He growled as he pierced my jeans. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling Ranger’s thick fingers stroking through my hair as Troop stood there, admiring Dutch’s handiwork. My jeans loosened around my hips. They fell away from my skin as I balled my hands into fists.
Then, with one singular motion, Dutch gripped my jeans and ripped them clear from my body.
“Ta-daaaaa,” he said mockingly.
“Perfect,” Troop said.
“Now, the rest of her clothes,” Range commanded.
I groaned as Dutch took his time with me. Kissing random parts of my skin, like my stomach, or my forearm. I gasped as the warmth of his lips. At the way the cold blade of his knife made my skin pucker before his lips made my body purr. My back arched softly as he freed my tits, tossing the shreds of my clothing to the floor until I was completely bared for them.
And when I opened my eyes, I found all three of them staring hungrily down at me.
“Jesus Christ, pretty girl,” Troop said as he started disrobing immediately, “I can’t stand it any longer.”
Range chuckled. “You make us feral, little girl.”
Dutch sheathed his knife and started crawling between my legs. “I call dibs on downstairs.”
Troop walked over to the dresser and opened the top shelf. “I want to see her sweat with my teasing.”
“What?” I asked breathlessly.
But, that’s when Ranger gripped my hair and tilted my head toward him. “And I want that throat of yours.”
I licked my lips. “Yes, Daddy.”
He bent down and kissed my forehead. “Good girl.”
I whimpered. “Fuck.”
Dutch lapped his tongue up the slit of my pussy and my hips shot into the air. I tugged at the restraints, wanting nothing more than to cling to his silken blond hair. His icy blue eyes twinkled from above the pooch of my stomach, dazzling as he drank in the way my curves moved as I squirmed for his viewing pleasure. I heard clothes being tossed to the floor, one by one, until Dutch took a break long enough to quickly peel himself out of them as well.
I didn’t know who to focus on first. They were all so beautiful, and so goddamn sexy that I couldn’t stand it. Ranger, with his bulging muscles and thick dick that stood rock hard at attention for me. Troop, with his honey-colored eyes and his chiseled features, standing there with his abs glaring back at me. And Dutch, with his lean form, and his dexterous fingers already filling me one by one.
I felt someone guide my head toward the side before Range tapped his dripping dick against my lips.
“Open wide, sweet girl,” he growled.
The second I unhinged my jaw, he plunged into the back of my throat. I fought against the intrusion, my throat closing around him as he clasped the back of my head with his palm.
“Relax,” he coached, “don’t fight it. It only makes it worse.”
I gagged and sputtered, sending spittle dripping down my chin. But, the second Dutch lapped his tongue against my clit, my entire body settled.
“Do that again, Dutch,” Range commanded.
“With pleasure,” Dutch grumbled.
“Let’s see about that asshole, shall we?” Troop asked.
Something started buzzing and my eyes widened. Dutch tickled my clit with his tongue, swirling it around the base as he crooked two of his of his long, dexterous fingers against that pebbled spot within my body. Suddenly, I relaxed. Range’s dick filled my throat as I started breathing through my nose, and my entire body rose to the occasion. Something tickled my puckered tits and I jumped. Range threaded his fingers through my hair and slid his dick out before plunging it back in, stroking my throat with his girth. I tried to see what was vibrating around my tits, but I couldn’t move to see anything.
Range had his command over me, and Dutch damn near sent me into the heavens with those long fingers of his.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned around his cock.
“Jesus Christ, sweet girl,” Range groaned, “such a good girl for me.”
