Boone’s thrusts came hard and sure, the thick stretch forcing little gasps from her even around Silas’s cock. Silas fisted her hair, angling her head to take him deeper, the heat of him pressing into her throat with every drive forward. The rhythm between them set quick — push, pull, fill — until her whole body rocked between their weight and heat.
Kenny stayed in her periphery, arms folded, gaze sharp. “Spread your feet, little fucktoy,” he said evenly. “You lose your stance too many times, I start counting errors.”
Her heart jumped in her throat at the name.Fucktoy. That’s exactly what she was at the moment. Her back arched more, and Boone made it farther into her pussy. Spreading her even wider.
Boone’s fingers locked around her hips, steadying her, forcing her to be still while he used her. Silas rolled his hips, rubbing his tip against the back of her throat before plunging deep again, cutting off her air. He pulled out enough she could suck air in through her nose, but she was riding the panic of not-enough-oxygen the whole damned time.
Her clit throbbed, the ache growing sharper with every drive of Boone’s cock. Heat coiled low, but she knew better than to chase it because Kenny’s rules were already in place. She’d be punished for every five unsanctioned orgasms these first days, until she could be properly trained not to have them.
Silas groaned, the vibration rumbling against her tongue. “She’s got a hell of a mouth.”
Boone’s answer was a low growl and a harder snap of his hips. “And this cunt’s going to keep me here all night if I’m not careful.”
The air thickened with the sound of flesh meeting flesh, of her muffled noises, of the men’s low, rough words. Boone’s fingers dug deeper into her hip; Silas’s hand tightened in her hair. The pressure built until Silas stiffened, thrusting deep and holding her in place as he pulsed into her throat. She swallowed automatically, his grip easing only when he was done.
He pulled free, tucking himself away as Boone’s pace turned punishing. She kept her knees barely bent for balance, fingernails digging into her legs just above her knees.
Finally, Boone’s groan hit her ears, his hips slammed tight to hers, heat spilling into her, his hands still gripping her hard enough she’d see the marks later.
When he withdrew, Kenny stepped in without missing a beat. “Resting inspection. Now.”
She straightened, hands reaching for her elbows behind her back, lungs dragging air in hard and fast. Her thighs trembled from holding steady, but she kept her feet planted.
Kenny circled her, slow. “Back to all fours.”
He took her through all the positions for-fucking-ever, and then directed her to kneel up, bared his dick, and finally said, “Deepthroat me, fucktoy. All the way down.”
He groaned when she did and ordered, “Hold it, little fucktoy. Don’t come off my dick until you have permission.”
She grabbed at the backs of his legs to hold herself on, her body fighting for oxygen, and came off the very instant he said, “Permission.”
Willow must’ve missed the wolves’ nonverbal communication, or perhaps they were telepathing? However they managed it, within minutes, the plug was out of her ass and she found herself full of three dicks while standing on one leg with her torso horizontal. Kenny in front of her, Boone and Silas standing side-by-side and hip-to-hip behind her.
Boone was back in her pussy, her left leg draped over his left arm and curled around his back. Silas crammed himself in her ass with plenty of lube and no prep — and her screams filled the room because…damn.
And Kenny was in her mouth, one hand cupping the back of her head, forcing his shaft into her mouth until her nose brushed his skin. Her jaw ached, her throat worked around him, and she barely managed to pull air in through her nose before he drew her right back down.
Silas drove into her ass like a motherfucking jackhammer, and the motion made her whole body flex with every impact, her muscles screaming to hold herself steady.
She didn’t have to balance on the leg she stood on, they had her, but it was holding a great deal of her weight. She only had to stand there, fight to breathe, and just take what they gave her. She was drowning in pleasure, inundated with movement and sensations. Overwhelmed by invasion and penetration, the friction and heat of three men ravaging her senses.
The rhythm was savage, unyielding — Boone’s hips slammed forward as Silas pulled back, then reversed, the stretch in both holes pushing her past coherent thought. Kenny’s cock filled her mouth in the same cadence, the three of them working her like she was nothing but a body to fuck.
Her clit throbbed with every jolt, every shift of their bodies. Heat pooled low, blazing higher with each pass until her breath hitched and her thighs trembled.
Kenny’s eyes narrowed, “Close, little fucktoy?”
She tried to nod around him but only managed a muffled noise.
“Good girl,” he said, voice steady as if they weren’t wringing her out. “You can come as many times as you can manage. Permission ends when I empty my balls down your throat.”
His permission hit like an electric spark. She moaned around his cock, the sound vibrating through him as her body clenched around both Boone and Silas. The orgasm rolled over her fast and hard, stealing her air and leaving her shaking, but the three of them didn’t slow.
If anything, they got rougher.
Silas’s hand dug into her hip, his cock a relentless piston in her ass. Boone’s thrusts hit deeper, harder, grinding her clit just enough to drag another climax out of her before she’d even come down from the last. Her moans turned broken, guttural, but her body kept responding, every nerve lit.
Kenny held the back of her head, keeping her mouth locked around his cock. His fingers tightened in her hair every time she tried to pull back for air, using her throat the way the other two used her pussy and ass. She was shaking from head to toe, her right leg quivering, struggling to hold her weight.
