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"Lift up, love, I've got to get inside you."
Coming up off my legs, she hovered over my cock, aiming now straight for her slippery pussy. Putting my hands on her hips, I guided her back down and moved her until I nudged at her opening. It was so hot and wet I knew once I released her, she'd sink right down onto me. Lifting her head, she met my gaze and held it, tilted up her chin as she shifted her hips as if to shake my hands off. Gladly, I let go and she seated herself. Her eyes flared as I stretched her and filled her. My belly tensed and I hissed out a breath as her inner walls squeezed me, so hot and perfect. When she sat perfectly upon my lap, she held still and whispered a simple, "Oh."
I grinned wickedly, recognizing that this was the perfect connection, but I couldn't remain still, so I thrust my hips up, nudging her womb. "Crammed full, love." A shy smile formed on her lips. "Come here." I crooked a finger and she lowered herself down so I could kiss her, cupping the back of her head.
Once she was in position, Cross and Simon moved, Cross behind her—he'd be the one to claim her virgin arse—and Simon off to her side so she could suck his cock. I let go of my hold and she lifted her head so her pale eyes were close to mine.
"Look," I turned my head slightly to see Simon's cock just by her shoulder. "Simon needs you."
She licked her lips and turned toward him, her tongue flicking out to lick over the head, cleaning it of the weeping clear fluid.
"Good girl, lass, open wide to take me. I canna wait to feel your mouth around me, have your moans vibrate on my cock. I'm going to come right down your throat."
"She just got wetter," I commented, sliding in just a little bit deeper and I thought my eyes would roll back in my head. "Cross, get in that virgin arse of hers and join us. I don't know how long I'll be able to hold out."
OLIVIA
Rhys' thick cock was deep in my pussy and Simon's stretched my mouth wide. I wanted to please them, all of them, and yet they were the ones giving pleasure to me. Rhys knew how to work his cock to make me come and yet he held back as I gladly sucked on Simon, trying to work him and pull his seed from him and swallow it down. I wanted him to be so lost in the pleasure I wrung from his body that he forgot all of his worries. When his fingers tangled in my hair and tugged at the strands, elation coursed through me.
"I'm all slick, love, and should slide right into this delectable ass of yours," Cross murmured, his hand on my hip, his cock pressing against my back entrance. While he stretched me wider than any of Rhys' plugs, he slipped past the fighting ring of muscle easily enough. "Jesus, she's so tight."
I was so tight, so full, feeling both Cross' and Rhys' cocks within me was unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Rhys held still as Cross started to pull back then forge ahead a little at a time, and I couldn't help but groan. The sheer bliss of his cock rubbing over the same places as that ridged plug had me ready to come.. It was a different feel, an amazing feel and I wanted it so badly. I was close, so very close, but I needed Rhys to move as well.
"Whatever you did, Cross, do it again. She loved it and she took my cock in even deeper. Holy hell, look how full ye are, lass." From his position on his knees, Simon could no doubt see how I was well filled with cock.
I felt Cross press his hips against my bottom.
I was full, so incredibly full. I couldn't be in any more full.
"We're going to move, love," Rhys said as Cross pulled almost all the way out. "You can come. Again and again. Just feel."
I cried out when Cross thrust back in and Rhys pulled back, then alternated back and forth, fucking me in alternating thrusts. I was officially, completely and totally theirs. There was nothing between us, no one to separate us. We were joined and I was the link that connected us all. Mr. Peters nor my uncle nor anyone else could separate us. There was nothing I could do but feel, just as Rhys had said, and I became lost in my men, lost completely. My skin tingled, my body hot, sweat dripped down my brow, my pussy and bottom clenching tightly on the cocks that filled me. One last shift and I went over the cliff, pushed by three strong men into a never-ending abyss of pleasure. My inner walls rippled around Rhys' cock and I clenched hard on Cross with every thrust and it continued my pleasure. I couldn't cry out, as my mouth was full of Simon's large cock. I reveled in it, got lost in it and I knew I had nothing to fear, for my men were there to catch me. They would always be there, always filling me up.
Simon's fingers tightened against my scalp and I knew he was close to coming. I flicked my tongue up and down the bulging vein on the underside, then along the sensitive ridge at the flared head. "Aye, ye are a bonny lass," he growled as his hips bucked forward and I felt his hot seed against my tongue, salty and tasting solely of Simon. Pulse after pulse it filled my mouth and I swallowed to take it all. His fingers loosened on my hair and he slowly pulled from my mouth as he pushed out a pent-up breath.
With my mouth empty, I was able to turn my head and glance back at Cross, then down at Rhys. My pleasure had my eyes blurry, my muscles relaxed. Both men, however, looked tense and driven, as if their pleasure was close at hand and they were using my tight holes to come. I was more than fine with that, for I'd used all three of their cocks for my own. And I wasn't through. As they continued to pummel me, for their pace and intensity had risen, my pleasure, which hadn't fully ebbed, built back to life, like an ember and a strong gust of wind. I was once again on fire, but this time, I could tell them about how I felt.
"It's...oh, it's so much. I'm so full I'm going to...I'm going to come again!"
I tipped right over the e
dge and arched my back, my muscles tightening as my cry got caught in my throat.
Rhys thrust one last time and grunted, and I felt as his seed filled me. Simon was quick to follow with a shout, both cocks buried deep within. I couldn't do anything but slump down onto Rhys' solid chest and I could feel the frantic beat of his heart.
Cross slowly pulled from me, then Rhys directly after, and I felt both men's seed dripping from me. I was sore, but I knew I was well fucked. I was lucky in that I had not one man, not two, but three who wanted me, needed me, and truly possessed me.
Thunder rumbled, coming closer, the rain still pounding the roof. In my passionate haze, I hadn't heard any of it. Nothing existed outside of these three men's arms.
"I love seeing your pussy like this," Cross said, his finger gently stroking over my tender, swollen flesh.
"We filled you up, love," Rhys said, his hand stroking over my hair.
"We made a babe, lass, there's nae question if it was just now, or one of the many times we fucked ye this week. I canna wait to see you swell with our child, to see the dark haired wee lassie at yer breast."
The idea of making a baby with them warmed me to my soul. Had they filled me with enough seed to make a baby? The vehemence of Simon's words had me believing him.
"What did your uncle call it when you knew you met the right person?"
