Page 43 of Room Ten: Put on a Show

I shuddered, rolling my hips through that first blinding high, knowing there was more to come.

As if reading my thoughts, Merrick moved closer as my thighs still trembled from the aftershocks. I didn’t have to wait long before the thick head of his cock pressed into me alongside Troy’s softening length.

My eyes rolled back in my head at how amazing it felt—every inch, every throb, deeper and deeper with a silky glide. I looked up at Baron, grabbed his cock, and tugged him closer. I licked and sucked at him as Merrick set a punishing pace, pounding into me from behind. Somehow, Troy managed to stay stiff enough that he could continue fucking me with lazy, sloppy thrusts.

Merrick pulled me upright, seating me fully on their cocks. Troy was at my tits in an instant. Scraping his teeth over the tight, stiff peaks. Flicking and rolling his tongue over them. I fisted my hand in his hair, holding him in place.

So much sensation lavished on me at once was mind-boggling. Baron’s big cock, velvety smooth and hard as steel in my grip. The feel of Troy and Merrick’s cocks inside me at the same time. Troy’s wicked mouth on my nipples and his hands cradling my rib cage as if I was a precious feast that he wanted to bury his face in, devouring me. And Merrick’s bruising hold on my hips when he plunged deep, grinding with an animal-like grunt.

As my second orgasm began to climb and spread and bloom through me, I tipped my head back, riding the tidal wave of feelings. Finally—finally—I wasn’t left craving more. I had everything I could want. My men made sure I was full to the brim and overflowing—both figuratively and literally—until I was sated beyond my wildest dreams.

Troy licked a hot stripe up my neck, sucking on my earlobe as his hand strayed to my clit.

“Time to fall apart, darling,” he said softly.

I took in a breath to speak but it was lost on a whimper of ecstasy. Merrick pushed me down onto their cocks. White hot sparks rocketed through my body, toes curling, eyes squeezed shut. Troy peppered kisses along my neck, moving up toward my mouth. He smoothed a lock of hair away from my cheek with a hum.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous like this, Kenna. A mess between your thighs. Two cocks inside you, a third at your command. The audience you crave watching you come over and over again.”

I clenched around Merrick and Troy, squirming my hips at the sound of Troy’s voice. Merrick kissed between my shoulder blades, pinching my skin in his teeth until I knew he would leave a mark there. For several seconds, I seemed to forget where I was, thinking only of my men touching me everywhere, fucking me so perfectly.

Baron’s voice broke through my hazy thoughts.

“Ass up, baby girl. You’re not done yet.”

I grasped Merrick’s wrist for stability. He seemed to know what I was saying without any words exchanged between us. My limbs felt like limp noodles. Would I have the strength to move if I tried?

Merrick shifted forward, pressing me into the mattress with his warm, muscled chest at my back. Looping an arm around my waist, he lifted my hips into the air, spreading my legs wide to prepare me for Baron. Troy slid out from beneath me and gathered my hand in both of his, kissing the inside of my wrist.

When Merrick moved away, I heard him rummaging around in the nightstand. A moment later, the pop of a bottle cap indicated he’d located the lube and opened it.

The bed dipped behind me as Baron knelt on the mattress. He skimmed his hand up and down my spine with a reverent touch, as if he was admiring me through his fingertips. His palms cradled the dip of my waist and curved upward to clutch the swell of my hips.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Merrick approach the bed, a small silver plug balanced lightly in his hand. Then I felt the slick surface of the plug press against my ass, cool with lube.

“Ready for me, sweetheart?” Baron asked.

I nodded, feeling breathless at the thought of what was about to come.

“Yes,” I said, my voice hoarse. “Please.”

My response caught in my throat as the blunt head of Baron’s cock pushed into me. He eased slowly deeper, smoothing his hands over my skin as my legs shook. Halfway in, Baron spread his body over mine, crushing me into the mattress. When he flexed his hips, I squeezed Troy’s hand tight at the overwhelming, all-consuming feeling of being full-to-bursting.

“Holy shit, that feels so good,” I rasped.

Merrick slid two fingers under my chin and turned my head toward him.

“Look at me, princess,” he said. “I want to see your expression when Baron is balls-deep inside you.”

Baron’s chin brushed the top of my head as he continued to sink into my pussy with a stretch that left me panting. My mouth fell open at the sensation. I could feel Baron on every sharp inhale. He pulled out until just the tip rested at my entrance.

“Breathe for me, baby girl,” he mouthed against my ear.

I barely managed to suck in a lungful of air when Baron drove his full length into me. I squealed, writhing beneath his bulk, my vision whiting out. With long, dragging thrusts, he kept me trembling on the edge of an orgasm—not enough friction to finish me off, but the sheer bliss of him hitting so perfectly, so deep, had me seeing stars.

“How are you holding up, princess?” Merrick asked with a smirk.

“It feels…amazing,” I gasped between one stroke and the next.

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