Page 109 of Twins for Three Bad Boys

My world narrows to the rhythm of their bodies, their labored breaths, the sharp intake of air when I moan.

“Tell us what you want,” Wayne growls, teeth grazing my ear.

“I want…” My voice wavers as Fletcher adds a second finger inside me. “I want everything.”

“You’ll get everything,” Rex replies, shedding his jeans. He palms himself, lean muscles flexing.

Wayne’s hand drops my panties with a slow flick.

“Bend her over,” he commands.

Rex lifts me by the waist, setting me on my knees atop the couch cushion. Fletcher stays close, tracing a wet stripe with his tongue up my center. I gasp, knees quivering, and Rex steadies me with firm hands on my hips.

Wayne aligns himself at my back, the blunt head of his cock pressing at my entrance. Inch by inch, he sinks in, a long groan vibrating through him as he fills me. The delicious stretch makes me arch into the cushion, moaning.

Rex’s lips find my shoulder, teeth nibbling softly. “Doing okay?”

“More than okay,” I gasp.

He chuckles, then guides his aching cock to my lips. “Think you can take both ends?”

I lift my head, mouth parting around him. My tongue teases the tip until his control frays, and he shudders. Wayne’s thrusts behind me are slow at first, then deep and relentless. I’m fully stretched, every inch of me packed, and the sensation, raw and intense, drags a moan from my chest.

Fletcher kneels beside me, one hand stroking my clit in languid circles. “You’re dripping, June.”

Wayne’s pace jolts faster. “I want you coming just like this.”

My body convulses, a wash of euphoria crashing through me. I choke on a strangled cry, muffled by Rex’s cock in my mouth, and the pressure of their combined heat ignites something feral inside me.

Wayne curses under his breath, hips stuttering once before he stills against me, his forehead dropping briefly to my shoulder.

Rex breaks through too.

“Fuck, June…” He releases a pulse in my mouth, his seed warm and tasting of urgency.

I swallow around him, tears streaking down my cheeks, but I don’t pull away. I take it all.

When he finally withdraws, he cups my face gently.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So good.”

I rest my forehead against his palm, trembling. Wayne’s fingers ghost through my hair; Fletcher’s hand smooths my spine.

But it isn’t over. Fletcher slides forward, slipping into me from behind with a gentleness that belies what I know is coming next. His hips roll, slow then faster, stirring a fresh wave of need. Rex watches, stroking himself at the edge of the couch, eyes dark with hunger.

“On your knees,” Rex orders, jerking his chin toward the rug this time, and I obey, shifting off the couch to sink down in front of him.

Hands pressed behind me, I look up at their hungry faces, breath ragged. Their arousal is a physical presence. Three hard cocks, urgent hands, hot breaths. My own body clenches at the sight.

Fletcher’s fingers slip back inside me, his thumb brushing my clit in firm, precise circles. Wayne circles in front of me, lean cock bobbing as he slicks himself.

“Think she can handle it again?” he asks.

Rex crouches before me, tilting my chin. “You still with us, baby?”

I swallow. “I want it.”

His grin is predatory. “Good girl. This night’s only just beginning.”