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“Fuck her, Marcus. Fuck her hard. Our girl can take it. You can take your daddies’ cocks, can’t you, princess?” Cole murmurs.

I agree with my mouth stuffed full of cock, trying desperately to wiggle my hips. But Marcus’s hands are tight, almost bruising.

He starts to move his hips, slowly at first, and then faster, making me jolt forward and take Gabe deeper.

I gag, my eyes watering, and Gabe lets out a low groan.

“Fuck, Cole, I’m not going to last.”

“That’s okay. Princess likes to be used.”

The way Cole is talking about me like an object makes my pussy clench around Marcus.

Marcus starts to snap his hips into mine, brutally fucking me. I start a steady series of moans as Gabe pulses in my mouth, close to the edge, spilling salty precum on my tongue.

“So tight,” Marcus groans, slamming into me, rocking me forward so I gag on Gabe’s cock again.

Marcus’s hand goes to my hair, wrapping my ponytail around his fist. He pulls my head up as he fucks me from behind, starting a steady rhythm as I keep sucking Gabe’s cock.

I feel like I’m on fire, gushing around Marcus as I get close to the edge. The lewd sounds of him fucking me fill the room, and Cole gasps out a moan.

“Dio, Margo, look at you,” Gabe groans, holding my eyes, starting to fuck my mouth in earnest.

I gag and choke, tears spilling down my face, being worked between the two of them like a spit roast. I feel like when I finally come I might explode.

Gabe cries out and spills hot into my mouth. I swallow around him twice and still, some spills out of the corner of my mouth.

“Fuck, there you go, good girl,” Cole groans, and Marcus pulls my head back roughly.

I gasp out a moan.

“Oh, please. Please, Daddy, let me come,” I plead, not sure which of them I’m talking to. “I’m so close.”

Marcus growls and pulls my hair harder, pulling me up against him and locking a forearm around my waist. The angle changes, hitting my G-spot, and I scream.

“Pl-please,” is all I can manage.

“She’s not ready to come yet,” Cole says. “You’re going to breed her first, right, Marcus?”

Marcus grunts. My man of few words.

I keen, hitching in a sob as my whole body trembles with the force of holding back.

Marcus cries out my name when he thrusts deep and spills inside me.

Cole moans and I look over to see him holding himself at the base, a drop of precum at his tip.

“Come for us, princess. Come for your daddies,” he says, voice hoarse.

That’s all I need. I explode, clenching so hard around Marcus he hisses.

I squeeze my eyes shut and when I open them, Marcus is holding me up as I sag, Gabe’s staring at me with awe in his brown eyes, and Cole is pulling his shirt up, spilling all over his fist and abdomen.

I go nearly limp and Marcus kisses along the side of my face sweetly, slowly pulling out of me. Gabe scrambles off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom.

Cole breathes heavily, watching me and Marcus with lust-darkened green eyes.

Marcus gently lays me down on the bed and I shiver, cold this time instead of aroused.