Page 9 of Their Virgin Prize

Wesley and Grant work in tandem, each drawing one of my thighs toward them, draping my knees over theirs. They leave me open to Briggs, who wastes no time fitting himself to the space they made for their best friend.

When his breath washes over me, I gasp and draw back. Even the puff of air is enough to feel like full contact to my nerves, which are on high alert.

Wesley chuckles. “This is going to be more fun than I expected.”

“Fuck.” Grant groans and shifts, his rock-hard cock stabbing into my hip. Soon it will be somewhere closer to my center.

Briggs nuzzles between my legs, drawing deep of the scent of my fear mixed with my growing arousal. If nothing else, they’re good at sharing.

What chance does a virgin stand against three skilled men?

None. So I surrender.

“Ah, that’s our good girl.” Wesley nips my shoulder the instant I relax, sinking deeper into the luxurious silk sheets.

“That’s right. Let him make you feel good.” Grant kisses my cheek, sweet where Wesley is stern.

Briggs extends his tongue and licks a warm, wet trail along my slit.

I shudder. This time fear has nothing to do with it. My toes curl where they dangle in the air behind Grant’s and Wesley’s legs.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” Wesley asks with a smirk.

He knows damn well I did.

“Hmm.” I’m incapable of speech, or anything except clinging to him and spreading my legs wider to make room for Briggs’s huge shoulders.

“Put your fingers in her,” Wesley barks to Briggs. “Stretch her out for Grant or he’s never going to fit in that tight cunt.”

His crass language shocks me, but it also turns me on.

Grant softens the impact. He puts one hand low on my belly and rubs gently. “Don’t worry, little miss. We’ll come together just fine. Briggs will make sure of it.”

As if to prove him right, Briggs pairs the pressure of his blunt finger with light sucks on my clit.

My entire existence expands. What have I been missing?

Not much in my whole life has felt good. And this…this is incredible. I’m desperate for… “More.”

“They’ve got her now. Trapped between them, begging already. Isn’t she pretty?” The auctioneer fills in for those who can’t see through the wall of flesh my three soon-to-be lovers have built around me.

I moan when I realize I uttered my need out loud. I mewl and writhe on the bed between them. There’s something alluring in every direction. No matter where I look, touch, shift, there’s manflesh and temptation. “What are you doing to me?”

“He’s eating that sweet pussy,” Wesley teases as Grant pets me everywhere he can reach.

I try to resist. It’s impossible.

Yes, they’re defiling me, but they’re protecting me too. No one’s ever done that before, and I’m powerless to stop the arousal their fierce possession rouses in me. Not to mention the impact of their touches on my knees, my torso, my neck, and my breasts.

None of that compares to what Briggs is doing, though. He electrifies me when he slides his finger into my unused opening and begins to work it deep.

“Is she wet for us?” Wesley asks.

I’m mortified when Briggs withdraws long enough to hold his hand up high, where everyone can see what they’ve done to me. His hand glistens in the light of a thousand flames, none of which are burning as brightly as the one they’ve lit inside me.

The crowd cheers and shouts encouragement.

“Even our bashful Miss Clover can’t resist these three billionaires.” The auctioneer laughs.

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