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Hard.

My orgasm crashed into me, my core tightening impossibly. But Flynn was there, forcing it to stretch, to accommodate his thick cock as he pounded into me. My orgasm didn’t have a chance to wane before I was coming again even harder than before. Breathless, I sobbed, still needing more.

“Stay,” Tristan commanded, and I opened my eyes. “She wants you, Ry. Stay here and fuck her mouth. She saved it for you.”

Ry shook his head, backing away before Flynn pulled free of me again, and I cried out, reaching for him. But all it did was loosen the tight clasp I had around Ezra’s cock. He froze, his eyes hardening. He shook his head, and I rushed to comply with his unspoken demand.

Flynn stood before him and held out his hand, waiting for Ry to take it.

“Flynn,” Ry growled in warning.

“I’m asking you to stay too. Please.” He gestured to us, all of us looking in their direction. “You don’t have to touch us, and we won’t touch you. But stay for Zee. Let her suck you off.”

Ry stood rigidly, the erection tenting his pants the only indication that he wanted in. Flynn came back to us and propped my ankle back on his shoulder. He pursed his lips and exhaled slowly, the disappointment that Ry hadn’t immediately accepted radiating from him.

“Hey,” I croaked, nudging his ear with my toe. “I love you.”

Flynn smiled, the joy lighting up his face with a radiance that made my breath catch. He nuzzled my ankle and guided his cock into me, slower than before.

I moaned, and my eyes slipped closed as my guys took me to heaven, their movements slowing down after the frantic pace they’d initially set.

“Zali,” Ezra whispered, and I opened my eyes, gazing at him.

He flicked his eyes to the side, and I turned my head in that direction. Ry stood there, watching us. His eyes were locked on my body, flicking between Ezra at my chest and Flynn and Tristan between my legs. His hand was wrapped around his dick. My mouth watered at the sight, the veins in both his hand and his dick like ambrosia. He jacked himself, a bead of pre-cum forming at his slit. He’d only unzipped his pants, tucking his underwear under his sac. His vest was still buttoned, but he’d pulled the bowtie and top button of his shirt open. It was a fucking good look on him.

I moaned, and Ry met my stare. Air punched out of his lungs, and a larger drop of pre-cum leaked from his slit, dripping onto the floor.

“No,” I cried. “Mine. I need it.”

Ry moaned, and like a domino, it set the others off too, the deep masculine sounds ratcheting my desire up.

My guys were giving me everything. All of themselves. But I still wanted more. I wanted Ryder.

Was I a greedy bitch? Without a doubt.

Did I care? Not in the fucking slightest.

I wanted him to eliminate the distance between us, to feed me his cock. But I wouldn’t push him into it. He needed to want me. He also needed to be okay with sharing me with these men.

I wasn’t sure, though, of any of it. Was he forcing himself to be here? Did he really want to watch the live-action porno in front of him? His shoulders were tense, his body vibrating. But his cock was as hard as stone, his cockhead leaking like a tap.

He was close, ready to come apart in front of us.

If only he took one more step so I could get a taste.

I moaned, desperate for him, and opened my mouth in invitation. Ezra’s movements stuttered. He grunted and flooded my neck with the pre-cum steadily dripping from his cock.

My cunt tightened. I loved watching them take their pleasure from me. Ezra’s tight body filled my view, his abs flexing and biceps bulging as he held his weight and fucked my tits.

Flynn gasped, then rolled my clit between his fingers, pushing deeper into me. His thrusts lost their rhythm too. We were all hovering on the edge, teetering on the precipice. I wanted us to fall over together and float on a cloud of happy hormones for as long as it could carry us.

Tristan shifted to spit on his dick again, and then he thrust in at the same time as Flynn. It was like they had the instruction manual to my orgasms, knowing exactly what buttons to push, exactly what part of me to tune in to to make me fall apart in their arms.

My body buzzed, my clit pulsing and waves of ecstasy radiating outward to envelop me. I shivered, despite the warmth surrounding me now.

“That’s it, kitten. Come for us again.”

Hearing the words, the rasp in his voice, the desperation there, his restraint was all it took. I keened and rode the waves of my orgasm, my cunt clenching hard around Flynn and Tristan. Flynn moaned, his forehead pressed to my shin. The hot splashes of his cum inside me were like a brand. An ownership mark only we knew about.

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