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I stopped myself short, to enjoy the moment. To keep from trying to rationalize everything, and just roll with what was happening to my body. Besides, it was too late now — what was done was done. I couldn’t unfuck anyone, could I?
Not that I would…
And in the grand scheme of things, I’d been faithful to a single man for over a decade. A single unappreciative man. One who may or may not have been sleeping with Tamara, his bubbly little coworker, while we were still together.
One man in ten years, I sighed to myself. And now three in a single—
“Turn over,” Mason said, squeezing my ass one last time. “I need to see your pretty face.”
I twisted sideways, then rolled onto my back and spread wide for him. He plunged back into me, crushing me to the bed, bringing his sexily stubbled face up against mine.
“I want to see your eyes,” he whispered into my mouth. He kissed me again as we stared at each other, each of us sinking deeper into the moment. “God, you have such gorgeous fucking eyes…”
Under other circumstances I would’ve figured it a line, just to get into my pants. Only I didn’t have pants. And he didn’t need to get into anything, he was already there.
For some reason I laughed, and he laughed too. Then we kissed, and kissed some more… screwing each other so hard it almost hurt.
“Alright man,” I heard Brody say. “You’re hogging her now.”
Mason chuckled, then sat back on his legs. He was still fucking me, only now he was holding my ankles high in both hands. Corey and Brody climbed onto the bed, offering themselves to me from either side. I took each of them in hand. Craned my head back and forth, to take them one by one in my mouth, too.
“God,” Mason breathed. “That’s so fucking hot.”
Two hands went to my breasts, teasing them gently. Another brushed the hair back from my eyes, so I could see everything that was happening to me. They switched places, and suddenly Brody was inside me. I winked at him as he bottomed out, stretching me thickly as we shared a cute little smile.
This is amazing…
Three guys. THREE. Holy fucking shit. It was all I could focus on. All I could think about, as they switched again.
Taking turns on you…
As crazy as it was, that part seemed almost natural to me. The way they shared me, the way they traded off. It all seemed so seamless, so effortless — as if I were made for them, and they for me.
It was almost as if this were the thousandth time the four of us had done this, instead of the first.
God, I could do this forever.
The thought was strangely thrilling to me. Because as much as I knew this was probably a one-shot deal, oddly enough I could actually imagine living like this. Having three young lovers who cared for me, who loved me, who took me whenever the mood struck. Three gorgeous men I could service myself, giving them anything and everything they ever wanted…
I allowed the fantasy to bloom in my mind, flowering happily as I serviced them in real life. I sucked Brody while pumping Corey. Switched again, to blow Mason while Brody fucked me. I was flipped onto my stomach. Plundered from one corner of the bed to the other, in every conceivable position, from every possible angle.
It was Mason who shot first, pulling desperately from my pussy and spilling himself all over me. His come felt like warm rain, showering down all over my chest and stomach. I locked eyes with him through every grunt, every stroke, and then suddenly Corey and Brody were coming too; one pressed up against my lips and mouth, the other, showering my body with more hot seed.
Ohhhhh…
For a good minute, the room was all grunts and groans — the air permeated thickly with the scent of sex. I laid back to watch their perfect bodies, writhing over me. Their arms bulging wildly, as they pumped themselves dry. It was warm and wet and amazingly powerful, to be the complete center of their attention. The sum total of their every effort.
I was delirious in my own desire. Drunk with raw, sexual power.
Those feelings lingered as I dragged my hands over my own body. Through the sweltering hot mixture of sweat, and sex, and come.
Then, drifting in and out of consciousness, I was pulled by powerful arms into a sea of hard, muscular flesh.
Thirty-Five
LAUREN
I was walking sideways on the way to the kitchen, still in a sleepy haze. Following a half dozen delicious scents through a curtain of my own tangled, blonde hair.
