Ares yanks down my top so his brothers can see my breasts. “You know all about those, don’t you? Our girl is a dirty little thing.” He rubs his dick between my legs. “Do you think you need one with us? Or is that just what you tell the girls at your club?”
“So far, I haven’t needed one with you.”
“You don’t know us well enough,” Apollo says before his brother can reply. “I’d choose one just in case.”
“Okay.” I bite my lip and look at Ares and Atlas. They look like hungry wolves ready to take a bite out of me. “How about cherry?”
Ares squeezes my breast. “Sounds good, baby.” Then he looks at Atlas. “You good with that?”
He nods, then his hand is on my waist, pulling at my shorts. “Take these off. Show us your pretty pussy.”
Thankfully, it’s dark, so they can’t see everything I hate about my body in full color. I slide to the seat between them and inch my shorts and panties down my legs. But Ares is so impatient he tugs on one leg, and Atlas grabs the other. In seconds, I’m bottomless, giving Apollo the perfect view.
He brushes his thumb across his bottom lip and grunts in approval. “Spread her open,” he tells his brothers.
I’m already so wet that when Ares and Atlas lean over to peel back my pussy lips with their thumbs, I drip onto the couch.
“Fuck,” Apollo hisses. “Lick her pussy.”
Atlas bends over to lick some of my juices from my inner thigh before his tongue rolls over my clit. I whimper when he does it again, driving me wild with each flick.
My hand falls to the back of his head. “Atlas,” I whimper, slipping my fingers through his silky, black hair. “Oh, God. That feels good.”
He seems to like the encouragement and holds my gaze as he tastes me, eating my pussy like he’s starving. His fingers dig into the backs of my thighs, and I stop giving a shit about my body. Because after everything Atlas has said to me, I know he likes me. He thinks I’m sexy and powerful. And because of him, I feel more confident.
“You like that, Mistress?” Apollo asks, fisting his dick with a sick grin on his handsome face. “Huh? Tell me how much you like it when Atlas licks your pussy.”
“Mistress?” Ares asks. “Why are you calling her that?”
I look at Apollo, licking my lips. “It’s our little secret. Isn’t that right, Apollo? Only you know that side of me.”
“We’re talking about this later,” Ares grumbles and then nudges Atlas’s shoulder like he’s tapping into a wrestling match. “My turn. This ismypussy.”
I am his, aren’t I?
Now, I’m theirs.
I love the sound of that.
ChapterThree
Atlas’s lipscrash into mine. His inked hands roam over every inch of my body before pinching my nipples, tugging on the swollen buds.
Ares is between my legs, fingers pumping inside me as he sucks on my clit. This beautiful man is every bit the god he was named after. My entire body trembles with need, each lick bringing me closer to the finish line.
As Atlas bruises my breasts with his rough hands, he kisses me roughly, his tongue parting my lips like he’s trying to devour me. It doesn’t last long. A kiss here, another peck. And then he glances over at his twin.
Apollo strokes his dick so hard it probably hurts. “She’s so tight. Help Ares prepare her.”
What the fuck does that mean?
A shiver rolls down my spine. “Prepare me for what?”
Ares lifts his head, his lips glistening with my cum. “I know you’ve been sore, baby.” He kisses my pussy. “You can’t hide it from me. We have to stretch you out a little more so you can handle us.”
My mouth goes dry. “Like inside me at the same time?”
I’ve seen women do it at the club, and I have no idea how. One man is enough. Ares is so big he could split me in half with his dick.