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“So much.” I whisper the words to him, “Mar–” His mouth lands softly on mine, cutting me off but I don’t care.

His full lips and tongue taste like me and I moan into his mouth.

His hand on my cheek slides to the back of my neck, holding me in place.

As if he’s afraid I might try to pull away from him.

Never. Not with how his kisses seem to simultaneously suck the oxygen out of my lungs while also supplying me with all the air I need.

He lowers his chest to mine, grabbing one of my thighs, and thrusts his length against my already wet pussy.

The metal stud hits my clit and I jolt under the weight.

“Just wait until you feel it on the inside.” Hunter adds from behind Marcus's frame.

Marcus slides his length against me a few more times before lining the tip of his cock with my entrance. He pulls away from our kiss, eyes dropping to where we meet at my core. He presses into me, eyes glued on his cock slowly filling me up, and I wince at the fullness.

“Fuuuck, Marcus.” I moan out, not caring how whiny it might sound.

All I can focus on is the stud at the head of his dick as it rubs against my walls.

He pushes in a few more inches, bringing himself to the hilt.

The metal ball hits just the right spot, the same one that makes my head spin.

He rolls his hips and my vision blurs with how much my stomach coils with pleasure.

“Holy shit.” I rush out, slamming my eyes closed.

“Do it again, Flores. She looks like she enjoyed that.” Hunter growls to Marcus.

He pulls out just a fraction, swirling his hips as he gives me shallow thrusts. My head spins, my mind going numb. All I can think about is how hard I’m about to cum if he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing right now .

I snap my eyes open when Marcus’s weight pushes on me. My eyes land on Hunter who is now fully stripped behind him. He has his hand wrapped around Marcus’s neck, his mouth right next to his ear.

“Ease into her just like that. I want to feel those sweet sounds rumble through me as I use that mouth of hers.” He turns his hot gaze to me, “You’d like that huh, baby?”

“Y-yes.” I reply, wanting to have the taste of him on my tongue.

Marcus must agree because he starts to straighten up, pulling me closer to the edge of the bench and dropping to his knees.

His cock still planted deep inside, he begins to thrust even rougher.

I begin to see stars as he hits just the right spot over and over.

Hunter joins us, his tall form drops to his knees. He has a few inches on Marcus, in more than one way. I have to crane my head off the bench to reach him. He grasps the hair at the back of my head holding me in place.

“Open that heavenly mouth for me.” I look up to him, my face still contorted from the pleasure Marcus is giving me.

My body bounces with every thrust Marcus pushes into me, and I am drooling already to get Hunter on my tongue.

His eyes are on fire as he brings the head of his cock to my lips.

I let my tongue fall out just a bit, and coat his shaft with my spit as I run it over his tip.

A growl rolls through him as he watches me play with his tip, and I can’t help the smile of satisfaction I have, knowing I have this effect on him .

He cocks a brow at me, then looks at Marcus, “She seems to like knowing how good she makes me feel. Looks like you both have something in common after all. Let’s see if she loves the taste of my cock as much as you do, pretty boy.

” He pushes his dick further in my mouth, giving small withdrawals as he lets my spit lather up his length. Giving me an inch more every time.

He gives one big push hitting the back of my throat, making it contract as I gag around it.

He pulls back allowing me time to recover, holding tight onto my hair.

“I know you can take it, relax your throat.” I listen, taking a breath through my nose, letting myself relax.

He pushes back in, “Yes, just like that. You feel amazing.” He lets his head roll back and I strain my eyes to look at Marcus, his dark brown eyes looking right where Hunter and I connect.

He must feel me staring because he suddenly looks at me as he starts to pump into me more rapidly, my orgasm building in my core.

I grip the leather fabric of the bench tighter, but my palms are sweaty and I keep slipping back down to my elbows.

Hunter watches and leans in to accommodate my comfort.

“Fucking shit, El. You take me so fucking well. You are taking both of us so well.” He brushes a strand of hair off of my damp forehead.

“Be a good girl and finish on Marcus’s cock.

Clutch him so tight, he fills you up with his cum.

Then I’ll let you swallow every last drop of mine. ”

I purr around his cock and Marcus’s palm lands on my clit, rubbing me in circular motions.

I pump my hips up to meet his. He presses his hand firmer on my clit, “Cum, princess.” His whispered words are low and gravelly as he moves his fingers to my bundle of nerves, pinching it while swirling it between them.

“Fuuuuck, Marcus. Fuuuck.” I cry around Hunter's cock. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”

My orgasm shatters through my body. My legs begin to tremble, my vision blurs as my pussy clamps around Marcus, pulsing around him as he keeps his steady rhythm.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.” Marcus mutters through bated breaths, “You are suffocating my cock in the most breathtaking way. I’m gonna–” Marcus grunts, his pumps becoming erratic as he growls his release. His cock twitches inside of me as he slows down his pace.

“Fucking hell you two.” Hunter threads his other hand in my hair, holding me in place as he fucks my mouth relentlessly.

“You are a sight to fucking see.” He bites his bottom lip, his nostrils flaring as he doesn’t hold back.

Each hit to the back of my throat brings tears streaming down my face and drool is running down my chin.

I must look like a fucking mess, but I don’t dare tell him to stop. It is filthy in the best way possible.

He growls in his chest, the salty taste of his release hitting my taste buds.

He stops there, not moving as the air is blocked from my lungs, his hot cum coating my throat.

I try my best to take every last drop, but it's too much and I can’t breathe.

I tap his thigh and he pulls out of me. A mixture of tears, spit, and cum coat my lips.

He grabs my cheeks with one hand, “Beautiful.”

Marcus pulls out of me slowly, “Kameron would say gorgeous.”

Hunter turns my face to look at Marcus, “And what would you say?”

“I would say…” He surveys the messy state I’m in, leaning forward and sucking my tongue into his mouth, releasing it only to kiss me for a few more moments. “Stunning.”

I dart my gaze between his eyes, taking in the softness of his features before they firm back up.

He clears his throat, scooping up his clothes, and shuffling to get them on as he walks away.

“Let me get a towel to clean you up.” He quickly returns with it, wiping me down, and then gathering my clothes and tossing them on my lap.

“Here.” He shuffles for a moment, looking uncomfortable in his own skin.

Hunter starts to dress once he sees me doing the same, “Water, Flores. Get her water.” He elbows him as Marcus paces next to us.

“Right, yeah. Water. Water.” He says, tapping his finger in the air and spinning on his feet to the mini fridge, right next to the cabinet he just got the towel from.

I look at Hunter, unsure of what to do or say now. I wasn’t expecting to do this…Hunter and Marcus. I didn’t think Marcus looked at me like that until that kiss. And the drastic switch from loathing to fucking gave me just as much whiplash as it did him.

“Sit back down. You need to rest.”

“No, he’s right.” Marcus returns next to me, uncapping the fresh water bottle and handing it to me. “Drink.”

I take the water, still unable to say anything. Or more like I still have no idea what to even say.

Hunter’s phone goes off and he looks at the caller ID mouthing Kameron to us as he answers the call, putting it on speaker phone.

My gut drops at what he’ll think of the whole situation.

Marcus shifts in his spot next to me on the bench, wiping his hands on his sweats, letting me know that he feels the exact same way.

I know Kameron said he would want this, but with Marcus and I actually giving into–whatever this was.

Lust? A hate fuck? Or maybe…something more than that?

No matter what it is, it had my heart pounding in my chest.

Before Hunter can even say hello, Kameron’s voice fills the room, “They’re giving me a bride.” His words are hushed and it sounds like running water in the background.

“What?” All three of us exclaim.