Page 16 of Room Twenty-Eight: Her Beautiful Surrender

“Holy fuck,” Colt marvels from behind, staring down at where she’s stuffed full of cock. “I’ve never seen anyone take all of him.” She preens at the praise. Colt ain’t wrong. For as long as we’ve been sharing women together, none have managed more than half his cock in their mouths.

“That’s because Asta is our pretty little whore. Aren’t you, baby?” A tear leaks from the corner of her eye, but she nods slightly. “Now, you’re going to hold real still so Major can fuck your throat, then you’re going to do the same for Colt, then me. Right?”

“Fuck!” Major bellows as she whimpers and moans her answer. He pulls from her mouth, giving her just enough time to take a deep breath before plunging back in and coming down her throat.

Her hands reach out for him as she swallows, semen leaking out the edges of her mouth as she drinks him down. Her nails scratch at his thighs, trying to hold him closer until he’s too sensitive to be sucked on anymore.

“Damn.” Major heaves out a deep breath as he drops onto his back on the bed beside me. “That fucking mouth is powerful and seductive. Perfection.”

“Thank you.” Asta blushes, and it’s the most adorable fucking thing as she licks across her lips.

“Colton’s turn”, I tell her.

* * *

Colton

I don’t think I’ll survive the blowjob she gave to Major, but damn would I die a happy man. So, I step in front of Asta, and Diesel moves in behind her after removing his clothes. He gathers her long, lustrous tresses into his fist, forcing her head back and mouth open.

“You sure, sweet girl?” What she just finished doing to Major, swallowing him down the way she did, was a lot, and she must be sore.

“Please, Colt.” Her bottom lip forms a sexy pout, and I can’t resist. Leaning down, I slide my mouth across hers, taking her lips in a gentle kiss as I cup her jaw with both hands, bringing her in close. “He’s right, you know,” I tell her as I pull away. “You are absolute perfection.”

“Only for you guys.” The softness in her tone brims with affection.

“That’s right, baby.” Diesel wraps both arms around her chest, cupping her breasts in his hands and plucking at her nipples. “You’re ours.” The possessiveness in his tone startles her, but she smiles shyly up at me as her tongue flicks out to lick at the head of my dick.

Her mouth makes love to me. Licking, sucking, kissing every inch she can until I’m damn near blind with lust and needing to cum. She’s pure magic—a cunning witch from Salem sent to the bayou to bring us to our knees. As our eyes meet again, I know I’ll do anything to convince her she belongs with us. Asta is meant to be ours, and there isn’t a moment in this life where it’ll be possible to live another day without her at our sides.

With a growled shout, my release surges forward, and she holds me to her tightly so she can swallow every last drop. Falling to my knees in front of her, I cup her face in my hands and capture her swollen lips in a tender kiss, pouring everything I’m feeling into the act and showing her without words how much she’s come to mean to me in such a short amount of time.

* * *

As dawn rolls around, none of us has slept. Instead, we spent the night making love to Asta over and over once we found out she was leaving today.

New York is her home. Or rather, where she lives, she said. We have her address, and she gave us a key to her apartment at Diesel’s insistence. We also shared our address with her, as well as a key to our house, telling her she was welcome any time, even when we weren’t there. Her laughter when she reciprocated the offer, even though her apartment is barely big enough for the three of us to stand in, was contagious.

We grumbled when her brother picked her up, not wanting to send her off with another man, but she came with his team and had plans to leave with them. While we talked a little bit last night, she didn’t divulge all the secrets we had hoped to hear, about why we’d never known about her and why the public had no idea Leon had a little sister. There are stories there, heartbreaking ones if I had to guess.

Arriving back at the arena for a team meeting, I’m already missing her, and I can tell from how tense Major and Diesel are that they are as well. Lucky for us, last night was our last home game for a couple of weeks, and we’ll be on the road first thing tomorrow morning, with a stop in Chicago and then New York to play her brother again. We’ll at least have one more night with her this week, even if it won’t be long enough. Something is better than nothing at all.

My phone vibrates in my pocket as the coach goes over defensive plays that have room for improvement. Pulling it out and taking the chance I’ll get in shit if I’m caught, I see my friends doing the same, which can only mean it’s from Asta.

Sweet Girl: Just landed, heading home to sleep. Text when I’m up.

She attaches a sexy picture of herself from the plane where she’s pouting, those thick lips of hers in need of a cock between them.

Me: Sleep well.

Major: Miss you already.

Diesel: Call us later.

She sends back a few pink hearts with stars around them and a winky face. The day drags as we watch game video and plan out our moves against Chicago. By the time we get home, we still haven’t heard from Asta, and worry begins to creep in.

SIX

Asta

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