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“Two more things. I prefer the missionary position, but you will not be allowed to look at me. You will wear a condom, and you must pull out before you ejaculate. Have I made myself clear?”
Why was she even doing this? Because' stubborn' and ‘determined’ were her monikers. She made a promise to herself many tears and many years ago that she would never bullshit herself. And she would always trust her first instinct.
They were her first instinct.
But lurking in the back of her mind was the scary truth about the three men standing in front of her. She didn’t want them to touch her … because something inside her told her that if they did, she would somehow change.
But, she also wasn’t someone who didn’t do things right to the end if she started them. It was a case of if she made her bed, she slept in it; then she learned from it and never did it again.
Her lesson here was quite simple.
Don’t pick the three guys who had the biggest effect on her body to end a dry spell out of some misplaced reaction to news she had just received.
She should have gone with Mr. Generic, Mr. Unobtrusive, and Mr. Timid, who had been standing next to them at the auction, and she wouldn’t have been reduced to demanding the missionary position but then basically ordering them to also not look at her, which meant they would have to cover their eyes with their hands. At least that meant they couldn’t touch her. It was starting to sound more and more like a circus act.
No, it all made sense in her head, and she wasn’t backing out. But sometimes, she wished she didn’t challenge herself as much as she did.
Also, she could easily send them away after weighing the consequences.
Should have sent them away if she weren’t also so stubborn, but there was a small, unencumbered part of her that truly wanted to feel the weight of any one of them inside her.
Just for a minute.
And any one of the three men before her would do.
“Anything else?” Emerson asked.
“I think I covered the ground rules. The rest will be delivered as and when I see fit.”
“Good, because we have our own rules,” Darien said, suddenly serious.
“That is a privilege you do not have.” Her heart started to flutter erratically. She forced herself to remain rigid, to stop herself from wringing her hands together, which would not go with the sophisticated persona of a forty-year-old, soon-to-be forty-one-year-old woman.
“Then we’re making it our privilege to have,” Emerson said, closing the distance between them. Darien and Austin followed suit.
Adrienne swallowed down the uncomfortable lump in her throat. Their nearness seemed to engulf her like a cloud of lava. The scent of their cologne caught onto the air between them and saturated her right down to her pores, infusing her blood and leaving her unusually light-headed.
“These are our rules. We come as a package. All three of us or none of us.”
“We will be kissing you.”
“We will be touching you with our hands, our mouths, and our cocks. We will be looking at you. Every part of you. Every delectable inch of you. At your gorgeous face. At your goddess-like body. At your ass and your pussy.”
“We will be sucking your pretty nipples into our mouth until you’re writhing with the need for us to fuck you.”
“We will be tasting you by latching our mouths to your pussy and sucking on your clit and pulling on your soft folds until your back arches, and you beg us to stop because you can’t come anymore.”
“We’re not going to stop until you come again.”
“And then we will be lapping up your cum as it drips from you. Sip your wetness slowly until we’re fully satiated.”
“And then we’re going to fuck you.”
“Hard.”
“Long.”
“Until you’re shaking with another string of orgasms. One after another.”
