Asher’s teeth graze my sensitive skin, and I yelp, arching into him. He soothes the nip with a slow lick while Zane hums in approval, drawing my clit into his mouth in a way that makes me see stars. Damon adds to the mix, swirling his tongue in tandem, and my head falls back, a broken moan ripping from my throat.
“Take it,” Damon growls. “Take all of us.”
My body locks up, pleasure sparking like a live wire. I grasp Asher’s shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle, my legs trembling under Zane’s grip. The orgasm hits me full force, every nerve lighting up, a wave of ecstasy so powerful that I can’t breathe. I cry out, my fingers and toes curling, my mind blanking out.
Damon’s breath ghosts across my thighs as he pulls away, letting me breathe for a second before Asher slides his mouth in, taking one last taste that makes me shudder.
I collapse against the sheets, chest heaving, eyes fluttering open. “Jesus,” I whisper, voice hoarse, as I sit up on my elbows, watching their cocks strain against their boxers. “That was…”
“You’re so damn gorgeous,” Zane says, voice rough as he takes his boxers off. The others follow suit. “But I can’t wait to come inside you.”
He grasps my thigh, lifting it so he can settle between my legs. Damon shifts, giving him room, and I feel Asher’s hands slip under my back, lifting me slightly.
Zane moves first, pressing the tip of his cock against my slick entrance. My breath hitches at the thick stretch, and I cling to Asher’s arms, nails biting into his biceps. Damon’s hand comes under my chin, turning my face so he can kiss me, swallowing the moan that rips free when Zane slides in deeper. He’s big—so big, I can’t help but whimper—but the flare of pleasure overrides any discomfort.
“God, she’s so tight,” Zane groans, starting a slow, shallow rhythm that steals my breath.
Asher’s palm skims over my breast, teasing my nipple in time with Zane’s thrusts. Damon takes my mouth in another searing kiss, and the world blurs. I only know heat, pressure, and a rising tension that has me writhing against them all.
“Mia,” Asher murmurs, trailing kisses down my throat. “I need you, too.”
My answer is another ragged moan. Before I can process, Damon eases off, letting Asher shift me onto my side, Zane still buried deep. The change in angle draws a sharp cry from my lips, pleasure spiking as Zane thrusts again. Asher settles behind me, his thick cock pressing against my ass. My body shudders with anticipation at the idea of both of them at once.
“Fuck,” Asher growls, kissing the nape of my neck. One arm loops around my waist, pulling me tight to his broad chest, the other guiding himself against me. Zane leans forward, bracing his hands on either side of my head, eyes locked on mine.
“You good?” Zane breathes, pausing. I can see the strain on his face, the control he’s fighting to maintain.
“Yes,” I manage, voice shaky but certain. “Don’t stop.”
Zane smirks, tension draining just enough for him to lean in and kiss me—hard, devouring. Then he begins to move again, slow, grinding strokes that have me arching off the mattress.
Behind me, Asher presses closer, sliding his cock between my cheeks, the slickness of his pre-cum easing the way. I grip Zane’s shoulders, overwhelmed by the mix of sensations—Zane filling me from the front, Asher teasing me from behind, and Damon watching us with dark, hungry eyes.
I feel Asher’s hand slide down to my clit, rubbing tight circles that spark pleasure beneath Zane’s thrusts. My nails dig into Zane’s skin, and he groans, dropping his head to my shoulder as he pistons into me harder, faster. Asher matches his rhythm, his breath hot against my ear.
“There,” Zane hisses, voice ragged. “Right there, baby.”
My orgasm comes like a tidal wave, ripping through me, my cry echoing in the room. My muscles clamp down on Zane, who curses and thrusts one last time before he spills inside me, burying his face in my neck. Asher’s fingers keep working my clit, drawing out every pulse of pleasure until I’m trembling in their arms.
Asher kisses my shoulder. “Fuck,” he mutters, leaning his forehead against my back. “That was…”
I turn to Damon, who steps forward, strong hands hauling me upright. My thighs ache, my breath still hitching, but I cling to his shoulders. He’s so damn big, every muscle carved like stone, but his touch as he lifts me is almost gentle.
“Come here,” he orders, voice thick.
I do. My legs wrap around Damon’s tapered waist as he lines up, cock pressing insistently at my entrance. Zane and Asher shift around us, arms brushing each other as they watch. There’s a brief moment—eye contact, silent understanding—before Damon drives in. The stretch, after everything else, is nearly too intense, but then pleasure flares bright, leaving me gasping.
Damon’s lips find mine in a bruising kiss that steals the rest of my oxygen. He fucks me with deep, measured thrusts, every snap of his hips jarring me in the best way possible. My fingers knot in his dark hair, clinging as he holds me suspended in his arms. I feel Asher’s and Zane’s gazes on us.
Damon growls, one hand splayed against my back, the other cradling my thigh to keep me in place. My breasts bounce with each thrust, and Asher reaches out, running his palm across my oversensitive nipple. I moan, the sensation bordering on too much.
“Look at you,” Zane murmurs, his voice still rough from his own release. “Taking all of us like a fucking goddess.”
I shudder, another wave of pleasure rising. Damon’s breath stutters. He buries his face in my neck, groaning, hips losing their rhythm as he nears the edge. The friction sends sparks dancing across my skin.
He thrusts once, twice, then stiffens, his guttural moan vibrating against my ear. I feel his release flood through me, andit triggers another orgasm so sudden, I can’t even form words—just a silent cry that wracks my body.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, Damon carefully lowering me onto the bed. I blink up at them—three enormous men, bigger than anything I’ve ever known, and yet they look at me like I’m precious. My heart twists, a moment of unguarded emotion that I can’t suppress.
