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"Ours," Preston said as he ran the tips of his fingers down her soaking-hot center.
She released a full-body quiver but still wrestled with her modesty.
No one had ever looked at her this way before. So intimately. She’d never been this blatantly exposed before.
She couldn’t help herself. She tried to close her legs again. If Preston or anyone else touched her again, she'd embarrass herself a second time in a matter of minutes.
"Tsk," Michael murmured. Frantically, she raised her head to try and see what they were doing.
With Preston still between her spread thighs, Michael and Zachary each took one of her legs, wrapped a silk-lined cuff around her ankles, and tied her to the bed.
Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
She couldn’t understand why restraining her made her feel hotter, with her heart ready to just disintegrate from sensation overload.
A fresh layer of liquid arousal pooled at the entrance of her pussy.
No. No. No.
Three sets of eyes remained fixed on her.
A tiny drop escaped her folds, then another and another.
Her wetness leaked onto the cushion beneath her butt.
"Fuck."
Dakota gave a feeble whimper at their oath.
Her body was stretched to its fullest. Her nipples had swollen to the point of turning crimson.
Using the tip of his finger, Preston scooped up her wetness and stroked it over her clit.
She jolted as if electrocuted.
She couldn’t come again. At least not with just the slightest provocation. What was wrong with her and her premature orgasms? She had not practiced; that was what was wrong with her.
"She’s so fucking pretty. Look at those velvet folds. That little clit of hers that’s shimmering like a diamond with its wetness.
Michael tested the texture of her folds between his fingers. Zachary slipped just the point of his finger into her opening.
She almost died.
"Stretching her with our cocks is going to damn near kill us; she's so damn tight. So small…"
Dakota groaned incoherently. The thought of them entering her pussy with their cocks, her lips parting to take them in, had her trembling anew with fear and indescribable need alike.
She almost orgasmed again out of thin air when they licked off whatever wetness they had caught on their fingers.
"Please," she cried, desperate to close her legs because everything was more than she and her heart could handle.
Preston lowered his head to her and licked, from her clit down her slit then back up again. Michael and Zachary did the same. And then it was all three of their mouths on her pussy.
Sucking her, licking her clit, pulling her folds until she cried in agonized pleasure and thanked them by getting wetter.
They bit the inside of her thigh, left hickeys on her mons, and then drove her over the edge into a blinding sea of piercing pleasure.
She came in their mouths. They worked in such perfect unison, swapping their tongues between her folds to catch her spasms before she collapsed into a buzzing stupor.
