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“You’re taking us so fucking well,” Tate grits out. “Like you were made for it. Made for us.”

“You should see how you look right now,” Callan groans. “Stuffed full, a drooling mess with your holes stretched around our cocks. Fucking beautiful.”

I moan, the sound mostly muffled by his cock. I can imagine I look obscene, but clearly they’re into that.

“Who does this pussy belong to?” Ares asks, and Callan lets me come up for air long enough to answer.

“Y-you,” I manage.

“Be more specific.”

I swallow hard. “You and Tate and Callan.”

“Good girl.”

“And whose ass is this?” Tate asks next.

“Yours and Ares’ and Callan’s.”

“And your mouth?” Callan asks.

“It’s yours. And Tate’s and Ares’.”

“Good.”

All of me claimed for them. And the way they’re fucking me, hips snapping, cocks buried as deep as they can get in me, they’re right. I belong to them right now. They’ve claimed me and I’m never going to be the same after this.

I’m also so fucking close to coming. The sensations climb higher and higher, the molten hot pleasure tipping into a fever pitch in my gut.

Ares reaches down and toys with my clit at the same time as Callan hits the back of my throat again and Tate shoves himself deeper into my ass, and that’s all it takes.

I scream around Callan’s cock, the sound coming out muffled and garbled, as my orgasm slams into me. It makes my eyes roll back and my vision go blurry around the edges, and as the three of them keep moving inside me, it draws the waves of pleasure out.

I feel half-drunk with it, writhing and shaking between them. Me coming must be enough to set them off as well, because I taste the salty spurts of Callan’s release and feel the heat flooding me when Ares and Tate come as well.

It’s a good thing they’re there to hold me up because I collapse after that, breathless, sweaty, and sated.

39

BRYNN

I feel so boneless and worn out in the aftermath.

I’ve never done anything like that before, but I loved every second of it. It was dirty and hotter than anything I’ve ever experienced. Privately, I can admit to myself that I want more. I want to test the limits of what my body can take. When it comes to these men, my body seems completely insatiable in a way it never has before. It all feels so good. So… right.

Eventually Ares and Tate move, letting me flop onto the bed. One of them goes to wet a washcloth in the bathroom, and they work together to clean me up, talking quietly as they wipe cum and sweat from my body and untie me.

“Technically,” Tate says as they work, “I don’t think that counts as you beating my record, Ares.”

Ares rolls his eyes. “I made her come plenty.”

“Yeah, we all did. Which is the point. Does it count if we’re all working together to make her come?”

“You’re both children,” Callan says, taking the high road. “I don’t need to engage in petty competitions to please Brynn.” As he says that, he reaches down between my legs.

I’m still so sensitive that it only takes him playing with my clit for a while before I’m whining softly, humping against his hand. He thumbs my clit and presses two fingers inside me, working his hand hard.

“Callan—” I choke out, toes curling, and then I’m coming again, trembling on the bed.