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Callan smiles and presses a kiss to my lips. “Good girl.”

The three of them get on the bed and start working to make sure I’m prepped for this. They kiss me, passing me back and forth between them, until I’m loose limbed and eager, going where they put me.

Then Callan’s fingers find their way between my legs. I’m already worked up from coming twice and Ares fucking me, so he’s able to get three fingers inside me without a problem.

That feels good, and I moan, trying to work my hips down to get more.

“Are you ready for me?” Callan asks.

I nod, desperate to have him inside me now. After talking about it so much and thinking about it even more, I need it.

“Please, please, please,” I pant, spreading my legs wider for him.

He curses and strokes himself, getting hard again already just from this. When he’s over halfway there, he starts working his cock into me, filling me up.

Even not quite all the way hard, he’s so fucking big. It takes my breath away as he slides in inch by inch, and I’m left writhing in place while he holds me still. My chest heaves as I fight to breathe through the pleasure, and Callan doesn’t waste any time before giving me more of it.

He starts fucking me, and he’s not being gentle. He’s giving me the full length of his cock with each thrust, burying himself inside me again and again. All I can do is hold on, as he goes harder than he has before to get me warmed up to take even more.

“Look at how well you’re taking me,” he groans. His hand comes down to touch the place where we’re connected, fingers dancing around where I’m stretched out on his cock.

I whimper in response. “Feels so good. Fuck, Callan.”

“Good girl. You’re so good. You’re gonna take all of us tonight, aren’t you, wildflower? Just like you were made for it.”

I nod eagerly, trying to remember how to breathe.

Callan looks to Ares and Tate and some signal passes between the three of them. Ares and Tate are fully hard again and clearly ready.

There’s some position shifting, and Callan moves so he’s under me and I’m on top of him, riding him now. Tate moves to slot in behind me, and I feel the head of his cock bumping against my pussy.

With Callan so thick inside me, it seems like there shouldn’t be any room for Tate in there. But he starts with his fingers, liberally coated in lube and my own arousal, slowly, slowly making space.

It’s so intense. It hurts, but it’s not quite pain either. It’s just that stretch as my body works to accommodate another cock in my pussy, white hot and unignorable.

I have to remind myself to breathe several times, especially when the head of Tate’s cock starts to push in right alongside Callan’s.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Breathe, baby,” Tate murmurs. His voice is strained, and I wonder what this feels like for him. “We’re almost there.”

I whine at the feeling of it, squirming between them. It’s so much, and my body keeps flopping between it being too much and not enough. I don’t know how it could possibly be not enough.

But after several minutes, Tate heaves a sigh and pushes in the last little bit, his cock fully in me alongside Callan’s.

“Holy shit,” he breathes. “Oh my god. You’re incredible, Brynn. You’re so fucking good, pretty girl. Taking us like this. Letting us in. Letting us have you like this. Fuck.”

He’s so close to babbling, and it’s good to know I’m not the only one affected by this.

Tate and Callan start moving together, getting me used to the feeling of the two of them inside me. Immediately it’s overwhelming. If I thought Callan’s size was enough to rub against every part of me, having him and Tate moving like this is scratching itches I didn’t even know I had. Every time they move it’s like getting hit with a freight train of sensation, and I can barely breathe through it.

Then Ares finds his place in the tangle of bodies and starts to play with my ass.

His fingers are slick as he probes the tight curl of my asshole, dipping inside slowly and carefully.

My low, guttural “fuck” sounds like it’s been punched out of me, and I grab on to Callan because I need something to hold on to.

“Think about how full you’re going to be,” Ares says. “All you’re gonna be able to feel is us, firefly. That what you want?”