“Now,” I gasp.
Cole stills. Marco presses forward until the head of his cock pops past the tight ring. I whimper, forehead dropping to Cole’s shoulder. They both freeze.
“Move,” I whisper. “Please.”
They do have a perfect, synchronized rhythm. Cole pulls out as Marco pushes in, then switches. The fullness is overwhelming, perfect, filthy. Theo kneels by my head, cock brushing my lips. I open for him, take him deep, gagging when he hits the back of my throat. His hand fists my hair, guiding me.
Three cocks inside me. Three men worshiping me. The sounds are obscene, wet, rhythmic, my muffled moans around Theo’s shaft. I come again, sudden and violent, pussy and ass clenching so hard Cole groans beneath me.
They don’t stop.
Theo pulls out of my mouth, stroking himself, eyes locked on where Cole and Marco are moving inside me. “Fuck, look at you,” he rasps.
Another orgasm builds, coiling tight. Theo reaches under, finds my clit, and rubs ruthless circles. I scream around Cole’s cock, coming so hard the world whites out, squirting over Cole’s stomach.
They keep going.
***
I’m still shaking when Marco pulls out, slick and careful. Theo slides from under me, chest heaving. Cole’s hand cups my jaw, thumb brushing my swollen lips.
“More,” I whisper. “I’m not done.”
Marco’s eyes flash. He lies back in the center of the bed and pulls me on top of him. I straddle him, facing forward, legs hooked over his shoulders in one smooth move. He lines up and drives into my pussy, deep and punishing, the angle perfect. I cry out, nails digging into his chest.
Theo moves behind me, lube dripping down my crack again. He presses in slowly. My ass is already open and ready. He fills me. Cole kneels in front of my face, cock brushing my lips. His hand rests lightly around my throat, just enough pressure to feel my pulse race. “Eyes on me, baby.”
I take him deep, moaning around him as Marco and Theo find a brutal rhythm, alternating strokes, one in, one out, never empty. The stretch is overwhelming and perfect. Cole’s fingers tighten the tiniest bit when I gag, then loosen, guiding me.
“Look at you,” Theo growls behind me and spanks me once. “Taking all three of us like you were fucking born for it.”
I come again, harder than before. My pussy and ass clench, squirting over Marco’s stomach. My whole body locks up, vision sparking white. They don’t stop. Cole pulls out of my mouth, lets me scream, then slides back in.
“Again,” Marco demands, thumb finding my clit and rubbing merciless circles.
I sob, overstimulated and perfect, and come a fifth time, smaller but deeper, every muscle trembling.
They finally ease out of me, gentle now. I’m on my knees in the center of the bed, surrounded.
“On your back,” I manage.
They obey instantly.
I stroke Cole and Theo, slow and firm, while Marco fists himself above me. The candlelight paints us gold, sweat-slick skin, heaving chests, eyes locked on me.
“Come on me,” I breathe. “All of you. I want to wear you.”
Cole groans first, thick ropes across my tits. Theo follows, painting my stomach. Marco growls my name and comes hard over my throat and collarbone, hot and endless.
I’m covered, dripping, claimed.
I scoop a streak from my breast and lick it clean, eyes never leaving theirs. Then another. And another. They watch, wrecked, feeding me the rest with trembling fingers, Cole, Theo, Marco, until every drop is gone and I’m trembling with aftershocks.
“I’m not scared of hearing anymore,” I whisper into the quiet after we’ve collapsed on the bed, satiated.
Four heartbeats answer me, steady and strong.
We fall asleep like that, limbs intertwined, candles burning low, my body marked and cherished and finally, truly home.
