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Oh.

The stretch is enormous. It’s too much and exactly enough all at once, my body screaming and singing in the same breath, and I hear myself sobbing out sounds that aren’t words while three men hold perfectly still inside me and wait.

“Color.” Eli’s whole body trembles. “Dakota.Color.”

“Green.” Tears leak from the corners of my eyes—not pain, just too much sensation with nowhere to go. “Green, green, don’t you dare stop, Daddy, don’t you dare?—”

“Christ,” Brady breathes. “I can feel you. Both of you. I can feeleverything.”

Dante kneels on the mattress at my head, brushing my sweat-damp hair back with a tenderness that undoes me almost as much as the fullness does.

“You’ve got one more spot open, baby. Think you can handle it?”

I answer by opening my mouth.

He slides across my tongue and the circuit completes—four men, every part of me claimed, and the first careful roll of their hips together detonates through my body like nothing I have ever felt in all my years.

They find a rhythm. Cruz grinding up slowly from beneath, Eli and Brady alternating shallow thrusts so I’m never empty, never given a second to think, Dante rocking gently into my mouth with his hand cradling my jaw. Every nerve ending fires at once. I can’t tell where one of them ends and another begins. I can’t tell whereIend.

“Look at her,” Cruz groans into my ear. “Taking all of us. Our girl. Our greedy, perfect girl.”

“So tight,” Brady pants. “She’s so—every time Coach moves I feel it, I’m not gonna last?—”

“Then don’t.” Eli’s voice has gone to gravel. “She wants to be filled. So fill her.”

I come apart. There’s no buildup, no warning—one second I’m riding the edge and the next I’m clenching around all of them, screaming around Dante, my whole body one long electrical storm. Brady curses and follows me over, spilling deep, hips stuttering.

They give me thirty seconds to breathe. Dante pulls from my mouth so I can gulp air.

“Still green?” he asks, thumbing tears off my cheek.

“Greenest I’ve ever been.”

“Good. Because it’s my turn down there,” Dante replies.

He and Brady trade places—Brady pulling out with a groan that sounds like loss, Dante notching in beside Eli’s hard length. Brady’s cock replaces Dante’s at my lips instead, still hard despite climaxing moments ago. The logistics should be awkward. They’re not. They move around my body naturally, like I’m an instrument they all learned to play together. When Dante seats himself fully alongside Eli, slick with what Brady left behind, he moans like a dying man.

“Baby,” Dante groans. “Baby.You feel—there aren’t words.”

“Try filthy ones,” Cruz suggests from beneath me, and thrusts up hard enough to make everyone gasp.

I suck Brady down and taste myself on him and hum, and his hand fists in my hair.

“That’s it, angel. Just like that.”

The second build is faster, meaner. Dante’s thicker than Brady and he moves with purpose, angling until he finds the spot that makes me wail, and Cruz matches him from below until they’re driving me between them like a wave between two shores. I come again around Dante and Eli with Brady heavy on my tongue, and then again barely a minute later when Cruz loses his rhythm and starts chasing his own finish, and by the third one I’m not even sure they’re separate anymore—just one continuous shattering that goes on and on.

Cruz breaks first, roaring, grinding me down onto him as he empties himself deep in my ass. The pulse of him sets Dante off—he buries himself to the root and floods me with a broken sound. Eli lasts four more seconds. He comes buried so fucking deep.

“Take it all, princess. Good girl. Fuck, that’s it.” I shake through one final orgasm that’s more soul than body.

Then, stillness. Four heartbeats hammering against my skin. Cum leaking from everywhere they’ve been.

They ease out of me one at a time, gentle as they go, murmuring praise into whatever part of me their mouths can reach. Eli cleans me himself, checking me over with careful fingers while Dante feeds me sips of water and Cruz tucks me against his chest.

“Damage report,” Eli says softly.

“Zero damage.” My voice comes out wrecked and blissful. “Total structural collapse, but zero damage.”