Page 38 of Filthy Rich Brother’s Best Friends (Filthy Rich Harems #5)

“I’m gonna come,” Jude growls, his thrusts becoming erratic. He slams into me one last time, his cock pulsing as he fills the condom with his release. He pulls out, leaving my pussy empty and aching.

Miles isn’t done though. He pulls his cock out and gets behind me, spreading my legs even wider.

He grabs another condom and rolls it on before pushing into me slowly, like he’s savoring the way my pussy stretches to accommodate him.

He starts to move, his hips grinding against mine as he fucks me with long, deep strokes.

"Oh fuck, Lola," Miles moans, his pace quickening. His fingers dig into my hips as he drives deeper, harder. His breathing becomes ragged, his muscles tensing. "I'm gonna come, baby."

With one final thrust, he buries himself to the hilt inside me. He collapses on top of me, his breath hot against my neck.

Before I can catch my breath, Reid is behind me.

"I want to try something," he whispers, his hands kneading my ass cheeks. His thumb traces my puckered hole, sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure through me. "Would you let me fuck this perfect ass, Lola?"

I swallow hard, my heart racing. "I've never...done that before," I admit. The thought makes me nervous but I’m also intrigued.

"We don't have to," he says, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades.

"No, I want to," I say, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Just...please go really slowly."

Reid smiles as he reaches for the lube that has magically appeared in Jude’s hand. "I'll take care of you, baby. I promise. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop."

He drizzles the cool liquid between my cheeks, then slowly works one finger into me. I tense at the unfamiliar sensation, but he talks me through the whole thing.

"Relax, Lo. I've got you," he murmurs, his free hand stroking my back. He adds more lube, working a second finger in alongside the first, stretching me even more. The burn gives way to an intense pleasure that has me pushing back against his hand.

"That's it," Reid encourages, his voice husky. "You're doing so fucking good."

By the time he has three fingers inside me, I'm moaning shamelessly and my body is on fire with need. He withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss. The sound of a condom wrapper tearing fills the air, followed by the slick sounds of Reid lubing himself up.

"Ready?" he asks, positioning the head of his cock against my entrance.

"Yes," I breathe, gripping the edge of the table. "Just remember—slow."

Reid keeps his promise. He enters me with excruciating patience, giving me time to adjust to every inch. The pressure is bordering on painful, but he pauses whenever I tense up, his hands massaging my lower back, whispering praise until I relax again.

When he's finally seated fully inside me, we both groan. The fullness is unlike anything I've ever experienced—overwhelming in the best possible way.

"Fuck, Lola," Reid hisses through clenched teeth. "You feel incredible. So tight around me."

He begins to move, just as he promised—achingly slow, careful strokes that gradually build into a pleasure I never expected.

"Is this okay?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

"Yes," I gasp. "Don't stop."

Miles and Jude watch as Reid claims this last part of me. Reid's pace remains measured, deliberate, his hands gripping my hips to steady me.

"I want you to come again. Can you do that for me, baby?" he murmurs, reaching around my body. His fingers find my clit, still sensitive from earlier, and begin making slow circles. The dual sensation—his cock sliding in and out of my ass while his fingers work my clit—is so damn good.

"Oh god," I moan, my body trembling. "Reid, I'm?—"

"That's it," he encourages, his fingers moving faster now. "It’s all yours—just take it."

I cry out as I come, my body clenching around him and it feels so good I can barely stand it. Reid groans, his rhythm faltering as my body squeezes him.

"Fuck, I'm coming," he grunts, his pace still controlled despite the pleasure building inside him. With a guttural moan, Reid's hips stutter against mine and his fingers dig into my hips hard enough to leave marks.

He carefully pulls out, his breath still ragged. As I collapse onto the table, completely spent, I notice movement at the corner of my vision.

Jude and Miles are now positioned on either side of me, both with their cocks in their hands, stroking themselves. The sight of them pleasuring themselves while watching us sends another jolt of arousal through my body.

Miles groans, his hand working faster. His eyes are locked on my face, and I can tell from his expression that he’s close to coming again.

Jude's breathing grows heavier beside me. "Watching you take all of us...goddamn," he pants, his fist pumping his length. His abs tense as he gets closer to the edge.

I push myself up on wobbly arms, wanting to see them both come.

Miles reaches his peak first, throwing his head back with a strangled moan as he spills over his fist. The sight of him losing control pushes Jude over too, and he comes with a deep grunt, his release hitting his stomach in sticky white streaks.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is our collective heavy breathing. Then Jude returns with warm washcloths, gently cleaning me up. When he's done, he presses a soft kiss to my forehead.

"You were amazing, baby," he whispers against my skin.

Miles is next, cupping my face in his hands and planting a tender kiss on my lips.

Reid helps me sit up, his strong arms supporting my weight. Thank god because my legs feel like jello. He brushes my hair away from my face, his eyes soft with affection as he leans in to place a gentle kiss on the corner of my mouth.

"You were incredible, Lola," he says, his voice low and reverent. "Thank you for trusting me."

They surround me then, their bodies forming a protective circle. Their hands caress me gently now, so different from the rough, sexy touches. I’ve never felt so completely worshipped. Damn, it’s going to be a good day…