Page 249 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

He pushes two fingers into me at once, then curls them up and nearly screws a scream out of me. My voice cracks, splinters, as if my bones are filled with nerves instead of marrow.

The pressure is right at the edge. Pleasure so intense it’s more like pain, the kind that hovers on the wrong side of too much. I want to tell him to stop, but I would rather die.

“Willow, you’re so…” Julian starts, but he doesn’t finish the thought, just sucks a mouthful of skin and scrapes his teeth with a kind of worship that makes my whole body ring.

Xander fucks me with his fingers, mouth fixed to my clit, humming in satisfaction every time I shake.

I want to reach for something, for someone, but every part of me is tethered or held or occupied. I settle for clinging to Gabe’s shoulders, nails digging deep, and Gabe kisses me like I’m the only thing here.

“Fuck me,” I cry out. “I need you all.”

My panties are gone. Julian is shoving couch cushions aside and pushing his own sweats down, his cock heavy and flushed and free. Xander’s mouth is back, adding new layers of slick heat. Gabe just inhales, nostrils flaring, and picks me up by my thighs like I weigh nothing.

We crash to the floor, all clumsy elbows and knees and hot frantic breath, but I hardly notice the rough rug against my back because there’s a hand on every inch of me, and multiple sets of lips always somewhere I want them.

Gabe fucks me with his tongue, bruising kisses down my ribs, grabbing my tits while Julian slides up under my head and uses my mouth, like he’s not above humping my face if it gets him off.

He tastes like smoke and toothpaste, a mess, and I want every drop of it. I open wide and gag when Julian pushes in, and he moans, like he’s trying not to break the windows.

I feel more than hear Xander mouthing up my other thigh, then ramming himself into me easy, greedy, uncaring if I’m ready, and the invasion is so sudden and so hard I choke, and the only thing that fills my ears is the split second gap before I start begging for more.

“Damn, look at her,” Julian says, and his cock is out of my mouth, still dragging against my lips, drooling pre-come. He presses his forehead to mine and pants, “You’re fucking perfect like this, you know?”

Then he rams his cock back between my teeth, harder than before and rutting up into my throat like he’s going to leave marks on my tonsils.

He holds my jaw open, two-handed, knuckles in my hair, and it’s so obscene I almost come from the filth of it alone.

Xander’s pace is brutal, his cock bottoming out every time, and I can’t breathe, can’t think, only surrender to the sensation and the pride in the way they want me like they’re never going to get another chance.

I’m so fucking full. The drag of Xander, the stretch of my mouth, the greedy clutch of Gabe’s hands on my tits, his tongue lavishing worship over every inch of my aching, desperate skin.

I can feel every ripple, every vein; even their sweat and spit are code on my skin, translating me into a creature of pure hunger. I want all of them to finish in me. I want to be ruined.

“Holy shit, she’s going to swallow you whole,” Xander says, breathless.

His words vibrate straight down Julian’s shaft and into my bones.

Gabe’s voice is a dark, rolling thunder above me. “You’re the filthiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, Willow. You make me want to do every goddamn thing I’ve ever thought about.”

I can’t answer except to gurgle, and I’m almost glad for it, because if my mouth weren’t stuffed full of Julian, I would be sobbing out every mortifying, needy thought in my head.

The loss of breath is dizzying. The sheer pressure of everything, Xander’s ruthless fucking, Julian’s pelting thrusts, Gabe’s inexhaustible, possessive hands, sends me clear out of my body. I float above us, watching these men devour me, and when I crash back into my skin it’s like someone sticks a live wire into my clit.

I come so fucking hard I scream around Julian’s cock.

My legs kick. My whole body seizes.

Xander snarls at my back, and I swear Gabe has to pin my shoulders to the rug to keep me from thrashing right out of their hands.

The orgasm is blinding, black out, almost painful. My vision winks to white, then claws back in slashes of color and heat.

I taste Julian’s come before I even feel it, salty and hot, hitting the back of my throat so hard I cough. But he’s greedy and won’t let go of my hair, so I swallow every desperate ounce of it, gagging and whimpering while the aftershocks crash through my body in shivering, violent waves.

Xander isn’t even slowing down.

I can feel him moving in me, brutal and mean, but then he pushes all the way in and holds me there, cock throbbing, fingers digging into my hips so hard I’ll wear the proof for days.

I feel him empty inside me, heat flooding so deep I can barely process it, and it tips me right into a second ugly, gasping climax.