Page 10 of Their Virgin Prize

Billionaires?Are they really, or is he exaggerating?

I don’t have time to wonder, or a brain cell with which to care, when Briggs fits his hand back to my core—this time withtwo fingers that he scissors apart wider every time he opens them.

My hands reach out to either side of me, instinctively searching for purchase so I don’t get washed away by the rising tide of rapture. They land on Grant’s and Wesley’s cocks, and I grip them, holding on for dear life.

The men groan and fuck into my fists, showing me just how much they have to give me.

I’m scared by the intensity of the sensations that crash over me, waves that start at the place where Briggs and I are connected.

This wasn’t part of our deal.

I never intended to enjoy this.

To give them my ecstasy for free.

Then again, I didn’t consider I might have to resist experts intent on eliciting a sensual response. They touch, kiss, and knead me from shoulders to knees and back. My lips part so I can drag in a ragged breath. When Grant dips his head and suckles one nipple while Wesley uses his teeth on the other in time to the wriggling of Briggs’s fingers, a jolt of lightning zings upward from my center.

My eyes fly open and lock on Wesley’s. “Go with it, prize. We’ve got you.”

Stupid or not, I want to believe him. That anyone, even a near-stranger, could have my back.

I cry out as Briggs digs deeper, stroking some hidden recess while Grant rubs my clit in time to his friend’s motions.

My entire being gathers, collects into an unexpected storm of rapture, then rains down over us, soaking Briggs’s hand and the crimson sheets. I clutch Wesley’s and Grant’s cocks, strangling them while I shake and squirm, though they don’t seem to mind.

What the hell was that? And when can I do it again?

Gasping for air, completely unraveled, at first I don’t realize they’re already repositioning themselves.

Grant and Briggs switch places. While Grant pushes up onto straight-locked arms above me, Briggs pins me down with his mammoth forearm, the heel of his hand landing on my chin as he pries my mouth open to feed me the proof of my depravity.

Wesley tells me what to do. “Yes, suck his fingers clean, Clover. Be our good girl. You know you want to.”

At the same time, he repositions my legs so that they’re splayed even wider as Grant takes up the job of blocking the view from the front. His bare ass is on display instead of my most private parts, which only my three men can enjoy.

Up close, and very personal.

I can’t tell if blood is rushing through my ears as my climax subsides or if the crowd is grumbling. I tell myself it’s the former because I’m not about to let anything taint the bliss my buyers have given me. It’s an astonishing and precious gift.

Wesley and Briggs barricade me in, shielding either side of my torso. Each of them takes one of my legs and drapes it over their hips in my now familiar position, exposing me to their friend.

Grant wastes no time sinking into the place they arranged for him.

His imposing presence over me should induce claustrophobia. Instead, he’s my living, breathing, sexy shelter. Other than the top of my head and my legs from the knees down, there’s not much of me for the cameras that surround us to broadcast.

The thump of his erection landing on my mound returns my attention to him.

My body is still humming from what Briggs has done to me. But this is no finger, or even two.

I turn toward Briggs—my protector—for reassurance, and he swoops in, kissing me, sharing the taste of the pleasure he elicited from me. I quake as the feeling he’s given me reawakens.

It’s like an itch I can’t scratch.

But Grant’s thick cock might be able to do the job for me.

I struggle beneath him, needingsomething, though I’m not experienced enough to know exactly what yet.

“Relax, little miss.” He looks to Wesley for assistance.

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