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His hand cupped my aching breast, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“I love you so much,” Asher whispered, ducking his head to kiss me.

He helped me shimmy out of my pants - sans underwear thanks to Fallon earlier - before pulling off his own shirt and pants. My mouth dried when I noticed he was commando, his impressive cock aimed at my chest. He gave my breast another quick squeeze.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly. Awestruck.

Removing his hands from my breasts, he cupped my cheeks tenderly, kissing me once more. In one quick thrust, he sheathed himself inside me. I groaned, adjusting to the length of him, before moving my hips.

His eyes held mine as he moved with me. My hips arched upwards as he pounded into me earnestly. Sweat coated his forehead, and I leaned up on my elbows to lick it away.

His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust, and I knew I was seconds away from shattering. My eyes rolled back in my head as his fingers flicked my clit.

The orgasm shattered through me so hard that I saw stars. A strangled scream escaped my parted lips as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. I was tumbling head over heels in an ocean, each new wave pulling me back under. I was drowning, but it was the sweetest death possible. I wouldn’t have been able to stop it even if I wanted to - which I didn’t. It was the equivalent of standing in a storm and trying to stop the rain with your bare hands.

Asher let out a roar as he exploded inside of me, my pussy tightening around his cock.

Thoroughly satiated, I leaned back, and Asher collapsed on top of me. His blond hair tickled my cheeks as he repeatedly kissed my neck.

“Well, well, well.” The amused voice came from the doorway. I hadn’t even heard anyone arrive. “Looks like we missed all the fun.”

Raising my head, I met Ryder’s smoldering gaze. Ronan and Fallon stood beside him, arms crossed over their muscular chests and pants tented.

Ronan smirked when he caught my eye.

“Are you up for round two, Princess?”

Ronan’s lips attacked mine before I could answer, claiming me. Branding me. Marking me. We fit together seamlessly, his strong hand coming to squeeze my breast and flick my nipple.

Asher had moved behind me, his hand on my waist and his lips on my neck. I could feel him hardening once more against me, that kinky shit. If there was one thing I learned about Asher, it was that he loved to watch. He loved the prospect of the others filling me, planting their seed in me, loving me.

“Getting ready for round two as well?” I asked my sweet boy with a grin, breaking away from Ronan’s bruising lips. Asher chuckled against my neck.

“I don’t think I could ever have enough of you.” His fingers brushed against my ribs with the delicacy of a butterfly’s wing. The way he made me feel with just a simple touch…

Love sometimes seemed too inadequate of a word. My heartburst.It shattered, creating seven new hearts in its place. Each heart belonged to one of my men. I’d seen it in movies, read it in books, but I hadn’t believed it was possible. Giving your entire heart to a man sounded like a cliché.

Until I fell in love and realized how true it actually was.

“AndIthink you guys are wearing too many clothes,” I quipped, my gaze roaming over my men. Ronan smiles cheekily before removing his shirt and sliding out of his pants. He kept his boxer-briefs on, a noticeable bulge in the front. Leaning forward to kiss him once more, I cupped his cock through the material. He groaned against my lips, hands tightening in my disheveled, sex-mussed hair.

I didn’t even have to look up to know that the others were getting naked as well. But I did anyway. I needed my hourly dose of male cocks. One glance confirmed both Ryder and Fallon in all their naked glory, cocks already erect and in their hands. I practically salivated at all the silky skin on display.

There was something arousing about a man’s dick. The contrast between the soft skin and the hard muscle in my hand. The pre-cum at the tip, just begging to be licked. The thought that I could make a man fall apart with just the lightest of tugs.

I felt a sudden surge of anxiety at the prospect of being with all four men at once. Maybe anxiety was too strong of a word, but my stomach was a tumultuous mixture of fear and desire. It was irrational, of course, especially since this wasn’t the first time I had been with more than one man at the same time. It was, however, a reminder of one of our last group sex sessions...and how it had ended up.

With a freaking unexpected bun in the oven.

Fallon reached down and grabbed a handful of condoms out of his bag, and my eyes fixed on that.

“Is that a me thing or a you thing? Because if it’s a me thing, I need to practice putting it on your dicks. I don’t want to screw this up and get pregnant again. Do I unwrap it? Twirl it around my finger? Fit it on like a hat?” I rattled, even though a small part of my brain recognized I had put a condom on my men over one thousand times. Me? Dramatic? Please.

Desperately, I glanced over my shoulder at Asher who was watching me with bemused eyes.

“Somebody grab me a damn pickle!” I shouted in panic.

Fallon chuckled darkly, pulling my attention back to him.

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