Sawyer moves aside, giving Clint room, but not before he drags a slow, teasing lick up my slick center. I cry out, legs buckling, but Reid’s grip is iron, holding me still.
Then Clint presses his blunt head to my entrance, the tip teasing my soaked folds. He begins to push in, inch by inch, low groans ripping from his throat as he fills me completely.
“Oh, Dakota,” he rasps, breath hot against my ear. “You feel like heaven.”
I bury my face in the velvet cushion, moaning something fractured and desperate. Every inch of him stretches me just right. Thick, deep, taking me so fully it’s like I’m fused to him.
Reid’s lips find my shoulder blade, brushing gentle kisses before nibbling. “You good?”
“More than good,” I pant, pressing back into Clint.
Reid shifts around, guiding his cock toward my mouth. “Think you can handle both ends?”
My heart thunders as I nod. My lips part, tongue flicking the head of his shaft. Reid groans, hips stuttering, when I take him deeper. I suck slowly, savoring every pulse.
Behind me, Clint’s thrusts turn rhythmic, each piston sending me jolting forward into Reid. I’m pinioned between them, every nerve ending alive: the slick friction of Clint’s cock sliding in and out, the wet pressure of Reid’s hardness in my mouth.
Sawyer kneels beside me again, a low whisper in my ear as his fingers dance across my spine.
“She loves it,” he breathes. “Look at her. She’s dripping all over Clint.”
Clint pounds harder, hips snapping against me.
“Good,” he growls. “I want her coming just like this.”
And I do. My body seizes, a roaring wave of pleasure that rips through me with savage force. My muscles clench around Clint, my jaw flexes around Reid, and I choke back a scream as the climax shatters me.
Warmth floods out, blending with the slick heat inside me, until everything goes white hot and distant all at once.
My cry is strangled, muffled by Reid’s cock, and it only makes the moment more intense, more unbearable. I tremble between them, utterly spent, as their thrusts carry me through the aftershocks, leaving me dizzy, dripping, and completely theirs.
My body seizes, pressing into Clint, a drawn bow, thighs quaking as if the earth itself trembles beneath me. Air eludes my lungs, movement escapes my limbs.
I’m ensnared—by Clint’s steely arms around my waist, by Reid’s callused hands gripping my jaw, by Sawyer’s sultry, profane whispers in my ear. I’m their captive, their plaything, utterly at their mercy.
Reid emits a primal, guttural curse, a beast unleashed.
“Fuck, Dakota…”
And then he’s throbbing in my mouth, his cock pulsating on my tongue, a hot, salty deluge cascading down my throat. My eyes fly open, tears spilling over, but I don’t retreat. I take it all, every last drop.
The moment is a detonation, my orgasm a cataclysmic storm, its force magnified by the raw, exhilarating shock of being used so completely, so thoroughly consumed.
I’m weeping now, my body convulsing like a stormy sea, breath hitching between gasps, moans, and the broken, desperate mewls of a girl pushed past her limits, yet begging for more.
Reid withdraws slowly, gently, his hand cradling my cheek as if he hasn’t just ravaged my mouth, as if he hasn’t just propelled me to the precipice of some dark, exquisite chasm and left me there, gasping and reeling.
“You are perfect, Dakota. Absolutely stunning.”
His praise is a wrecking ball, more devastating than the orgasm. I press my forehead to his chest, still trembling, still half dazed.
“Holy fuck,” I moan, my body still throbbing around Clint, a quivering, shattered thing. Sawyer’s kiss is deep and messy, his words a dark promise.
“That’s one.”
I barely snatch a breath before Clint withdraws and Sawyer takes his place behind me. He eases in, slow at first, transforming the overstimulation into something new, tender, almost loving. It doesn’t take long for his pace to quicken, his hand fisting my hair, forcing my gaze to lock onto Reid.
“You’re gonna take all three of us tonight,” Sawyer growls. “Over and over. Until you forget your own name.”
