Grey’s cock pulses in my mouth, and I work my tongue over him with determined eagerness. My lips slide up and down his length, the taste and texture of him filling my senses. Each time I take him deeper, his groans become more desperate, and the tension in his grip on my hair tightens. I swirl my tongue around his head, savoring the way his pre-cum coats my tongue, a salty, intoxicating flavor, and so him.
His breathing becomes ragged, and he pulls me in closer, my nose brushing against his pubic hair with each deep thrust. “Yes, that’s it,” he urges, his voice rough and strained. “Just like that. Take me deeper.”
My mouth works tirelessly, moving in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts, and the combination of sucking him and being filled by Misha and Oliver is almost too much to handle. The pleasure is overwhelming, the hot pressure of Grey’s cock against the back of my throat mingling with the relentless thrusts inside me.
The room is alive with the slick sound of skin on skin, the ragged breaths that escape their lips, and the filthy, beautiful words that leave their mouths.
“That’s my girl.”
“You take it so well.”
“I love when you whimper for us.”
“That’s it, baby.”
The praise washes over me, bolstering my confidence. I ride Oliver harder, meeting each of Misha’s thrusts with equal fervor.
Misha leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Come for us, Bug,” he urges, tension clear in every word. “Let go.”
And I do. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, and Grey pulls out of my mouth when my body convulses around Oliver and Misha’s cocks as I cry out in ecstasy. I grip Oliver’s shoulders hard, my nails digging into his skin as they continue to move inside me, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a quivering mess of sensation.
When my orgasm subsides, Oliver stiffens beneath me, his cock pulsing as he finds his own release. Misha isn’t far behind, his fingers digging into my hips as he buries himself deep inside me one last time, their cocks pulsing in unison as they fill me with their cum, so much so it starts seeping out of me.
Grey kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping against mine. Misha pulls out, placing a tender kiss on my shoulder before he collapses onto the bed, his chest heaving. I’m acutely aware of the wetness between my thighs, the evidence of our shared pleasure mingling with Oliver’s.
Grey’s hands are on me then, helping me off Oliver’s still-hard cock, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. He lays me on the bed, my legs falling open for him, an unspoken invitation. His dark blond hair is tousled, but his eyes—his eyes are soft as they roam over me.
“Are you done, baby?” Grey murmurs, his breath warm as his fingers trace lazy patterns on my inner thigh, inching closer to my swollen, sensitive center.
I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips despite my exhaustion. “I’m never done until you are,” I tell him, the desire in his eyes kindling a fresh wave of arousal within me.
He positions himself between my legs, his gaze locking onto mine as he glides the head of his cock up and down my slit. “Can you take me already?”
I nod, my breath hitching in anticipation. Grey pushes into me, his cock sliding in easily with the help of Misha’s and Oliver’s cum still dripping out of me. He groans as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush against mine. “I love fucking you when you’re already such a mess after they’ve had their turn,” he mutters, raw and full of need.
I nod eagerly becauseI love that too.
“Use your words, baby. Tell me how it feels,” Grey commands, his fingers finding my clit as he starts to move inside me.
I gasp as he pushes deep into me, my body automatically responding to his touch. “It feels… so good. You feel so good,” I manage to say, trembling with each powerful thrust.
“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job for me,” he praises, his fingers rubbing against my clit in time with his thrusts. “Taking me after you already took two cocks. Baby, I’m so proud of you.” My body squirms beneath him, the sensations overwhelming as he plays with my clit while I’m impaled on his cock. “Squirm as much as you want. I won’t let you go until you come on my cock too.”
I’m already close, the tension coiling low in my belly, ready to snap. Grey’s fingers work their magic, his cock pushing deep inside me, making me gasp with each powerful thrust. “Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, and my body obeys his command, my orgasm washing over me in waves as I convulse around his cock.
He follows me over the edge, his release pulsing inside me as he buries his face in my neck, his chest heaving against mine.
We lie there, connected in the most intimate way possible, our hearts beating in sync. Then Grey rolls us over, his cock still buried inside me, and I collapse onto his chest, utterly sated and boneless. His arms tighten around me, holding me close. “Mmm… I love how you warm my cock,” he murmurs, a satisfied rumble vibrating through his chest.
Oliver and Misha lie next to us, their hands lazily tracing patterns on my skin.
“Mind-blowing,” Oliver breathes out.
“Incredible,” Grey says, his arms tightening around me.
“Perfect,” Misha concludes with a contented sigh, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Surrounded by these three remarkable men, I couldn’t agree more.
We are perfect—together.
