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Eh. I’m not complaining. As long as I can feel all those bars rubbing inside me, feel the thick length of him stretching me, feel the fluttering and tingles of yet another orgasm beginning to build, he can fuck me anywhere he wants.

He shoves my sweater up until my breasts are exposed then cups them in both hands, squeezing and fondling and teasing my nipples as they bounce with each of his thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he grits out as his hips punch forward over and over.

Once he tires of this position and location, he wraps me in his arms, keeping his cock buried inside me, and carries me through the garage and into the house.

He doesn’t stop until we enter the kitchen. Only then does he pull from me so he can set me on my feet, turn me so fast I nearly lose balance, and places a hand between my shoulder blades to shove me forward until my face is pressed against the cool wood.

Brixton kicks my legs wider, then…nothing.

I raise my head to look at him over my shoulder but lock eyes with Madd. Neither of us saw him sitting on the counter, a beer in one hand, his phone in the other.

“Holy shit,” he breathes out, hopping down and setting both objects on the island as he passes it to get closer.

A tongue presses to my entrance then moves up to my asshole as Madd approaches, but I can’t keep my eyes on him – or even open – as Brix begins to tongue fuck my back hole.

Maddox runs a finger down my cheek. I open my eyes and look into his face. “I want to fuck your throat,” he says, his words filthy but his tone sweet, passionate,reverent.

I nod, lifting my head.

But this is a weird angle. “Move her,” Madd says.

“I didn’t invite you,” Brixton mutters against my core.

I giggle as I push up with my hands, wiggling my ass against Brix’s face, forcing his tongue deeper for a second. “It’s been a while since you two spit-roasted me.”

The way Brixton’s eyes darken…

Wow.

My giant looks like a man walking a razor wire at my words.

He doesn’t give me the time to choose a new location, simply tosses me over his shoulder and carries me like a damn caveman while I giggle and squeal.

A sharp slap on my ass turns those giggles into a throaty moan as the sting sends pleasure rippling through my nerve endings to land directly in my clit.

When Brix finally lowers me, it’s over the arm of the couch, my feet on the ground, my stomach over the padded arm, my hands landing on the cushion.

Maddox immediately kneels on the couch in front of me, his sweats shoved down his thighs, his cock hard and jutting toward me, the tip glistening with a bead of precum.

I lick the drop away, humming at the sweet and salty taste of him. All three of them taste good, but Madd has always had this…fruity taste to his cum. Maybe it sounds weird, but I’ve always loved sucking him like a fucking lollipop.

“Suck my dick, baby,” Madd says, pushing forward as I open up for him.

Brix slides a finger inside me, pumping it a few times before pulling free and notching the flared head of his dick against my opening.

He thrusts forward so hard my hips rub against the soft fabric, and I gag around Madd’s cock.

They don’t bother developing a rhythm, each of them simply fucking me, taking what they want from me exactly how they want it.

And fuck…I’m on fire. My body feels as though there is electricity zipping through my veins, my pussy is soaked, sending out a vulgar squelching sound every time Brix pumps into me, and my clit is throbbing to my heartbeat.

Sounds leave my chest, but they’re nothing more than mumbles and moans with Madd’s thick cock pounding the back of my throat, making me gag and whimper.

Making me horny as fuck.

The sounds of feet hitting the hardwood floor heralds the arrival of a visitor, and I hope it’s Kato and not Ms. Galanos or even a guard. The last thing I want is either the woman I’ve known my whole life to see me spread out like this, acting and looking like a wanton whore…