Page 76

Tate slides into me again, fucking me slow. It feels so good, but it’s too slow for me to be able to come from it. I don’t know how he’s managed to last this long, but he has total control right now. His strokes are even and measured, and even though the drag and slide of his cock in me sends heat curling through my core, it’s not enough.

“Tell me when you’re close,” he says.

“Why?” I manage to choke out.

“Because I’m stopping right before you come. And then one of them gets to finish what I started.”

I can’t help but moan. The idea of that is so hot, and it pushes me that bit closer to my peak.

Tate keeps fucking me, keeping that slow, deep pace, and when I start to feel the tension going tighter, I do what I was told and tell Tate that I’m close.

And he stops. Just like he said he would. I almost weep from the disappointment of it, tears pricking at my eyes. But then Ares moves in and takes his place.

There’s a look on his face, a little pained, a little wild, that makes me realize the guys have been torturing themselves a bit too. Dragging it out for me means they’ve been doing the same to themselves.

He lines up and shoves his cock into me, and it’s so hard and fast that it’s just enough to finally drive me right over the edge.

My mouth opens in a silent cry, and Callan is right there, pinching my nipples hard.

“Come,” he says. “Come for us, wildflower.”

After everything they’ve put me through, just the order is enough to have me screaming and coming so hard my vision goes blurry. I whimper through it, twisting under Ares as my body is wracked with pleasure and sensation. It’s this close to being too much, but that doesn’t make them let up on me at all. Tate rubs at my clit, and Callan keeps toying with my nipples while Ares fucks me through the waves of pleasure that don’t seem to want to end for a while.

It takes me a few minutes to come back to myself, still shivering from the aftershocks of pleasure. Ares pulls out before he comes, his cock bobbing in the air, shiny and slick with my release.

Callan comes and sits on his heels on the bed, and he grabs me up, moving me with ease. I’m as loose as a rag doll as he settles me in his lap so I’m straddling him, his cock bumping against the sensitive entrance of my pussy.

I whine at the feeling, shuddering hard as a jolt moves down my spine.

Callan doesn’t give me any mercy. He grabs my hips and drags me down onto his thick cock, smirking when my breathing stutters.

“Does it hurt?” he asks.

“Yes,” I whimper back, squirming in his hold. I’m not quite stretched enough to take him like this, so there’s that stretching pain, but it also feels so fucking good to feel how big he is right there against me.

“Do you want it all?”

I nod eagerly, my body pulsing in agreement. “Yes, please. I want it.”

Heat spreads across Callan’s face, and his eyes go impossibly darker with it. “Then try harder,” he says, and it comes out on a growl.

I swallow hard and do as he says, sinking down deeper onto his cock, practically coming undone again when I feel the ridges of his piercings rubbing against me. It takes me a while, and my legs tremble as I raise and lower myself, working my hips as I take more and more of him. I’m a sweaty mess by the time I get all of him into me, gasping for air and clawing at his shoulders.

“Good girl,” he groans. “You’re so fucking good.”

He tips me backward until I’m on my back on the bed again, and then takes over, giving my muscles a break.

That’s about the only thing that gets to rest as he starts fucking into me hard and fast. With how big he is, I can feel him everywhere. His cock rubs against my inner walls with every thrust in and pull out, and it sets me on fire with the feeling of it. My nerves are raw and ragged by now, and every part of me is oversensitive.

It only takes a few minutes before I’m coming again, arching hard as pleasure hits me like a live wire.

“Just like that,” Callan says. “I want one more from you. Can you do that?”

I don’t even know how to answer that question. I feel disconnected from my body in the way that I don’t have any control over the pleasure coursing through it. The orgasms slam into me, and all I can do is try to hold on through them. But I nod all the same because I want more.

So Callan gives it to me, fucking me harder, the sound of skin on skin ringing out. The cheap bed creaks under our weight and the force of his thrusts, and if there’s anyone on the other side of the wall, they’re getting a hell of a show right now.

Callan’s cock hits that spot inside me head on, the thick, blunt head of him slamming right into it again and again. Then I’m screaming again, clawing at Callan’s arms as I come for him one more time.