Boone climbed onto the bed and lay flat on his back. Kenny lifted her easily, setting her astride Boone’s hips.
She got a good look at his cock and her eyes boggled. It was bigger around than a Coke can. Maybe a Pringles can, though not super long, maybe slightly more than average.
It was the thickness that had done her in though.
The men guided her pussy back onto it and then forced her down hard onto his too-thick length, opening her impossibly wide all over again.
Her bruised thigh pushed against his muscled body, reigniting that deep, unrelenting ache Silas had pressed into the muscle.
Boone’s arms came around her. Gentle. She’d have said loving, but she reminded herself this was a one-time deal.
She rested her face on his lower chest, breathing in his scent, and for a moment it felt less like a scene and more like… belonging. Dangerous thinking for a one-night arrangement, and then she startled and moaned when a lubed finger pressed into her ass.
Her whole body jerked, but Boone’s arm locked tight around her, holding her in place. The reminder she wasn’t in control sent heat cascading through her.
One finger became two, and her moan went about three octaves higher. She wasn’t sure if the raw sound came from pain, surrender, or the unbearable relief of finally being taken apart.
And then Silas was at her side. “How am I supposed to get my dick in her mouth when Boone’s so damned tall? I’m not dangling my balls on his chest to fuck her face.”
“Damned straight you aren’t,” Boone said, and he lifted her upper body and moved her as if she was a clock hand being set forward two hours past midnight.
“Yeah,” Silas said. “That works.” He scooted his thighs under her, kneeling with his ass on his feet. “Open up, girly.”
Meanwhile Kenny’s fingers were out of her ass and the blunt head of his cock pressed in.
Pinned between them, surrounded, there was nowhere for her to go — only the steady drive of Boone beneath her, Kenny behind her, and Silas in front, the world narrowing to rhythm, heat, and the pulse of three wolves taking what they wanted.
Boone’s cock drove deep into her, stretching her full, the wide base of him grinding against her clit each time he bottomed out, igniting sparks that tore through her nervous system like fire.
Kenny’s steady pressure at her ass made her breath go shallow, but then the thick intrusion slid past the tight ring of muscle, filling her, burning her, overwhelming her senses and stealing every coherent thought.
They didn’t rush. Boone’s hips lifted from below, Kenny’s thrusts slow and deliberate from behind, the two of them finding a rhythm that rolled her forward toward Silas, who held the back of her head and used her like a masturbation toy.
At first, it was too much. Her body tried to keep up with all three of them at once, but the pleasure and stretch tangled with the helplessness until she couldn’t separate them.
Her only purpose in that moment was to take, to serve, to be filled.
Boone shifted slightly beneath her, the angle dragging his thickness across the sweetest spot inside her. Kenny answeredthe change with a deeper drive that forced a moan from her throat straight onto Silas’s cock.
The moan turned into a gasp, the gasp into a shiver, and then the first orgasm tore through her, sudden and hard, every muscle clenching around the cocks inside her. She thought she’d collapse, but they didn’t stop. Boone’s hands gripped her hips tighter, holding her open for Kenny’s relentless push, Silas using the rhythm to work deeper into her throat.
The aftershocks were still twitching through her when another built on their heels. Kenny’s cock pressed into her ass just as Boone’s hit that perfect angle again, and her cry broke around Silas’s shaft. Heat bloomed low in her belly, raced outward, and she came again, harder this time, shuddering, nails digging into the sheets.
They kept her there, riding that thin line between too much and not enough. Every time she thought she’d had her last, they found some new combination — Boone’s hips grinding while Kenny withdrew and thrust in again, and another orgasm would crash through, stealing her breath.
By the fifth one, she was limp between them, the rhythm the only thing holding her together. Her moans were muffled, raw, every sound vibrating against Silas until his pace sharpened.
“Almost there, girly,” he rasped, fingers tightening in her hair.
Kenny’s thrusts grew harder, his control still precise but the edge in his breathing unmistakable. He bent over her back, his weight pressing her down into Boone’s cock.
Silas’s grip on the back of her head tightened, hips driving, and a moment later he pushed in and ordered, “Swallow, Girly!”
He held himself at the back of her tongue, grunting, heat spilling into her mouth. She swallowed frantically while he held her in place, his cock pulsing until he’d emptied his balls and she’d swallowed every drop.
Kenny’s rhythm broke, hips snapping forward twice before he buried himself deep, the low growl in his chest vibrating through her spine as he came.
Pinned between them, still full of Boone’s thick, claiming girth, she could only breathe in shuddering gulps, the afterglow sparking through her even as her body trembled from the overload.
