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“I never thought I’d enjoy watching a guy get sucked off,” Adrian said with wide eyes, “but this is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Wait until you see me fuck her,” Xavier said, as he thrust his fingers deeper inside me, curling them so he massaged my inner walls. He moved his thumb to my clit and pressed down, rubbing it with an even pressure until I moaned around Jackson’s cock.
God, it felt good.
Adrian pulled my dress and bra down, exposing my breast completely, and leaned over to flick his tongue over my nipple. I gasped as he gently nibbled with his teeth and returned to licking and sucking, alternating between pleasure and pain. I pulled away from Jackson’s cock, stroking it with my hand instead so I could watch what the other men were doing.
Xavier stood up and pulled his jeans off, then pulled the blanket off me with one swift motion.
My dress was bunched up around my hips and he pulled my underwear down, exposing my swollen pink pussy.
“You look delicious,” Jackson said as he moved over my body to nuzzle his mouth over my clit. Xavier arranged himself between my legs, on his knees, stroking his cock as he watched Jackson eat me out. I lifted my hips, wanting to feel him inside me, hoping that the view would inspire him to fuck me.
As though he was reading my mind, Xavier sat up on his knees and rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy, while Jackson’s tongue flicked over my clit.
“Oh,” I moaned, as I arched my back and Adrian’s teeth clamped down on my nipple. “Oh my God.”
Xavier penetrated me with his cock, his wide shaft stretching my pussy as he slid inside me. Not content with only stimulating my nipples, as Xavier rocked his ass back and forth, fucking me slowly, Adrian slid his hand under my body to gently circle my asshole with one finger.
There was so much going on that I couldn’t focus on any one part of it. I grabbed the couch and squeezed the fabric as I felt an orgasm building inside me, and Xavier increased the speed of his thrusts.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Let it happen.”
The three men worked together as a team, none of them giving me a break as my senses went into overdrive. I bucked my hips and gasped as my first orgasm swelled in my abdomen, letting out a long moan as the wave broke and my pussy trembled around Xavier’s cock.
“My turn,” Jackson said, as I flopped back on the couch, not even sure I’d be able to perform again so quickly. But as soon as he entered me, I knew I had nothing to worry about. My body enveloped his dick, welcoming him inside me.
Adrian climbed over me and straddled my chest, guiding his cock into my mouth. He blocked my view of what Jackson was doing, and not being able to see made the sensations feel a hundred times stronger.
“How deep can you take it?” Adrian asked, as he rocked his body over me, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. I couldn’t answer — my voice was blocked by his thick manhood — but I swelled with excitement as the tip reached my throat and his balls bounced off my chin.
Xavier watched, his cock softening as he milked the last few drops of cum from his circumcised tip.
“I love watching you get fucked,” he said to me. “This is honestly the best thing I’veeverseen.”
It was the best thing I’d ever felt, too. I relaxed into their movements and allowed the pleasure that filled my body to course through my veins. I loved being the center of attention. I loved being watched.
And best of all, I thought as a second orgasm reached its crescendo inside me: I lovedthem.
* * *
I was spent.
All the energy had drained from my body and I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, wrapped in Adrian’s arms.
My dreams drifted from one scene to another, letting me float through my life. There was my childhood, me building sandcastles on the beach while my mom helped me dig the moat. My high school performance ofAnnie, where I looked into the crowd and saw my mom’s face and the blue bandana that covered her bald head. A sleepover at Cora’s house, where her mom made spaghetti and we stayed up until three in the morning watching horror movies in our pajamas. Me saying “I’ve changed my mind” to the tattoo artist who was about to ink Nathan’s name into my skin. And finally, my mom at the age of sixty, drifting toward me with a baby in her arms, and somehow, I knew it was mine.
Next to me, Xavier shifted his weight, and I wrapped my arm around his barrel-shaped chest without waking up.
EPILOGUE
EMMA - SIX MONTHS LATER
The tattoo gun felt comfortable in my hand as I traced over the purple lines. I was used to the way it vibrated now, after six months of practicing every day, and I knew exactly how much pressure to apply to avoid bruising my client’s skin. Lara was a woman in her forties who’d recently been divorced and wanted a butterfly on the back of her shoulder to mark the new beginning.
“How’s your day been so far?” I asked, partly to make her feel comfortable and partly to make sure she hadn’t passed out.
“Hectic,” Lara said, and I pulled the tattoo gun away as she moved. “I took the kids to school and sat in traffic for at least an hour. Then their deadbeat father calls and says he can’t take them this weekend. Never have kids, I tell ya.”
