PROLOGUE
“Right there,” I manage, his thumb circling my clit while his index and middle finger probe my entrance.
I’m driven out of my mind.
I’m so hungry and obedient, I’m willing to do anything for a release.
I’m on the razor’s edge, tiptoeing toward a shattering orgasm, as Cole trails kisses down my body again.
He tastes every inch of my bare skin, letting his fingers brush gently over the fine stretchmarks that frame my hips before he dives face-first into my pussy.
I cry out in sweet agony when his tongue flicks over my clit. His mouth makes sweet love to my flesh, lips closing around the swollen nub.
He sucks it harder and harder, his tongue pressing while his fingers enter me, test me, explore me on a deeper level.
“Let go,” Asher beckons me.
I look at him; he and Toby have their massive cocks in their hands, watching.
I’m the star tonight. I’m the object of their desire.
And my total pleasure is their supreme objective.
“You taste like the best kind of addiction,” Cole growls, then finger-fucks me into oblivion. I raise my hips to meet his capable fingers as he goes deep and suckles my clit until, finally, I explode.
I come hard and gushing, panting and heaving, as I ride the wave, as the orgasm crashes through my body and mind, and I hold onto Cole’s powerful shoulders and beg him.
“I need you inside me right now.”
“Right now?” he asks, his lips, glistening with my juices, stretch into a smile.
“Right now, please.”
A split second later, he’s on top of me, and I wrap my legs around his waist as he splits me in half. I hold my breath, stunned by his sheer size—all of him deep inside me, a perfect, maddeningly marvelous fit.
Our eyes lock as Asher and Toby move around to flank me. My hands reach for them, fingers tangled in their black and silver locks, as they each take one nipple in their wet, hot mouths.
Their rugged beards tickle.
Their teeth nibble and send stinging sensations through my torso as Cole fucks me harder, deeper.
“Oh, God,” I manage as my breasts bounce with every thrust, and the twins keep a tight hold. They have me pinned down to the sofa, while Cole pumps me full of him.
Every inch, thick and hard, filling me.
Stretching me.
Sending me into the deepest ocean of pure ecstasy.
Cole grunts as he watches me unravel before him, as he pounds into me, harder and deeper and faster, until the edges of reality blur into darkness.
I hold onto his brothers, a thousand intricate sensations bursting through me at once, as Cole smiles and goes even harder.
“You were made for us, Willow, every inch of you,” he says.
His breathing becomes ragged, his brow furrowed.
I can feel him swelling even thicker inside me.
