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When Aston and Konnor finally gave her what she wanted, Houston tucked his hands under her backside and raised her pussy to his face. The combination of her clit and her nipples being ravished signaled another long, agonizingly uninhibited climax from her.

Dear god.

Still shaking from her orgasm, her body and mind in utter salacious disarray, all she could manage was a shocked squeal as Houston filled his mouth with her liquid arousal before he let it drizzle from his lips down the slit of her pussy to the hole of her butt.

Dear god.

Her attempts to squirm away when Houston probed a finger at the tightly puckered rings of her asshole were thwarted by Aston and Konnor at her sides.

As they captured her nipples between their teeth, their hands glided down her body. Aston slipped a finger inside the well of liquid in her pussy; Konnor rolled her clit vigorously between his index and thumb; Houston penetrated her asshole with two of his fingers right up to his knuckle.

She cried out with savage tormenting hisses and untamed purrs, and her boundaries shattered, and in its place, a hedonistic need that stupefied her.

Houston inched further into her dark hole. Both Aston and Konnor deserted her nipples, giving her pussy their complete attention now. Aston added two fingers to her core, and she felt them touch Houston’s through the thin lining separating those parts of her.

Konnor’s hold on her clit uprooted her from Earth and sent her spiraling out into space.

The concentration of touch in the most intimate parts of her was too much. She was too inexperienced for this and couldn’t control the flow of fire coursing through her as she hurtled toward another scintillating climax. Nothing could stop her now. Not her anguish, her tears, or her heartache.

Except when Houston thrust his fingers deeper inside and Aston followed suit, but then, releasing her clit Konnor did the oddest thing. He laid his hand on her lower stomach and pressed down. Hard.

Panic imploded inside her; dishevelment ruined her. She fought with every fiber of her being to stop herself from coming, but it was useless. Containing the odd sensation of embarrassing herself in front of them wouldn’t have helped.

It was too late.

She was never going to survive the carnal catastrophe that was about to happen to her. Amidst her own personal erotic maelstrom, she watched in distracted awe as Aston, Konnor, and Houston used their free hands to unearth their cocks from the joggers they wore.

She swallowed in fresh buckets of panic as she caught a glimpse again of the sizes of their cocks and remembered how their colossal thickness had stretched the confined space of her pussy to fit them.

But at the same time, a valve inside her was released.

“No,” she cried, truly alarmed, as she tried to wriggle away from them and failed yet again. "Please, no,” she begged. She couldn’t let her body do that. She just couldn’t—

A gush of liquid rushed out of her at the same moment when a tempestuous climax obliterated all thoughts from her head. The need to scrunch her eyes closed in mortification, lost to the sight before her.

Aston, Konnor, and Houston released their fingers from her and instead pressed the three heads of their shafts against her gushing pussy.

She bathed their cocks in the stream of her arousal.

The blush on her cheeks was so hot and so painful that she thought she was going to combust while her body still jolted from the spasms of her shattering orgasm.

Aston towered over her now, driving his cock into her swollen, fluttering pussy as he wrapped his hand around her throat.

She pleaded without any decorum or chasteness. The fever inside both weakened her and empowered her. She wanted to raise her chin in defiance of what they had made her body do.

“Milk my cock,” Aston ordered, dark, roughness lined each word of his command.

Chapter Nineteen

Winter’s moment of bravado, of self-preservation, ceased to exist as Aston started to squeeze her throat. He put her back where she belonged, at his mercy. She gripped his wrist to try to free herself, but he was immovable.

Surreptitiously, she shook her head, but then he squeezed a little harder. Until playing with her oxygen supply only made her pussy clench around the astounding fullness inside her out of sheer trepidation. The harder he squeezed, the more panicked she became, and the harder she clenched down on him.

“Fuck,” Aston roared. He dropped his forehead on hers. Lashings of the hot essence from his cock filled her up. “Can you feel that? My cum filling your tight cunt. My filthy seed latching to your sweet, pure innocent flesh, Winter. We’re going to fuck you until you’re pregnant. You’re never going to escape us.”

Aston dragged his cock from her, but before a drop of his cum could drizzle out, Konnor penetrated her with his concrete-hard shaft in one smooth motion.

Her head lifted off the bed, and her breath was staggered and laborious. Tears rolled down the sides of her face as her body latched onto him. But once he reached her capacity, he stared her dead in the eye.

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