I keened, my hips pushing back against Nox’s finger, a silent betrayal of my body’s true desires.
He worked me open, first with one finger, then two, stretching me, preparing me. The initial discomfort faded, replaced by a dark, sinful pleasure that made my head spin. The burn was delicious, a slow, constant heat that built deep in my core.
Then Eamon’s hand slid down my belly, his fingers finding my clit, already swollen and sensitive from my previous orgasms. He began to circle it, sending fiery jolts of pleasure straight through me.
“Please,” I begged, my voice a ragged whisper. “Please…”
Nox’s fingers withdrew, leaving me feeling suddenly, achingly empty. I whimpered at the loss, but the sound was cut short by the feeling of him positioning himself at my rear entrance.
He entered me slowly, carefully, the broad head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle. I cried out as he stretched me, filling me in a way I could never have imagined before. It hurt in a way that felt like a wildfire, but a wave of pleasure followed in its wake.
“Breathe, little mate,” Eamon urged, his fingers still working my clit. “Let him in. Let us have all of you.”
Nox slid deeper, and I cried out. He was patient, giving me time to adjust to his size, at least until he pushed all the way inside me.
Then he began to fuck my ass in earnest.
Each stroke was a deep, possessive thrust that sent pleasure coursing through me.
Eamon’s fingers on my clit were like a drug, driving me towards the edge. My hips rocked back against Nox, meeting his thrusts.
My head fell, my eyes fluttering shut, and I moaned.
“Look at me,” Eamon commanded.
I forced my eyes open, my gaze locking with his. He was still kneeling in front of me, his expression a mixture of primal need and an adoring tenderness that made my chest tighten.
I felt a movement beside me, and then Griff was there, kneeling beside Eamon. His magnificent body was on full display, his cock in his hand, stroking it slowly as he watched us.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he growled.
I opened my lips and he pressed the tip of his cock to mytongue. I wrapped my mouth around his thick length, taking him a bit deeper as I got used to the feeling.
He groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. “That’s it, mate. Take me deep.”
I relaxed as much as I could, letting his impressive girth slide deeper, until he was hitting the back of my throat.
Griff’s hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, making my head spin. I could feel his controlled restraint, the instinctual need to claim me warring with the gentle way he held my head.
Nox’s thrusts in my ass became harder, faster, his grip on my hips tightening.
“You’re so fucking perfect, mate,” he grunted.
Eamon’s fingers on my clit were a masterful torment, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with a light pressure that had me squirming, my hips pushing back against Nox, silently begging for more.
The tightness in my core squeezed, demanding release. Everything else ceased to exist. There was only Nox’s cock in my ass, Griff’s cock in my mouth, and Eamon’s fingers on my clit.
“You look so beautiful like this,” Eamon praised. “Taking all of us one after the other.”
I moaned around Griff’s cock, the vibration making him curse under his breath. His hips bucked, and I took him deeper, my throat relaxing to accommodate him.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Take me down that pretty throat.”
Nox’s movements became more erratic, his rhythm faltering as his own release built. His hands tightened around my waist, his grip possessive, almost bruising.
Then I felt the tell-tale swelling at the base of Nox’s cock. But this was different. This was new. The thought of him knotting in my ass, of being tied to him in such a forbidden, intimate way, sent a jolt of heated desire through me.
My inner walls clenched in anticipation, a hungry, desperate response that made him growl.
