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"Is my ass going to be what finally breaks you?" I ask him, failing to keep the smile off my lips.

"You found my kryptonite," he murmurs, laughter in his voice.

I feel the bed dip and look over to see Lach lying down, his head on a pillow. "Come sit on my face, Carebear."

"But —"

"Go." Jack pulls out and slaps my ass to get me going. I crawl over to Lach and climb on top of him, shrieking when he pulls me down to seal his lips over my clit.

"Hold on to the headboard and push your hips back," Jack says, straddling Lach's torso behind me.

Oh, God.

I angle my hips, offering myself to him. "Fuck me, Jack," I say, giving him permission before he has to ask. He drags his cock over me, holding himself in position as he pushes into me slowly. As Jack bottoms out, Lach pulses his tongue over me, keeping my body relaxed.

I hear a moan and look back to see Cam standing at the end of the bed, his cock in his hand. Jack follows my gaze and pulls back from me.

"Change of plans," he says, helping me climb off Lach's face. "Do you think you're ready for all of us? If we don't let off some steam now, we won't last long enough to fuck you the way we want to later."

"God, yes."

Cam prowls toward me, puts a knee on the edge of the bed, and palms the base of my throat, pushing me back into the pillows as he stretches his body over mine. He teases my clit with the head of his cock before ramming into me, my back bowing as neglected nerve endings spark to life.

Lach tilts my chin toward him, biting my lower lip and drawing me into a kiss that tastes like sex. "Flip her on top," he murmurs to Cam. "Jack looks like he might die if he doesn't get his cock in her again." Cam rolls, pulling me with him, and I collapse to his chest as he thrusts back into me.

Jack gets into position behind me, gripping my hips, his hands shaking with need. "We'll start with two and then change positions once you're comfortable," he says, his voice low and husky. "Are you ready?"

I've never been more ready for anything in my entire life.

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Ipress my cheek into Cam’s shoulder as I rock my clit over his pubic bone. The bed dips as Jack climbs up behind me, rough hands sliding over my hips as he positions himself. A low, strangled sound tears from my throat as he slides the head of his cock over me, teasing me.

"Are you ready?" he asks, his deep brogue sliding over my skin like silk.

"Yes," I moan. He holds his cock firmly in one hand as I push back against him. A breath hisses from between his lips as he slides past the tight ring of muscle.

"Fuck," I gasp, struggling to breathe, my body misfiring, signals confused. The feeling of fullness is overwhelming. Jack gives me a second to adjust and then slides in slowly, bottoming out with a groan. I whimper as the need to come becomes all-consuming. I slide my body forward, grinding my clit against Cam, and then push back. Jack meets me with a solid thrust, his resulting moan sending goosebumps skittering over my skin.

"God, I can feel your cock inside her," Cam rasps, his breath stuttering as Jack thrusts again. Cam grasps my hips, pulling my body tightly to his as he circles his hips underneath me. Running my fingers over his stubbled jaw, I press my lips to his, our tongues tangling.

"Come with me, little witch," Cam whispers, his hooded gaze trapping me and dragging me under. I whimper as they push into me simultaneously, the three of us finding a rhythm and climbing together. I look up and meet Lach’s dark gaze as my body explodes. My body grips them tight, their hips stuttering against me as their worlds narrow to this one moment. We collapse into a heap of slick skin, sweat-soaked hair, and gasping breaths.

Jack pulls out carefully, lying down next to Cam, his chest heaving. Lach reaches for my waist, helping me roll off Cam. I land next to him, our stunned gazes meeting in the mirror overhead. We burst out laughing, grinning at each other like love-struck teenagers. Lach rolls off the bed and grabs my ankles, pulling me toward him, not warning me before dropping to his knees and eating me out like a starving man. My entire body flinches when he sucks on my clit, the feeling riding the thin edge between pleasure and pain.

"Lach, it’s too much," I gasp. "I don’t know if I can?—"

"Oh, you’re going to," he pants, pushing two fingers into me, crooking them up to massage my g-spot. He continues the onslaught as he stands, his dark gaze pinning me to the bed. A lock of hair falls over his forehead as he leans over me, brushing his lips over the tops of my breasts before pulling a nipple into his mouth. I writhe beneath him as my body starts to spasm around his fingers. He pulls out and guides his cock into place, his jaw flexing as he slams home. He rests his weight on his elbows on either side of my head, cradling my face.

"Come with me," he whispers, smoothing tangled hair away from my face. He circles his pelvis against mine, grinding against my clit, and then thrusts again, angling his hips so the head of his cock hits my g-spot. I get lost in the swirling blues and greens of his eyes as he expertly brings me to the precipice. He tilts my chin up, forcing me to look in the mirror. I watch the long lines of his back as he claims me, his muscles bunching as I slide my fingers over him. One more thrust and he’s dragging me over the edge with him, both of us tumbling into the abyss. His body tenses, hips spasming, ass clenching as he spills into me. I dig my nails into his shoulders as my orgasm rips through me, my entire body seizing.

We lay there gasping for breath until a knock on the door has us scrambling up. Lach scoops me into his arms and carries me to the bathroom while Cam and Jack shrug into thick, fluffy robes.

"We’ll let them deal with that while I get you cleaned up," Lach murmurs, using his elbow to turn on the shower. He sets me on my feet, lifting the lid of the toilet. "Pee," he demands, "I refuse to have the memory of this weekend ruined by a UTI." I obey without complaint, then let him lead me into the shower, my knees wobbling like a newborn deer’s. He positions me under the stream of water, steam billowing between us, making this feel like a fever dream.

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly, pulling my body against his.

"Maybe ask me that after I drink a gallon of water and eat something," I say, chuckling.

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