Page 125 of My Brother’s Best Friends Entanglement

I don't last much longer after that. I plunge into her hard, once, twice, and then I'm coming, filling her in long pulses, groaning her name loud, not even caring who hears it through the door. My whole body's shaking with my orgasm, spots crowding the edge of my vision, and I only just register Marcus's hand on my chest, easing me back and out of the way, before my legs nearly give out completely.

Rhys

Marcus takes Zachary's place, lies back on the floor, and pulls Alexia down onto him, and I watch her lungs fill with one deep breath before she lowers herself, taking the whole length of him in one slow, filthy slide that has her throat closing around me as she sucks me off.

I pull out, giving her some time, stroking my hand along my dripping cock, watching her grind down onto him as her eyes go glassy and unfocused, and I can't stay back for long. I close the distance, grip her chin, tilt her face up to mine.

“I know you want all three of us.” It's not a question. “Show me. Show me exactly how much you want our cocks.”

She looks up at me, lust-drunk, mouth falling open half inviting, half begging. “You want to claim me that badly?” she exhales. “Then fuck my throat like no one else ever has.”

It nearly undoes me on the spot. Still gripping her chin, I push into her mouth properly then, deep, talking to her the entire time, filthy, depraved words, telling her how good she looks taking my mate's cock in that tight little pussy while she swallows me down, how good she looks right now taking our cocks in her holes, how I've thought about her lips wrapped around me, and the way I want to feel her gag on my cock head. She does just that, takes me too far and gags around me once, twice, before it goes slick and easy and she's taking every inch like she was made for it.

“My sweet little cock slut,” I moan. My own words surprise me, but I can't stop. She drags every feral desire out of me. For her. Only ever for her.

She looks up at me, eyes glazed but still her. Deep in those beautiful depths. Something in my chest goes tight that has nothing to do with the fact I'm throat fucking her but something far more dangerous, all these emotions tangled up together until I can't separate them anymore.

I pull out before I finish, breathing hard. “You're the only one I've ever wanted and will ever want taking me like that.”

Then I slide back into her mouth and let go of whatever's left of my restraint, feeling that warm wet mouth taking me over the edge, and then I grunt her name and I'm spilling down her throat. Hot and whole body shattering. Her eyes are watering when I finally pull free, and I drop to my knees in front of her, cradling her face in my hands and gently kiss the tears away, one cheek and then the other, my mouth against her ear.

“I'm yours.”

Marcus

Rhys steps back, and whatever he just said to her has her pussy clenching so hard around me I nearly black out.

I have to take a breath. I hold still for a moment, holding her still on top of me as I say, “Z. Lie down. On your back.” He does without question, already reading exactly what I've got in mind, and I sit up, gripping her by the thighs, and lift her clean off me to settle her over his face instead.

“Ride him, baby,” I say, standing in front of her again, tugging slowly on the head of my cock. “I want to watch you riding him until you almost come.”

Zachary groans into her the second she settles, driving his tongue up into her, tasting his own release dripping out of her, and she reaches down to stroke him hard while she rocks against his mouth, and the sound she makes is the sound of my dreams.

“Fuck, you're so pretty taking all of us, babygirl.” I feed my cock past her lips, watching her tongue swirl around the head, and I can see exactly how close she is by the way her eyes have lost all semblance of focus. She just looks high on the sensations rocking her body. Then her hips start to rock faster, the flush reaching all the way up her chest and throat. And I know what's coming.

“Don't you dare come.” I grip her hair, pulling gently, holding her right where I want her, so her mouth is wrapped around the base of my cock. “Not until my cock's inside you, feeling you milk me.”

She whimpers around me, the sound going straight to my spine. “Please. God, I need to⁠—”

“A little more, baby.” Rhys is stroking himself again beside us, and I know exactly how hot he's finding this because I'm right there with him. “We want you right on the edge.”

Her eyes glaze over completely, and Rhys reaches down and pinches one nipple, wraps her free hand around his cock, and that's my cue. I pull her up onto shaking legs, bend her over the desk, pin both her wrists in the small of her back with one hand.

I line up and slam home, and the feel of her, soaked, swollen, gripping me like she never wants to let go, has me forgetting everything except fucking her until I have nothing left in me. My other hand finds her clit, works it hard and fast, and she screams, her whole body shaking apart around me.

I don't stop. I fuck her straight through it, chasing every last second of her clenching around me, and it takes me under with her — I empty myself inside her with a groan that comes from deep inside me. I keep pushing inside her, unwilling to miss one single second of that tight, milking cunt coming around me.

A hand closes on my shoulder. Rhys, easing me out of the way, already lining himself up behind her before I've even fully caught my breath.

He leans over her, whispering words I could never imagine coming out of his mouth, and she turns as he shoves his tongue into her mouth as he fucks her, one hand reaching around pinching her nipple, the other flicking her clit.

It only takes him a handful of strokes before he's shouting through his own release, filling her a second time, working her through one more orgasm with his fingers before he finally, gently, helps her sink down onto the floor next to him, her head on his chest as she tries to catch her breath.

She's boneless. Wrecked in the best way.

Zachary settles in behind her a moment later, and then he's sliding into her slow and easy, and the sound she makes is soft this time, worn out, but still wanting, her hips rocking back to meet him even with her eyes barely open. He whispers something against her ear I don't catch, and she turns her face into his and kisses him for it.

They move together like that for a few minutes, grinding against each other in a way that is deep, sensual. Rhys and I just watch, catching our breath, neither of us in any rush to look away. Her moans build again, needier, and Zachary's fingers find her clit and circle hard and fast until she comes apart one more time, her whole body going rigid as he thrusts in deep and follows her over.