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“Tell us,” Lyric demands. “Tell us how you ache for all of us to ravish you at once. None of us will resist, and you’ll have all three cocks buried deep inside your tight cunt, your legs spread wide for our pleasure. That’s what you yearn for, isn’t it, slut?”
I swallow hard at his rough words, my body coiling tighter with desire. “Please.”
Lyric’s hands trail down my back, a wicked command dripping from his lips. “Kneel in front of Matty.”
As if in a trance, I slowly descend to the floor, my knees meeting the unforgiving hardwood with a muted thud. My hands seek stability on Matty’s knees, grounding myself in the growing tempest of lust and pleasure.
After releasing my hair, Lyric sinks to the floor, kneeling behind me. One hand clasps my side, while the other trails down to my ass, the pads of his fingertips tantalizingly close to where I crave him most.
“Such a pretty little cunt,” he murmurs, his voice gruff as he grips me firmly, and a whimper of pleasure escapes my lips. Lyric traces his fingers along the edge of my thigh, his touch igniting a fire within me. “Have you ever been fucked by two men, dove?”
Matty’s thumb brushes over my earlobe with enough force to send electrifying pleasure down to my toes. It sharpens my arousal, and I instinctively rock my hips.
Lyric chuckles wickedly behind me as he grips the base of my neck. “I can feel how eager you are.” He pushes his hardness against my lower back, and I have to clench my fingers on Matty’s knees to prevent myself from coming right then and there.
He tuts, a sound dripping with dark amusement, as he presses his body against my back, trapping me between him and his brother. One hand wraps around my body to grip my neck, the other around my belly.
“Soon, all three of us will slide inside this hungry little cunt. We won’t just fuck you, little dove,” he whispers into my ear, his words like a promise. “We’ll claim you and make you ours.”
Lyric’s teeth sink into the shell of my ear, sending an electrifying jolt down my spine. Lyric releases a deep, shuddering growl, and in that primal moment, I am confident of his intent. All three want to keep me locked up between them, a possession for their pleasure. They crave to claim me as their own.
A wicked part of me wants this, the exhilarating notion of existing solely as their plaything, yet another part of me screams that if I let them, I’ll only ever exist for their whims, a mere pawn in their dark game.
Lyric pushes me down toward Matty’s lap, the heat of their desire palpable. My head brushes against the firmness concealed by the fabric of Matty’s pants, a reminder of the intimacy that threatens to consume us.
“Open your legs, little dove, ass in the air,” Lyric commands, his voice both firm and hypnotic. I comply, spreading my legs and tilting my ass in the air for him. In this vulnerable position, I can feel Lyric at my back, his muscular chest pressing against me. Every time one of us breathes, my body tenses even more than before.
Matty’s hands roam my body freely, exploring the curves and contours he can reach as if they were an exquisite landscape, yet his eyes remain closed.
“Don’t think,” Matty murmurs, his words laced with desire. His cock twitches against my mouth, a pulsating reminder of the craving that binds us.
My hands trace over the rough fabric of his sweats, moving up until I can grip the hem and slide it down over his thighs, then his knees, allowing them to pool at his feet. The unveiling of his desire marks the point of no return, where pleasure and consequence entwine.
My mouth waters as I look at his thick cock, and I lick my lips. I yearn to taste him, to devour him and feel the heady rush of pleasure surging through us.
“Touch me,” Matty rumbles, leaning his head back onto the couch, surrendering to the sensations that course through him.
My hand firmly grips him, pumping up and down a few times, each movement coaxing a moan from him. I lean down, dragging my hot breath against his skin. My mouth puckers, ready to flick my tongue along the side of his cock, but he surprises me by pushing it against my cheek.
Lyric chuckles wickedly behind me, reveling in our shared desire. “Nice try, dove,” he taunts, adding a layer of playful menace to the charged atmosphere. “Stop teasing him.”
Matty grins down at me, his blue eyes sparkling with a raw intensity. Something shifts in his gaze. There’s acceptance there, as though he’s embracing this moment. “Beg,” he whispers, his voice not as firm as his brother’s, nor as demanding as Desmond’s, but uniquely his own. “Beg for my cock, sweetheart.”
I run my tongue over my lips again, nervous anticipation tingling in the air. I see Matty’s Adam’s apple bob as he swallows—a telltale sign of his desire evolving into something deeper and more intense.
That strange ache rises in my chest, similar to the one I felt when I was begging for Desmond’s cock. It carries me forward with Matty, propelling me into this dance of pleasure and submission.
“Please?” My voice is barely more than a breathy whisper, laden with desire as I attempt to convey just how much I want him.
“Please, what?” Matty’s other hand winds tightly in my hair, pulling hard enough to elicit a whimper that escapes from the depths of my being.
“Please.” I force the word out, a hopeful plea escaping my lips. A small, wicked smile plays on his lips as my submission falls perfectly into place. “I want to taste you.”
Without warning, he pulls me onto his throbbing cock, and I feel every glorious inch of it slide into my mouth. Pleasure courses down my spine, making me moan against him.
Lyric groans, catching on to what Matty is doing, but we’re lost in our own world. The room and everyone in it fades away, leaving only the intense sensation of Matty’s cock filling and stretching my mouth.
For a moment, my mind goes blissfully blank as a flurry of images flash before my eyes—me kneeling between their legs, begging for their cocks.
