Grey chuckles as he releases my wrists to palm my breast, thumb flicking my nipple hard enough to spark lightning down my spine. Misha’s hand slides between Oliver and me, finding my clit with the wicked precision he’s perfected over the years. He rubs tight circles, matching the slow drag of Oliver’s cock once he finally starts to move.
“Fuck, look at her,” Grey growls out. “Taking Ollie so pretty. You love being stuffed full, don’t you, Princess?”
I can only nod frantically, mouth open on silent cries. Oliver’s thrusts in even deeper, his measured strokes hitting that spot inside me over and over until my thighs shake. Misha’s fingers speed up, slick with my wetness and his own saliva, and I’m already climbing again.
Oliver’s breath hitches just as his rhythm falters. “I’m close,” he grits out on a pant, sweat beading on his top lip. “Amelia… where…”
“Inside me,” I beg, nails digging into his shoulders. “Want to feel you.”
It snaps something in him, and he surges forward even harder, his hips punching into me hard once, twice, and then he’s coming in hot pulses deep inside me. His head falls back, exposing his throat, as he groans my name like it’s the only word he knows, and I tip right over with him. My second orgasm slams into me, tighter than the first, clenching around him so hard he shudders and collapses forward.
We breathe heavily together for several seconds before he kisses my neck, my jaw, my lips, and whispers, his words shaky, “Love you till my heart gives out.”
A moment later, he carefully slips out of me, and I whine at the sudden emptiness, at the wet rush of his come trickling down my thigh.
“Now,” Misha says, flipping me onto my stomach. “It’s my turn, Bug.” He pulls my hips up, and spreads me open with his warm palms. “Look at this pretty pussy, swollen and dripping with Ollie’s come. Fucking gorgeous.”
He drags the head of his cock through the mess, coating himself, teasing my clit until I’m pushing back against him with desperate little sobs. He thrusts in hard, no warning, and I scream into the sleeping bag. The angle is so different, stretching me brutally.
Grey grabs my hair and pulls my head up, and my body lights up with the differences between their handling of me versus Oliver’s.
He kneels in front of me and palms his cock, then strokes himself lazily. “Open that smart mouth for me, Princess.”
I do, eagerly, and he feeds me his cock inch by inch until my lips are stretched around him, nose brushing the trimmed hair at his base. The taste of him, salt and skin and Grey, floods my mouth. Misha sets a relentless pace behind me, skin slapping skin, one hand gripping my hip hard enough to leave fingerprints, the other sliding around to rub my clit in time with his thrusts.
“That’s it,” Grey praises, picking up speed, his grip in my hair tightening. “Take us both. Such a greedy little girl, choking on my cock while Misha wrecks your cunt.”
I moan around him, the vibration making his thighs tense. Misha’s fingers speed up mercilessly, and the dual assault is too much. My third orgasm builds fast and vicious, coiling so tight I’m shaking. Misha curses under his breath and slams in deeper.
“Milk my cock,” he pants out. “Show me how much you love being fucked stupid.”
The words shatter me. I come with a muffled scream around Grey’s cock, pussy clamping down on Misha so hard he groans like he’s dying. He thrusts once, twice, then buries himself to thehilt and comes with a guttural moan, flooding me with heat until it’s leaking out around him, mixing with Oliver’s.
He collapses over my back, kissing my spine, my shoulder blades, before murmuring, smug and breathless, “Three.”
I try to laugh, but Grey’s cock is still in my mouth, and my whole body is shaking from aftershocks. He pulls out with a wet pop and flips me onto my back again. My legs are jelly, but he spreads them wide, the movement making Misha’s and Oliver’s cum slide out in a warm gush.
Grey’s eyes turn molten. “Look at that,” he growls out, thumb sliding through the slick and pushing it back into me. “Stuffed full with us. Just wait until I’m leaking out of you too.”
Misha catches my wrist and guides my hand down, wrapping my fingers around the base of Grey’s cock.
“Feel him,” he murmurs, breath hot against my ear. “Feel how hard he gets knowing you’re dripping with us.”
“Holy shit,” Oliver breathes out at the same time Grey curses.
He shudders when my fingers tighten, his cock nudging against the mix leaking down my folds. “Rub me through it,” he orders, voice rough. I do, stroking him once, twice, coating him in the messy blend of them and me. His abs tighten as he moans. “That turns you on, huh? Being stuffed so deep you can still feel it leaking out?” His hand closes around my wrist, guiding my fingers to rub my clit through the slick. “Goddamn, you’re shaking for it.”
My hips jerk, helpless.
“Open for me, Princess,” he raps, pushes my hand away, then hooks my legs over his shoulders, lines himself up, and slams home in one thrust. I cry out at the overstimulation. I’m so full, so sensitive, and every nerve is screaming.
For more, for less, for everything.
He folds me nearly in half, ankles by my ears, and I feel everything inside me. Oliver’s cum, Misha’s cum, Grey’s cockdragging through the mess, hitting depths that make my eyes roll back.
I cry Grey’s name in a broken plea.
“I know,” he growls out, hips snapping hard enough to jolt my whole body. “I know, baby. Gonna give you everything.”
