Skylar smiles, and the way it lights up her whole face makes me want to scoop her up and fuck her into the mattress. She’s so beautiful.
"I watched you guys too."
"No." Mark looks at me, and I nod in encouragement. "We learned everything we could about you. What you like to eat, how you like your coffee, where you like to shop, how often you volunteer at the animal shelter in your neighborhood–"
"–who you hang out with, what kinds of naughty books you like, what sex toys you purchase," I add, watching her carefully.
Skylar huffs out a small laugh, then shakes her head when I don't laugh back. Her brow furrows as she tries to process what we're telling her. "How did you find all that out about me?"
Paul growls from across the room, furious that I'm revealing the extent of our obsession with Skylar, but she has a right to know.
"We monitored your computer. Tracked your cell phone. Read your emails. Even hired a PI at one point." I shrug when she looks at me in disbelief. I have zero guilt about my actions, and she should know that too. The extent to which we will go to understand her is indefinite.
"You guys stalked me?" Skylar squeaks. She isn't running from the room yet, so I take it as a good sign.
All three of us look at each other and respond at once.
"Kind of," Mark says.
"Yes," I respond.
"No," Paul growls, then concedes when she raises an eyebrow at him. "Maybe a little."
Skylar's mouth drops open in disbelief. "W-why?"
"Why?" Mark repeats, voicing our collective incredulity that Skylar doesn't yet understand our shared insanity for her.
"Because we're obsessed with you. This is not sudden for us. You are not a fling, or a whim, or a one-night stand," I grit out, wanting to make her understand how deeply our claim on her goes. "We’ve been in love with you for four long years."
Skylar's eyes widen as she does the math.
Mark continues, picking up where I left off. "From the second we met, we knew you were the one for us. The night of the Christmas party was not a one-and-done."
Paul's deep voice fills the room. "And we’re never letting you go again."
I stand, moving closer to the bed, and Paul and Mark walk over as well. We’re drawn to our girl like magnets.
I clear my throat. "You are—"
"—ours," we finish in unison.
We stand in a line at the foot of the bed facing her. Skylar swallows hard, her chest heaving as her eyes flare with lust. Her gaze bounces between the three of us. A slow smile spreads across her face as we stalk toward her. Mark heads left, Paul goes right, and I crawl up the middle of the bed.
Paul reaches her first. He cups her chin while she stares up at him. "Now, we're going to run a train on you."
She gasps at his choice of words.
I push her thighs apart, slotting myself between her open legs. She nods quickly, giving us her consent.
"You are going to let each of us fill you, and whoever goes last gets to stay inside you all night so that nothing escapes." Paul's filthy words destroy any sense of self-preservation she might have because, truthfully, we’re unreasonably in love with this woman.
Skylar moans as my tongue lands on her glistening pussy, and I growl as she reaches down to run her fingers through my hair. Paul and Mark undress quickly and join us on the bed. I lap at Skylar's sweet nectar, savoring every drop she releases. Her soft cries are music to my ears as I suck and lick her clit until her legs shake.
Paul taps me, and I stop what I'm doing, standing to undress.
"No. Please. I'll never run again, I promise!" Skylar's voice is husky, her eyes wild as she looks at us.
"We know," Paul says, leaning down to kiss her with a connection so intense, they both gasp as they break apart. "Because you are ours," he grits out.
