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Kicking the coffee table out of the way, I drop her to her wobbly feet and, with a mean push on the middle of her chest, knock her to her ass. Without waiting, I pounce on her, ripping off her dress as she moans. I hear someone unzipping her boots, but I ignore them as I shove her thighs open and force myself between them. I kiss down her chest, and her eyes open and lock on me as I hover over her dripping wet mound.

“She’s always so fucking wet for us, brothers,” I mutter as, without warning, I slam two fingers inside her greedy cunt, knowing she can take it. Breathing raggedly, I wait for her eyes to come back to me before curling them inside her and dropping my mouth to her clit. I suck hard, and her hips lift from the floor, so I lock my arm over her stomach to keep her still for my attack. “You’re going to come hard and fast the first time. You hear me, baby? I need you crazy for us, because you are going to take every single one of our cocks like a good little girl.”

Her eyes narrow as her foot lashes out to kick me. “Fucking make me.”

“Oh, we will.” Booker smirks as he stares down at her, his shirt already gone and jeans unzipped to show the broad head of his throbbing erection. “By the time we are done with you, you won’t be walking, never mind sassing us.”

“He’s right,” Eric agrees as he drops to his knees and plucks one of her abused nipples, while I continue to attack her clit and pussy. I keep her trapped and still for my mouth, not even letting her roll or grind. She’ll come like this, unable to move. “Every single hole will drip with our cum. There’s no one around to hear your screams as we fuck you.”

“Good,” she rasps out, her chest arching as I bite her clit, and with a brutal twist of my fingers, I send her over the edge.

She screams her release, tugging my hair. I grunt against her cunt as she milks my fingers. When she slumps, I pull back and suck my fingers clean as she watches me get to my knees.

Reaching behind me, I rip off my shirt and toss it away before unzipping my own jeans. Her eyes dilate as she takes in every inch of me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. Hunger is etched in every line of her face. The way she looks at me is addicting, but I can’t get lost in it. Not now. This is about her, about showing her whom she belongs to. Grabbing her hips with a mean twist, I flip her. She grunts as she hits the wood. I slap her bratty ass before I drag it into the air, pressing her face down as I slide my hand along her back and circle her neck. Only then do I look up.

They circle her like wolves who have found a kill and are ready to pounce, their eyes hungry and wild. “How do you want her?” I snarl, fighting the urge to slam inside her tight heat and thrust until we both come so hard, we pass out.

“I want her mouth.” Eric grins, crawling around her as I lift her head for him and he kisses her, stealing her protests, and when he sits up, she’s moaning and drenched for him. “Greedy fucking girl. I love the way you stare at my cock.”

“I get her ass,” I say. It’s not a question, I’ve been dreaming of fucking her tight little hole while she screams.

“Then I get her pussy.” Archer smirks. “Booker too. Think you can handle us all, baby?”

It’s a dare.

One she won’t back down from.

She tosses her hair over her shoulder and grins at us wickedly. “The question you should ask is, can you handle me?”

“Oh, darling,” Booker purrs as he drops to his knees. “Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to taunt a starving man?”

Her eyes darken, her smirk widening. “Why? Afraid of what you’ll do?”

That does it. I slap her ass hard. She moans and rolls her hips. “She’s so fucking hungry for one of our cocks,” I rumble as I part her pussy to see her pulsing hole and glistening cunt. “Look, she’s practically begging for it.”

“Bastard,” she hisses, even as she rolls her hips and widens her thighs for me.

“You know it.” I smirk as I lean down and lick a long line over her pussy, her taste making me crazed.

I rip myself away from her with a grunt, my chest heaving. “If you don’t fucking take over right now, I’m going to say fuck it all and take her.”

Archer quickly takes my place but looks the scene over with a contemplative expression. “Gage, can you hold on until Booker and I have filled her pussy with our cum?” I nod my head jerkily. At least I think I can. “Good, Eric, you don’t come until Gage does.”

“What?” Eric whines. “But she sucks my cock so good, I don’t stand a chance.”

“Then you better think of England,” he jokes. “Hold on, baby, we’ve got you,” he promises, then he and Booker lift her before dropping her back down. His jeans are gone—I didn’t even realise he removed them—and she rocks against his hard cock, wetting it. From my angle, I watch his hard length drag down her pussy before positioning at her entrance, and with a swift thrust, he fills her to the brim. She cries out, reaching up and clawing at Eric's jeans, trying to get his cock, but then Archer starts to move. Using her hips as handles, he lifts and slams her down on his cock in hard, quick thrusts that have her bouncing on him. Her tight little ass jiggles from the movement.

“Booker,” Archer directs with a grunt.

Not needing to be told twice, Booker slides up behind her, so I move to the side to watch as he parts her farther. Archer stills, his hard cock just sitting inside her. Groaning, Booker frees his own length and strokes it as he stares down at them.

“She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

“Don’t I know it,” Eric murmurs, and I jerk my gaze up to see her sliding her tongue up and down the veins of his cock before sucking the thick head into her mouth. He’s right—he doesn’t stand a chance. His head falls back and his hips snap forward to fill her mouth, just as Booker slowly inches into her pussy, forcing her to take them both.

She whimpers and moans around Eric’s cock, her body shaking, but after several torturous, long minutes, he’s fully seated. All of them pant for a moment before he pulls out and slams back in. Archer doesn’t move, just helps him fuck her in brutal, quick thrusts.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I jerk it hard as I watch them fuck, but I need to touch her. So, sliding closer, I grip her hair and direct her movements on Eric's cock, pushing her farther down. “Good girl, take him all the way back, let him feel that throat he’s going to fill.” I glance back to see Booker swearing, his hands tightening on her hips as he pounds into her. The force sends her deeper onto Archer’s hard cock and makes her take Eric all the way back. “Fuck, baby, you should see you right now. Such a sexy little thing taking all of our cocks.” Leaning down, I lick her sweaty neck before biting it. She mewls, and Booker grunts. When I look back, his face is twisted in a snarl.

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