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Carl’s fingers tuck between my legs, pulling my panties to the side, and the wet warmth of his tongue sends jolts of excitement through me. It’s different when there are no clothes in the way.

Sean pulls away, and when I reach for him, he takes my hand. A second later he presses it on his bare chest, his heart.

He steps closer, straddling my leg as he presses his body to my side. The thickness of his cock on my side has me more eager than ever to reciprocate.

Carl grips both of my thighs and dives in, eating my pussy like it’s the tastiest dish he’s ever had. I’m too weak to resist. I give in to gluttony. I’ll take as many orgasms as these men will give.

My cream coats his face as I come undone.

“You are the sweetest, Sugar.”

A nickname? Why does that feel so intimate?

The heat of his body moves up mine as he stands, his face hovering in front of my blindfold, his warm breath letting me know his lips are poised to let me take in my own scent. I’m consumed by myself, and him, and the rock of Sean’s hips.

It doesn’t really work to have three people kiss, but Sean tries. He’s in on the mix and groans as he licks my release from where Carl’s transferred it to my lips. He slides a hand between my legs, slipping easily between my pussy lips, into my center, and another orgasm gathers.

Where are my panties?

“You’re so fucking wet. Are you ready for my cock?”

“Yes. Yes, please.” Panties not needed.

He spins me to face the ledge, helping me place my hands. Lifting my skirt, he wraps his arms around my hips, continuing to work my clit, driving me to the sweetest surrender I might ever have as his tip nudges at my entrance.

“I’ll take it slow. Tell me if I need to stop.”

He’s respecting the conversation I don’t want to have. “I’m ready.”

The wind whips past, reminding me the city is laid out at my feet. I don’t need my ex. I need my stepbrothers.

There’s a sound I can’t identify, then Mark’s voice. “Have you thought this through?”

Sean’s tip pushes a tiny bit farther, spreading my pussy lips. Now is not the time for thinking.

“I know exactly what I want.” Sean inches in, stretching me. “She feels better than you can imagine.” Sean slides his shaft back and forth in tiny motions.

“I’m here for this. I’m sorry I took so long to get my head clear, Bianca.” Footsteps bring Mark closer and he kisses the side of my face.

I cry out as Sean thrusts inside of me. His hands clamp around my hip bones as he freezes. “I’m sorry. I lost control.”

“Don’t stop. I want that. I want you to mean it.”

I didn’t know my body could be taken to these heights. So many hands and mouths. I splinter apart over and over again. White heat and stars and rainbows, everything beautiful.

My body contracts around his thick shaft. The surges of tightness, not just from him sliding in and out, but from me reflexively begging him for everything, begging for that baby he said he would give me.

He growls as his cock swells. “If you don’t want to be pregnant, tell me now.”

I thrust my hips into him. The warmth of his release coats my sex, spills out, and trickles down my thighs. It’s a shame any of his seed is wasted. I know what I want—his baby.

I lose track of the other two until Carl speaks up. “You look so fucking hot taking his cock.”

“She should take cock more often.” Mark agrees.

“She’s taking mine next,” Carl demands.

Fourteen

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