Page 69 of Sold to Three Alpha Kings

Wayne is bent over, his lips on her right breast as he sucks on it while she works his hard cock. Chris pulls out of her mouth, and she lets out a quiet gasp, her eyes flashing with insatiable need.

When I finish eating, she rises and kneels on the mattress as we take turns kissing her.

“You make me feel so sensual,” she whispers, stroking my cock and Wayne’s. Her face is a mask of pleasure—so hot. So sexy. She bites her bottom lip.

Chris spanks her ass, and she moans. She pushes him down on his back and then straddles him. He pulls her head gently, reclaiming her lips while her nipples graze his bare chest.

She breaks the kiss, grabs his dick, and slides it inside her slick pussy. “Oh, my God.”

Wayne, on his knees beside her, locks his lips to hers, his hands squeezing her full breasts. She grinds her waist slowly on Chris’s dick, her palms cupping Wayne’s face.

She tears her mouth off Wayne’s and looks at me as Chris’s hips roll into her from underneath. “I need you in the back.”

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

She lies on Chris’s chest, her ass positioned properly. “I can take it.”

I go behind her, but instead of immediate penetration, I eat her first.

“Fuck, yes…” she moans, her voice fueling my desire.

Wayne stands above Chris, his legs on either side of the mattress, his dick in front of her. She takes it in her mouth, her head bobbing in and out. His fingers fist her red hair, his thick groans mingling with the sound of her moans.

With my saliva as a makeshift lube, I start with my thumb, pushing it slowly and gently as she cries out.

“If it hurts, tell me, and I’ll stop.”

“No, no, no,” the words tumble out of her in a rush. She glances back at me. “Keep going. I can take it.”

I make sure she’s relaxed and used to my thumb before I dare to insert my cock. It takes a while to get it in, but eventually, I slide inside. I don’t move fast; I go slow, easy and steady until her body grows accustomed to having me in her ass.

“Oh, my fuckin’ god,” she lets out a strangled cry.

Chris is hitting her pussy from underneath.

I’m slamming into her ass, and Wayne is deep in her throat at the same time.

The feeling of her warmth and tightness makes my heart swell with more hunger. The scent of her arousal—her heat—fills the room.

She’s moaning, we’re groaning, our organs deep in all her holes at the same time.

Every now and then, we switch places and change positions. We don’t rough her up. Instead, worship and adore her body, possessive of every inch of her.

The moon’s ethereal glow filters into the room, bathing us in its silver light. Our moans fill the space, naked bodies writhing in ecstasy. Skin against skin. Tongues in mouths. We made love.

When we finish, we finish inside her, each one filling the hole they occupy. It’s her choice. It’s what she wants, and we oblige.

Afterward, we all lay in bed around her, our arms on her body. Possessive. Protective. She eventually falls asleep—peaceful and beautiful.

***

I don’t remember the last time I felt this settled. It’s a different feeling. A wholesome one. And I like it.

Charlize is the breath of fresh air that none of us knew we needed. Her presence in our lives has brought all of us closer and strengthened the bond we share.

I never thought I’d live to see the day Chris and Wayne would get along just fine. But our beautiful woman has managed to pull that off without even trying.

Now, I no longer have to worry about them killing each other every chance they get. Sure, they still argue every once in a while—but it’s never anything serious.