Page 66 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

I do as I’m told as Cash pushes his cock between my lips once again.

“My cock stays in your mouth until I come.”

I take him into the back of my throat, watching him closely. By the look on his face, I’m guessing it won’t be long before he shoots his load into my mouth.

His face twists, a grunt falling out of him as he gets close. I can tell he’s on the edge. His dick is twitching.

Cash chokes out a moan, the sound coming deep from within his chest. I take in more of him, watching his tight expression as pleasure takes over his body.

I come at the same time as Eli and Cash.

My second orgasm is even better than my first. The pleasure is everywhere. In my fingertips. The crown of my head. My toes.

I ride out the waves, my walls clenched around Eli’s dick. It steals my breath, my mind. I almost feel numb. But it’s a different kind of numb than walking down the red carpet. Maybe this is what people call peace. When your mind goes completely blank. When you feel like you’ve finally come home to your own body after being a stranger to it for years.

Knox pinches my nipples, and two more waves pulsate through me before I’m completely spent, dead to the world on a bed I’m surprised is still in one piece.

Silence fills the room as the men each turn away, tucking themselves back into their pants.

I catch my breath, sprawled out on the bed, spread eagle. My limbs are heavy. I feel like I could fall into a deep sleep.

But strangely, I still feel that need between my legs. It’s obviously going to take more than two orgasms to put that fire out. I should close my eyes, give my body a rest, but it’s impossible to tear my eyes away from the guys when they look like that.

My eyes are superglued on them as I watch them zip their pants.

Cash is angled to the side. His dick is still hard. There’s no way he’s fitting that thing back into his pants.

Why are we stopping now when Cash hasn’t fucked me yet? When I still need more?

“Are you sure you wanna stop now?”

They turn their heads toward me, and their eyes roam up and down my body.

I turn to Cash and slide a finger between my legs. The elevation up here must be going to my head or something. One orgasm is usually enough to sate me for the entire week, and now, here I am, begging for a third.

I wiggle my finger at Cash, encouraging him to come back to bed. He clenches his jaw, and his eyes remain on my face, fighting not to let them roam my body.

He wants to fuck me. I see it in his eyes. He’s at war with himself, his pride getting in the way yet again. He should loosen up and accept how he wants me. Let me win for once.

We’d both claim victory if he just got over himself.

He tears his eyes away from me and zips up his pants. Terrible mistake. He’s only making this worse for himself. And me.

“That’s no way to treat an A-List celebrity.”

Cash snaps his head around, but all I can focus on is the huge bulge in his pants, telling me he still wants me. “A-List celebrities need to learn how to have patience.”

“Patience for me. Suffering for you.”

I now have Knox and Eli’s unwavering attention, though. Their eyes drift over my naked body, sending shivers everywhere. Pleasure ignites in my stomach, all from them looking at me.

I widen my legs and arch my back. My pussy tingles as I watch their gaze lower.

“You’re hungry,” states Knox. “Again.”

“Yeah,” I reply, chewing on my bottom lip. “Is that a problem?”

“Absolutely not.” Knox unzips his pants and moves toward me.