with me, baby?” Ryan asked, hovering over me.

I’d been placed on my back, Heath curled around me on one side and Henry on the other, both touching and petting me. Blinking, I nodded as everything came back into focus.

“Yes,” I whispered for the second time. And this time, I meant it in the way they all wanted to hear.

Ryan kissed me, smiling as he dropped his body to mine, sliding into my pussy in one thrust. His lovemaking was slow as he took his time kissing and thrusting into me. It was sweet and a far cry from anything we’d done before. My arms had been released from the cuffs, and I squeezed Henry and Heath, feeling connected to all three of them at that precise moment.

Wrapping my legs around Ryan, I pulled him closer, his pelvis hitting my clit and sending tingles through me.

“Yes, Ry. That feels so good,” I moaned, lifting my neck for him to suck. I tilted my head toward Heath, so I pulled him closer, kissing him as Ryan fucked me. It felt scandalous and delicious, and I knew this would work.

I’d been so worried that I wouldn’t be enough, I’d grow bored, or worse, they would. But Henry had hit the nail on its head, showing me that despite everything I’d done to push them away, their attraction and passion hadn’t wavered.

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