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Or to be the cause of the death of one of the guards when they get an eyeful of my ass and pussy on full display.

At least I’m still wearing my sweater, so my tits are covered.

“Mmm. Looks like our girl is being a good whore for her husbands.”

For the first time in a long fucking time, that word doesn’t feel like an insult, it doesn’t cut the way it did when they first slung it at me.

No. Now it almost feels like a term of endearment, a praise for pleasing my men.

And yeah, I love that they all think of themselves as my husbands, with or without that piece of paper from the state.

It’s also the catalyst for the breath stealing, mind blowing implosion that rocks through my uterus, causing fireworks to explode behind my tightly closed lids, making my inner walls clench down on Brixton’s dick.

“She’s coming,” he announces in a guttural tone. I think he’s about to blow, too, if his shortened thrusts and heavy breathing is anything to go by.

“I’m about to come down her throat,” Madd says, his hand resting on the back of my head as he pumps into my mouth.

I roll my eyes up to meet his gaze. He smirks down at me.

No. Not a smirk. It’s a soft smile, an adoring smile.

And then his expression changes, he squeezes his eyes shut and throws back his head. “Take it, baby girl. Take every drop,” he growls out between clenched teeth as his dick jerks and twitches and warm jets hit my tongue and the back of my throat.

Damn. There’s so much. I swear he comes longer than I’ve ever seen a man come, until I can’t keep up and some of his release seeps out of the corner of my mouth.

“You’re going to be full of cum when these two are done with you. Maybe I’ll spread you out naked, jerk off, and cover you with mine. You’d be so pretty covered like a beautiful little whore, dripping from your holes, your skin glistening with it,” Kato says.

He doesn’t wait for my permission or even a reaction as he pulls his cock free, standing only inches from my head.

I turn and open my mouth the second Maddox pulls away, but Kato clucks his tongue at me. “Uh uh. I’ll give you my dick when I’m ready. I want to see you take all of Brix first.”

That last word isn’t fully out of his mouth before Brix grips my hips in a bruising hold and slams into me hard, holding me in place as he releases deep inside my pussy.

He wasn’t lying about fucking me so deep and so hard that I’d feel him for days. I’m pretty sure he bruised my cervix and possibly rearranged my insides.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans out, leaning forward and resting his forehead against my shoulder. “That’s two,” he mutters in my ear, and I’m not sure whether he’s counting his orgasms or mine for the day… and if it means he’s planning on wringing more from my body before the day is over.

“Flip her over,” Kato says, his fist pumping fast along his shaft.

He’s still in his suit pants and button up shirt, but no jacket. His slacks are undone, his cock free, but otherwise, he’s still dressed. And the thought that he’s going to mark my skin without bothering to so much as remove his tie makes my pussy flutter. I need another cock in me. Now.

But when I’m lifted, flipped onto my back, and my sweater is ripped down the center to expose all of me – including the plastic covered tattoo – I realize this next moment isn’t about me.

My men, all three of them, are marking me in their own way. Not with a blade or even a ring, but with themselves.

My knees are bent over the armrest and spread as Maddox backs away and Kato moves closer, kneeling beside the couch and running a free hand across my tits, pinching a hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger hard enough to hurt and tear a needy moan from my throat.

As Kato fucks his fist, Brixton busies himself with finger fucking his cum back inside me.

“Keep that in your cunt like a good little whore,” he orders, as though I have any control over it.

But hell, if it means he’ll keep fingering me, curving his fingers to rub that perfect spot…

“So perfect. So fucking beautiful,” Kato says, his voice shaky with his rapid arm movements.

His groan is deep and husky a second before he shoots his load across my stomach and the lower swell of my tits. I know he would have preferred to cover me completely but was avoiding the raw marks of my tattoo, even with it covered with the strange, clear bandaging.

After a few seconds, Kato drops back onto his haunches, his breath sawing in and out of his lungs, his eyes trailing up and down my body from head to toe.