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My mind and heart finally catch up as they race to match the same beating rhythm of the throbbing of my clit.

“Boundaries. Now,” Ian demands, walking around from behind me to stand next to Mitch, and my blood runs hot.

“Stop means stop. No means no,” I say simply.

“That’s it?” Ian says, his eyes wide.

“She has a habit of sugarcoating it, so allow me to enlighten you,” Mitch speaks for me, running a hand down my jawline. “Our little slut loves relinquishing control. Not only does it make her pussy purr like a lioness in heat, but it allows her to let go of all her inhibitions…all her fears…all her doubts. A moment in time to offer up her body for pleasure…nothing more or less.”

I take a deep, slow breath and stare at Mitch with complete adoration. He knows me so well and understands my needs more than I understand them myself.

“Isn’t that right, baby?” he asks with a smile, and I nod slowly.

“Most of all,” Mitch continues, sliding two fingers over my bottom lip before thrusting them into my mouth, slow and deep until they hit my gag reflex at the back of my throat. “My personal favorite kink of hers is that she likes to choke on every fucking inch that will fit down her throat. Which is why I refuse to wait another goddamn second to watch her swallow you down.”

Mitch pulls his fingers from my mouth and steps back, pulling Ian with him.

“Remove every scrap of fabric from your body…now,” Mitch demands.

I grip the hem of my shirt, ready to pull it over my head, but I freeze as I remember I’m supposed to be a brat. I drop my hands to my sides and look at each of the boys in turn. Their eyes narrow at my lack of obedience.

“Roxy,” Mitch teases.

I lift my hands over my head, wiggling my fingers, and without so much as a glance at each other, they lunge at me. In complete synchrony, as if it were a rehearsed choreography, they start tearing the clothes from my body.

Mitch pulls the button and zipper of my skirt while Ian grips the hem of my shirt, ripping it over my head in one swift motion. I gasp as the cool air hits my bare skin, and a shiver runs through me as the boys waste no time, stripping me down to nothing.

Ian walks around me to unclasp my bra, but he doesn’t pull it free until he’s back in front of me. He drags his fingers along the straps hanging limply on my shoulders before watching them fall, leaving me bareand his eyes hungry.

Mitch’s fingers slip inside the waistband of my skirt, skimming along my hip bones as he yanks it and my panties down my legs. Ian lifts me ever so slightly in the air, my bare breasts pressed against his chest, as Mitch pulls my skirt free and tosses it to the side. Ian sets me down softly on my feet, and his hands linger on my skin before stepping back next to Mitch.

Their eyes roam over my body, lingering on every curve and dip as I stand before them, completely exposed and vulnerable…but not uncomfortable. The way I command their attention, wearing nothing but my perfume while they remain fully clothed, makes me feel like a fucking goddess and so deliciously slutty at the same time.

Mitch grabs Ian, pulling him close and wrapping an arm around his neck. He whispers something in Ian’s ear, making him nod and smirk.

“You fucking know it,” Ian says, licking his lips as his eyes travel down from my face to my tits, lingering on my bare pussy.

The hunger, the desire, the need to possess all of me flashes behind his thick lashes, and God, do I want to give myself to them. Every inch of my body is theirs to use as they please, and I trust they will take full advantage of my offering.

Mitch passes what looks like a scrap of black fabric over to Ian, who fists the fabric for all of a second before his eyes turn feral.

“Is that my panties?” I ask curiously, recognizing the fabric.

He answers with a smile, holding my panties up to his nose and breathing in deep. “So fucking wet already,” Ian groans, his hands are balled into fists like it’s taking every ounce of control not to reach out for me.

“For us,” Mitch says, guiding him toward me. “For you.”

Ian steps forward and pulls me close, pressing his lips to my neck with a ferocity that steals my breath away. I hear the clink of a belt buckle, but my attention is solely focused on the placement of Ian’s mouth. His tongue is mapping every crevice of my neck. I’m lost in him, lost in the sensation of his hands running over my body like he can’t get enough.

A new wave of heat spreads through me as Ian’s hands land on my hips, and his grip tightens. Mitch appears over Ian’s shoulder, and a wicked grin spreads across his face as the sound of a zipper makes my heart race. I lower my gaze to find Mitch’s hand sinking into the waistband of Ian’s already undone pants, his belt hanging slack, and pulls out Ian’s thick swollen cock. I audibly gasp at the sight, my eyes wide as I can’t help but stare as Mitch wraps his hand around the base and starts stroking him firmly. His fingers barely overlapping around Ian’s thickness.

Jesus. Fucking. Christ.

Ian’s cock is every bit as intimidating as Mitch promised it would be.

“That’s right, baby. Look at what you do to him,” Mitch says, squeezing the head of Ian’s cock before sliding his hand back down to the base.

Ian shivers as Mitch grabs my hand and wraps it around the base of his cock, pre-cum leaking from the tip. I can’t help but lick my lips at the sight. My grip tightens as Mitch guides my hand up and down Ian’s length.

Ian’s hand wraps around the back of my neck, gripping my hair in his hand. A growl vibrates from the back of his throat. He tugs my hair, forcing my head back as his mouth finds mine in a filthy and demanding kiss. My lips part, and his tongue sweeps across mine, taking what he wants.

Mitch’s hand disappears from Ian's cock, but I continue to stroke him at the same pace. The warmth of Mitch’s body presses against my back, and he wraps his arms around my middle, cupping my breasts in his hands, pinching and rolling my nipples between his fingers. I let out a moan into Ian’s mouth, and his grip on my hair and hip tightens as we break the kiss to catch our breath.

Mitch leans his head low, his breath hot on my neck. “I want to watch you choke down every inch of his cock,” he growls in my ear before shifting slightly to nip at my earlobe, causing a shiver down my spine. “Now, get on your knees and show him how deep that pretty mouth of yours goes,” he commands.

My heart skips a beat as Mitch places a hand on my shoulder and pushes me to my knees. I’m staring. I know I’m gawking, but I can’t help it. It’s massive, thick, and long with a slight curve upward.

“Fuck,” I moan with excitement and intimidation. “You're…huge.”

“I told you,” Mitch says in my ear, crouching behind me.

Part of me actually thought Mitch was pulling my leg about how big Ian is, but seeing it for myself front and center, it’s a fucking masterpiece in human biology.

I gaze up at Ian, towering over me, with an equal mix of anticipation and nervousness. “God really does have favorites. Remind me to thank him for you,” I say, teasing as I grip his cock with both hands and stroke with a firm grip.

“Don’t worry, you’ll see God tonight,” Ian laughs from above me. “You can thank him then.”

“You’re already on your knees,” Mitch growls in my ear, “perfect time to practice a little worship.”

A glistening drop of precum rests on the tip of Ian’s cock, and I twirl my tongue around the sensitive head, tasting the salty sweetness as it coats my tongue.

I tilt my head back and part my lips wide, and my tongue rolls out for Ian like a welcome mat. Beckoning him to take control of my mouth. He grips the base of his dick and strokes at a slow, steady pace as he places a hand on my cheek, running this thumb down my waiting tongue.

For a long moment, Ian stares at me as if he can’t believe he’s finally getting to see me on my knees, my mouth wide and waiting to take him in.

Mitch stands quickly and reaches over me to grab Ian by the jaw to demand his attention. “Stop stroking your own cock and put it in her throat, dumbass,” he demands.

Mitch is growing impatient by the second, and I love seeing this side of him. I love that both of them can drop all their filters and leave all their masks at the door to be themselves in here with me.

Mitch kisses Ian with a quick peck, then smacks his cheek for emphasis. Ian looks at Mitch as if seeing him for the first time. A smile spreads across his face, and he laughs.

“I can’t believeI’ve known you for over a decade, and I didn’t know you were a sadist until I called you cute and you bent me over and fucked me raw,” Ian chuckles. “You think you know someone.”

“Don’t take it personally,” Mitch replies, crouching back down behind me, pulling my hair behind my shoulders. “I didn’t know I was a sadist until I met this little masochist.”

Mitch sinks his hand in my hair, gripping it tightly and pulling back so my back arches, pushing my tits out toward Ian. Ian sucks in a sharp breath at the sight, his eyes glued to my chest.

“There are so many things in life that I can’t control. Things that seem to come so fucking easy to everyone else, and I’m left drowning just trying to figure shit out,” Mitch says, planting a kiss on my neck. “Being in control of her changed everything…but you…” he spits, pointing a finger up at Ian, “Mother fucker! Holding out on me for ten goddamn years.”

“Fuck you, I didn’t hold out. I was waiting for the missing piece to make us whole,” Ian says, looking straight down at me.

My heart nearly explodes. He can’t be talking about me. I’m barely a whole piece for myself. How can I possibly be a missing piece for them?

“What took you so long to find us?” Mitch whispers in my ear. “Show her how she fits with us, Ian. Show our girl how long we’ve waited to have her to ourselves.”

Our girl.

My heart is in my throat as Ian steps forward and taps the head of his cock against my tongue before sliding it past my lips, thrusting slowly until saliva coats his cock and he’s deep in my mouth. Long. Thick. Delicious. A wave of euphoria washes over me as I feel him hit the back of my throat.

“Good girl,” Mitch praises as I gag on his best friend’s cock. “Fucking perfection.”

Mitch settles behind me, and the hand in my hair tightens, securing me in place for Ian’s thrusts. Each thrust fills every cell of my body with a burning desire that can only be quenched by the salty taste of Ian in the back of my throat.

I moan around Ian’s cock, enjoying the feeling of being used by him while Mitch whispers dirty words in my ear, encouraging Ian to go harder, faster, deeper. I swallow around his cock, feeling him throb in my mouth.

“You’re even more beautiful than I imagined choking on his dick,” Mitch growls in my ear, “The way I fantasized about this moment so many times. I knew you could fucking take him.” A bit of pride making its way into his tone.

My lips stretch around Ian’s thickness as he begins thrusting deeper into my mouth, steady and cautious. Too cautious. I want to know. I need to see if I can handle him my way. Every inch of him. I want him. I need him. All of him.

In an act of desperation, I grab Ian’s hips, pulling him towards me, pushing him deeper into my throat until I choke down every curve and every ridge that makes him unique and intoxicating.

“Holy shit!” Ian moans, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head as I bob my head on his cock.

“I told you!” Mitch laughs like a maniac. “Our slut knows what she likes. Trust her.”

Throwing caution to the wind, Ian grips a fist of my hair in one hand, assisting my movements with his own control, and picks up his rhythm. His hips pushing deeper and harder into my throat.

There is something so sensual about the way Ian fucks my mouth. His movements are smooth and fluid and so fucking deep. I savor the taste of him, feeling his hardness slide into my mouth with precision and the pressure at the back of my throat, causing me to moan around him. With his free hand, he wipes away the tears that roll down my face with his thumb, then raps me on the cheek leaving behind a subtle sting, and my pussy begs for the same treatment.

I put more pressure on his hips, and he stops thrusting, “Are you okay? Was that too much?” he asks in a panic, trying to pull out, but I hold him in place and choke around him.

I shake my head slightly to answer and give him a wink as he looks down at me with concern, an action that is such a staple of his personality—my angel.

“Hit her again,” my demon growls from next to my ear. “Hit her while she fucking chokes.”

Mitch lifts his hand to Ian’s thighs, and together, we slowly pull Ian’s hips forward as his thick cock slips deeper into my throat, pushing past all resistance and, with it, my ability to breathe. But I don’t care. I need this more than I need air.

Mitch gives one final jerk of Ian’s hips, and he sinks balls deep into my throat. I gag roughly around him as Mitch holds him in place.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Ian moans as my lips stretch tight around him.

I look up at him through watery eyes as he towers over me, his head thrown back in ecstasy. His hand grips my hair tight, cock so deep in my throat my nose presses into his abdomen. An immediate burst of arousal slickens my thighs with the feeling of him so deep.

His head drops to watch me as I constrict my throat muscles, swallowing around him, and his eyes roll into the back of his head from the added pressure.

“Fucking hell,” Ian moans, his voice cracking. His cock twitches deep in my mouth, and I gag hard. Tears stream down the corners of my eyes, and his hand comes down on my cheek again, harder this time. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“She’s more than incredible…she’s ours. Look at her taking your dick like her throat was fucking made for you,” Mitch says, watching in awe, well aware of all the tricks I have up my sleeve and down my throat. “Has anyone else ever been able to deep-throat you like this?”

“Never,” Ian whimpers as I attempt to roll my tongue along his length. His hand comes down on my cheek once more and lingers on my face until it tightens around my jaw, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.

“We found our ‘Always.’” Mitch praises me, dropping his usual sadist bedroom mask to show his gooey center. “And we’re never fucking letting her go, are we?”

“Never,” Ian repeats, and my heart joins Ian’s dick in my throat.

The mixture of Ian’s dick warming in my throat, with each of their hands in my hair, is enough to do me in. But with Ian’s other hand gripping my jaw and Mitch cupping Ian’s balls, I’m well past the point of bursting for stimulation.

My lungs burn from the lack of air, and I dig my nails into Ian’s thighs. He groans, and his eyes flutter shut as he tries to pull out, but Mitch grips his hips, slamming his cock back into the depths of my throat. Stars burst behind my eyes at the impact, and I’m so fucking close to cumming it hurts.

“You can breathe when I say you can breathe,” Mitch spits through gritted teeth.

He slips his hand from my hair to rubbing circles around my clit. My body jerks involuntarily, and I moan out around Ian’s cock as an intense orgasm rips through me instantly. My whole body convulses, and my eyes roll into the back of my head like some possessed oxygen-deprived sex doll.

“I swear there’s a G-spot in her throat or something,” Mitch laughs, relishing in my undoing. “You beautiful creature.”

Sensing my now overwhelming need for oxygen, Mitch drops his hand from Ian’s hip, and Ian pulls out of my throat completely. I immediately suck in greedy gasps of air between cries as the waves continue to hit me one after another.

Ian kneels in front of me and watches me cum with fire in his eyes as his fingers join Mitch in their dance around my clit before slipping two fingers inside me.

I moan profanities with a guttural edge as Mitch grips tight onto one of my thighs to keep me wide and accessible for them.

Ian’s eyes travel down my body and settle on his fingers disappearing between my thighs. I cry out as he curls his fingers against the perfect spot, and the overstimulation reaches new heights until I crash back down hard and fast.

My body goes limp against Mitch, and he slides his hand up from my clit to hold me around my waist.

Ian hovers in front of me, blurry at first, but as my vision clears, the first thing I see is the two fingers that were just inside of me are now inside his mouth, sucking my arousal off his flesh, his eyes dark with desire.

“Get her on the bed,” Mitch demands from behind me, his erection pressing into my lower back, ready for attention.