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Then I see him clearly, and my amusement vanishes.

Long and lean, packed with muscle, skin pale and smooth where it’s not covered by complex inked designs and old scars that draw my attention from one place to the next. His cock stands out hard, the tip flushed red and already wet.

I want to lick it clean.

The room takes on a dreamlike quality after that. Hunger surrounds me in every direction, tangible enough to touch. I want all of them. I want every inch of skin beneath my mouth. I want to be filled, stretched between them, driven beyond every limit I think I have.

Nobody hesitates.

Briggs reaches me first. He pulls me into his lap and drags me down onto his rampant cock with a shivering groan that vibrates through both of us. But it’s his fingers that delve into my slick entrance, while his mouth captures my breasts, sucking hard on my nipples as they bounce in front of his face.

Behind me, Torin drops to his knees, holding my jaw he pushes his fingers into my mouth. I suck and lick them until he’s satisfied they’re wet enough. The next moment, I feel his hands cup my ass cheeks then spread them wide.

“Open up,” he tells me thickly, his fingers wet from my mouth rubbing against the opening, making me shiver with anticipation when Ashby comes in behind. Torin holds me open while Ashby lines himself up and pushes into my ass with rough, hungry precision, letting out a deep groan of satisfaction.

The first shock of pressure as Ashby enters hits so hard I cry out, and again as Brigg’s fingers thrust into me at the same time, his thumb strumming my clit.

Pleasure and pain crash together until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.

Torin strokes his cock and watches my face with complete focus, taking in every reaction. His free hand glides up my spine as if trying to soothe the storm tearing through my body as Briggs fingers push deeper, and Ashby stretches me around the thick, burning length of his cock.

The sensation overwhelms me.

My body gives way around him piece by piece, until physical reality narrows to the places where we connect. The stretch continues, relentless, then finally breaks open. My whole body shudders as the climax hits me, wrenching hoarse moans from my lips a second before Ashby buries himself fully inside me with a ragged gasp that punches straight through my chest.

Everything stops.

We hang there together, panting, balanced on the edge, and I'm suddenly aware of every heartbeat, every ragged breath. Briggs beneath me. Torin beside me. Ashby behind me. Their pulses pound through every place we're touching.

The realization nearly destroys me.

Then Briggs sinks his teeth into my shoulder as he impales me on his swollen cock. Ashby still fills me from behind but waiting. Briggs starts to move, tentatively at first, eyes on mine, checking if I’m okay with it. I kiss him hungrily and his restraint vanishes. His pace picks up, harder and rougher, hips moving like pistons, driven more by need than technique.

My body shakes as waves of pleasure consume me again. My walls tighten around him and he groans, the sound torn from somewhere deep. Ashby doesn’t hesitate, driving his hips forward in counterpoint while his hands lock over Torin's, all three of them working together to keep me exactly where they want me.

My thoughts dissolve into fragments. Broken sounds. Half-formed syllables. The overwhelming rush of these three gorgeous lunatics trying to fuck me to death robs me of any coherence.

Every sensation stacks on top of the next. The friction. The bruising length of Ashby behind me. The fullness of Briggs inside me. The entire world contracts until nothing exists beyond the burning center where I'm stretched apart and remade. My body jerks violently. I claw at Torin's thigh for support and hear a rough, feral sound tear free.

It's mine.

At least I think it is.

By then, the boundaries between us have blurred.

Ashby's pace turns merciless, stealing breath from my lungs with every thrust. Hands move across my body, stroking, squeezing, pinching, owning every inch of my flesh, and I stop tracking who they belong to. Breath catches against my spine. Gasps and low curses spill through the room from all around me. Briggs drives into me again and again, and each movement drags my clit against the slick plane of his stomach. My nerves flare white hot every time.

I let my head fall back against Ashby's shoulder.

Torin slides the head of his cock between my lips. A shudder runs through me, the sweetness catching me off guard.

He's salt and heat and impossible hardness, and when he croons, “Let me fuck your mouth, baby,” every part of me melts for him. I'd give him anything.

His fingers slip into my hair and guide me with a tenderness that clashes beautifully with the hunger behind every thrust. The care in his touch never softens what he's doing. Each movement presses deeper, demanding more from me.

I choke around him, tears gathering in my eyes while spit trails down my chin, yet I keep taking him, greedy for every inch. My hand wraps around the wrist controlling my head, holding on as though he's the only solid thing left in the world.

He fills my mouth completely.