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A wanton whine leaves my lips just as Mac sinks back inside of me. “Ride his cock, Harper.”
It takes me a minute to figure out how to move in a way that feels good. I usually let them do all the moving when there’s more than one of them, but it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt when I do it. I feel more powerful than I ever could have imagined. While I trust these three men with every bone inside my body, with my safety, body, and heart, they trust me just the same. They trust me to give myself to them in a way I never could with anyone else. They trust me to take care of each of their souls and own them just like they do mine.
Mac reaches around and starts rubbing my clit just the way I like it. “Oh-oh yes, Mac. Right there.”
“You fuck us so good, Angel. You were made for us. Made to take our cocks. Made to be our queen.”
Finn tilts his hips slightly, and his cock rubs back and forth over my G-spot. “Don’t stop. You both feel so good.”
Finn’s still holding me by the neck, and Mac has a bruising grip on my hips when I hear Ronan moan beside us. I look over to find his hand around his dick, which is now fully hard—again.
I don’t know what it is, but watching a man stroke his cock is beyond erotic.
“You look so damn sexy, Baby. Watching you fuck yourself on their dicks is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”
I lick my lips as I watch a bead of cum form at the tip of his cock.
Ronan looks between it and my lips and smiles. Tilting his head, he asks, “You want it?”
I stop my movements between Finn and Mac, silently signaling for them to take over, and nod eagerly. Ronan shuffles back onto the bed until the head of his dick is in front of my mouth. With Finn’s hand still around my neck, I dart my tongue out and lick the droplet of cum from the crown.
“Our perfect fucking girl,” he says lovingly as he strokes my hair.
I open my mouth and take him as far as I can while Finn and Mac fuck me. But unlike how Ronan and Mac were alternating strokes before, Finn and Mac are sliding in and out of me simultaneously. Leaving me feeling completely empty and deliciously full over and over again.
I’m left floating between them. Each of them using my body to bring them pleasure while feeling like their most prized treasure. It’s Ronan who falls first, still sensitive from his first climax, and I swallow every last bit of his release down my throat, not wanting to miss a drop.
“Feeling you swallow his cum beneath my hand, fuck, Harper.” I pull my mouth off of Ronan’s dick just in time to moan Finn’s name as he pinches my nipple with his other hand. “Yes, Angel. You’re doing such a good job. Come for us.”
Mac slams in and out of my ass so hard slapping noises fill the room. I look over my shoulder at him. His face is consumed by pure unadulterated passion, and I swear to God, it’s the sexiest he’s ever looked.
My orgasm comes out of nowhere. So strong and fierce, I know what’s coming. Finn quickly pulls out of me as my release sprays him and my bed beneath us. I scream all of their names into the room I once thought would be my prison.
“You’re fucking gorgeous coming for us like that, Mo Grá.” Finn slams back into me as Mac growls, “You’re ours.”
“We get to keep you all to ourselves,” Finn moans.
Ronan reaches out and cups my chin in his hand, quickly swiping away a tear I didn’t even know was falling with his thumb. “In this life and the next.”
My pussy continues to pulse around him as Finn comes with a roar, filling me so entirely with his cum that I feel it spill out between us. Finn doesn’t pull out as Mac wraps one arm around my chest and pulls me upright so my back is tight against his front. “Come with me, Pretty Girl. Come with me now and forever.”
“Mac,” I half moan, half sob as another soul-shattering orgasm wreaks havoc on my body. Mac’s words of adoration continue to float through the room as he spills his release deep inside of my ass.
With ragged breaths, we all sprawl out onto the mattress before cleaning up and tucking ourselves into my bed in one of our usual positions. Ronan and Finn on either side of me, and Mac between my legs, resting his head on my stomach. While Mac doesn’t usually fall asleep here and ends up crawling to either side of the bed, it’s one of my favorite places for him to be. And as I run my fingers through his unruly black hair, every few seconds, he lets out a deep sigh of contentment; I know it’s one of his favorites, too.
As each of their breaths begins to slow, I whisper into the room, knowing that whatever is about to happen over the next couple of days has a chance of taking them away from me. Of taking all of this away from me. “Don’t ever leave me.”
In unison, each of them says one simple word. “Never.”
My entire body is theirs. Theirs to love. Theirs to cherish. Theirs to keep.
48
Mac
The sun has barely started to rise when I wake Ronan and Finn up. The three of us leave a comatose Harper in her room, grab a cup of coffee, and shut ourselves into Ronan’s office. I don’t want to risk her hearing if she wakes up, which is highly unlikely. That woman is practically dead to the world right now.
Instead of sitting across his desk from us in his chair, Ronan takes a seat on the small couch he has in his office. He kicks his feet out, crosses his ankles, and drapes one arm across the back while sipping his coffee. Finn and I quickly spin the two armchairs to sit in somewhat of a circle. “What’s with the early wake-up call, brother?”
