Page 37 of Climbing Everest

Then he backs up, swings my door shut and starts walking again.

I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life when it feels as though he’s dropping me backward, but he simply lays me on top of the hood of one of the other cars, keeping my legs over his shoulders as he fucks into me hard and deep, just like he promised.

Except he promised to bend me over something.

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…

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.

“I’m so fucking tempted to take a picture of you just like this and send it to your piece of shit father.”

“Um, ew. No thank you,” I say, immediately raising my arms to cover myself the best I can.

Kato’s chuckle is deep as he tucks himself away in his slacks, pulling the zipper up and redoing his belt. “I scheduled a few appointments for you this week. Everyone’s coming here so you can plan the party the way you want.”

“Were you able to stop the announcement?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Was I able to call a newspaper and tell them to retract my order before it went out? I figured you thought more of me than that.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the big, bad Kato Antoniou and all should fall to their knees in fear,” I tease.

He leans closer until he’s hovering his face over mine. “Keep it up and I’ll have you on your knees begging for mercy.” And then he does as he did in the beginning when he was being a complete and total dickhead and presses the sweetest kiss to my lips.

Smirking at him, I stretch my arms over my head and look at him through my lashes. “Promise?”