Page 97 of Sold to Three Alpha Kings

Sinth pushes his cock so deep in my mouth that I feel him in the back of my throat. I choke, staring up at him through my lashes. He pulls out the second I cough, and in that exact moment, Wayne’s long dick slides in through my back door.

“Oh, fuck.” My glassy eyes widen as I fist Sinth’s and Chris’s cocks at the same time.

“You’re so beautiful,” Sinth says, his voice low and reverent.

A thread of drool lingers on my bottom lip, linking it to his cap.

“So naughty,” Chris says, hands in my hair. “So nasty.”

I swallow, wincing at the sweet sensation of Wayne’s dick in my ass. “I’m naughty for you alone, my lords.”

“You belong to us,” he adds.

“Yes, my lord.” I look up at him, stroking his length from base to crown. “I’m all yours.”

Chris and Wayne switch places, and when Chris is behind me, he doesn’t focus only on my ass. He alternates between the two holes, and I cry out, basking in the excitement of it.

Sinth guides me to straddle him again, easing me down slowly with Chris still behind me.

Wayne kneels close in front, his hand cupping my jaw. The stretch of having more than one of them at once steals my breath entirely, overwhelming and perfect all at once, every point of contact lighting up nerves I didn’t know I had.

“Breathe,” Sinth murmurs against my ear.

I try. It’s hard, with all three of them moving in careful, practiced rhythm, filling every inch of me, every sound I make swallowed by someone’s mouth or murmured praise against my skin.

“You’re perfect,” Wayne groans against my shoulder. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Thank you,” I moan.

“Ours,” Chris says, low, reverent, his forehead pressed to mine.

The pleasure builds fast, impossibly fast, all three points of contact stacking on top of each other until I can’t separate one sensation from the next.

My moans come broken, desperate, spilling out with every roll of their combined rhythm.

“Come for me, my lords.” I gasp, close now, closer than I’ve ever been. “I want you to come for me. All of you.”

Wayne groans at that, and Chris’s hips stutter, and Sinth’s grip on my waist tightens as if the words undo him completely.

“Where do you want the cum?” Wayne rasps.

“On my breasts,” I breathe. “I want to feel all three of you. Please…”

That’s what finally breaks them. I come apart first, shaking through it, and they pull out, each stroking their lengths.

I settle on my knees, my head slightly tipped back. My tongue is out, my hands squeezing my full breasts as I wait, desperate for the loads.

“Give it to me, please,” I say, my tone dripping with urgency. “I want it—I want every single drop.”

Their deep, guttural growls fill the room, and one by one, they explode on my breasts with trembling legs.

“Yessssss!” I scream, feeling their warmth on my skin.

I rush at three dicks sticking out in front of me, greedily sucking on each one as they call out my name.

Low groans fill the room as they finish one after another.

We collapse together after, breathless, tangled, warm skin against warm skin. I lie there surrounded by all three of them, marked and claimed and utterly satisfied.