Page 6 of Mr. Sandman (Country Love Collection #14)

Chapter Four

Gage hissed as he fed the tip of his cock through my lips. Instantly, my tongue flicked over the tiny slit, aching for a taste.

“Oh, fuck, gorgeous,” he growled and pulled out again. “You want this bad, don’t you? A big cock bruising your pretty throat?”

I want to suck the confident smirk right off his face because that is exactly what I want— because he knows exactly what I want.

“Suck him off,” Chord ordered roughly, and I felt his warm breath waft over my nipples. “Suck him, baby, and you’ll get the rest of us.”

Vaughn hummed in agreement against the inside of my thigh, teasing and biting the sensitive skin.

“Yes,” I whimpered, running my tongue over my lips.

“Open,” Gage grunted, hardly pressing the tip of his cock to my mouth again before I complied and he thrust inside my mouth .

Oh god. He was so big. So hard and hot. My tongue worked in wet welcome along the intruding length, licking and stroking and coaxing him to go deeper.

I could’ve cried out with relief, but at the same moment, Vaughn pushed a single finger deep inside my pussy, and pleasure exploded through my body. I bucked my hips at the same time as Gage’s cock greeted the back of my throat.

“Swallow for me, gorgeous. Let me give you what you want,” Gage said through clenched teeth, and even though tears pricked in the corners of my eyes, I complied.

Or did my best with my lips stretched around his fat cock and my tongue trapped prisoner underneath his girth.

But it was enough because he bottomed out, and I gagged.

“Fucking beautiful,” Gage crooned and retreated enough to let me catch my breath.

I looked up at him, his blue eyes glittering with pleasure.

“You’re going to be so fucking beautiful filled with all our cocks.” My eyes searched for Chord, who’d spoken as he dipped his head to my chest and pulled my nipple into his mouth, almost like a prize for taking Gage so deep.

I shivered at the rush of warmth and looked to Vaughn, who’d returned to my center, licking and stroking in all the ways that make my body lose control.

They were perfect.

They were everything I needed.

Gage tightened his hold on my hair, readjusting my head slightly so that my throat is stretched almost completely straight for him to conquer.

And then he started to move, thrusting in and out of my wet, waiting mouth until I drooled around his dick.

He moved in steady, sure drives, and the wet sounds of me sucking him echoed through the room.

My legs drifted wider for Vaughn who added a second finger to the first, pushing them into my clenching muscles and stroking me on the inside.

With Gage in my mouth, Chord at my breasts, and Vaughn at my pussy, my brain couldn’t keep up. It felt like all my senses had been put in a blender and the speed set to pure destruction.

I had no power. No control. And it was divine.

“Fuck, you look so good taking my cock. Chord, do you see how fucking good she looks?”

“Like a fucking goddess.” The other man’s voice was fractured—raw with need.

Gage pumped harder into my mouth, bumping the back of my throat with bruising force, but I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted him to give me more, because the more I took, the more I would get.

“Fucking goddess of cock,” he grunted, tightening his hold in my hair. “Ready to drink down my offering of cum.”

Somehow, a moan managed to find its way through my throat, fit around Gage’s cock, and slip from my lips.

“Gage.”

I knew that tone. A directive.

With a pained groan, Gage pulled back completely until his wet dick bobbed free of my lips .

“So fucking gorgeous,” he praised, releasing my hair to stroke my cheek and then swipe his thumb over my lip, catching a bead of saliva caught in the corner.

I wanted his cock back in my mouth. I didn’t think I could come without it, though Vaughn’s mouth and fingers certainly screwed my clit like he was determined to prove me wrong. My entire body hummed, alive with wild want.

“You feel like velvet, Tara,” Vaughn rumbled, blowing gently over my clit like he’d done so many times before, but instead of returning his mouth to my pussy, he pulled back and it felt like the oxygen was slowly being siphoned from the room.

“Don’t stop,” I begged, trying to reach for his head, but he was already too far away.

“Oh, we aren’t stopping,” Vaughn promised even as he slid his fingers from my sex. “You took Gage’s cock so perfectly, I think you deserve more, don’t you?”

He reached for the buttons of his shirt, and then I realized that he was still fully dressed. The only one left.

“Yes,” I agreed breathlessly. God, yes.

“I think you deserve Chord’s dick in your ass and mine in that sweet pussy, don’t you agree, boys?”

Feral growls echoed in symphony around me, and my jaw went slack, every inch of me humming with anticipation

“Please,” I whimpered like an animal surrounded by three predators, begging for my swift destruction.

Vaughn tossed his shirt onto the chair in the corner and then set to work on the waist of his pants. Button. Fly. The impossibly sexy hook of his thumbs under the layers of fabric before it all dropped to the floor, and he rose up in front of me.

Holy… Zeus.

If the other two had dicks of gods, then Vaughn… he’d been given a cock by the king of the gods. It was bigger than the others. Longer. Thicker. Pierced.

My mouth went dry.

A metal ball decorated the very tip of his dick, connected to another ball at the rim of his tip by a bar through his shaft.

My core clenched violently, obliterating the brain cells that knew what that type of piercing was called. Something royal. It might’ve been prince something or other, but on Vaughn’s cock, it was nothing short of a king.

“You wet for this, Tara?” Vaughn rasped, taking my ankle and spreading my knees wide. He gripped his dick and smiled. “Let them see how soaked you are for these cocks.”

I slid my hand to my core and spread the slick folds, shivering as the cool air hit my swollen clit.

“Fuck,” one of them—or all of them—grunted.

The three of them stared at me, silently worshipping my body as it trembled with ache.

“Please,” I whispered throatily, need humming so loudly in my veins I was shocked they couldn’t hear it.

“Please what, baby?” Chord asked, rising and going to stand next to Vaughn.

I was circled by my predators. Circled by hungry cocks waiting to devour me.

“Please fuck me. ”

Vaughn stepped forward, making sure he had my attention. As if anything could take my attention from his pierced cock.

“You’re going to wet Chord’s dick for him like a good girl, okay?”

My head bobbed.

“I’m going to take some of that sweet cream so I can fuck your ass so good, baby,” Chord promised with a voice strained in ragged lust.

“But you don’t come on him, do you understand?” Vaughn’s voice hardened. “That pussy only comes for this.” He reached forward and tapped the ball at the end of his dick, making it bob heavily.

My back bowed as though he’d stroked right over my clit.

“Do you understand, Tara?”

“Yes.” I nodded rapidly.

“Good girl.”

Another rush of desire left my body just as Gage captured my chin and angled my face back to his heavy cock.

“Wet me, gorgeous.”

He didn’t have to ask twice before my lips opened and my tongue greeted the welcome intrusion of his hard length. The feel of his cock in my mouth is familiar and welcome, instantly stoking the hunger in my body back to life.

His low grunts matched his rhythmic thrusts for a few seconds before I felt it—before I felt the large male between my thighs .

Chord.

Even if I didn’t know it was going to be him first, I would’ve realized it was him by the way he teased my entrance. The blunt head of his cock slid along my slick seam before he angled his hips and dragged his whole length between my folds.

Fireworks of pleasure erupted from my clit each time he dragged over it. Vaughn told me not to come—told me I couldn’t come until he was inside me, but every time pleasure rocked through me, I wondered if that was really a promise I was capable of making. My body seemed to have a mind of its own.

“That’s it, Tara. You’re doing so good, I can practically see Gage’s dick down your throat.”

I whimpered and tried to suck Gage deeper. I wanted to please Vaughn. And Gage. And Chord.

Chord.

I gasped as Chord notched into my entrance. Gage took the opportunity to shove deeper into my mouth just as Chord pushed inside me.

I wanted to cry out, but I couldn’t. There was no room for sound in my mouth as I was impaled by two massive cocks.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. So wet and tight,” Chord rumbled, moving inside me.

I swore he and Gage rocked their hips in some kind of carnal coordination. In and out of my mouth and pussy, hitting deep and then retreating until I was coming apart at the seams for release.

“She feels so good, Vaughn. Like hot velvet wrapped around my dick eating me up; she’s fucking eating me up.” Chord groaned and rocked harder into me like he couldn’t help himself.

“Good girl.”

My eyes opened and locked with Vaughn’s. He stroked himself slowly, pure unbridled lust burning in his stare as he watched the two of them fuck me.

“Stretch for him, Tara. Make him nice and wet,” he encouraged, holding my stare with one that silently said, “ prepare yourself to take me.”

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes. It all felt too good—too much—and all I wanted was to come. All I wanted was to let go, and not doing so had started to hurt.

“You can do it,” Vaughn continued to talk to me—to encourage me. He kneeled on the bench and leaned forward, stroking my cheek as Gage continued to plow into my mouth.

I sputtered around Gage, a tear leaking free that Vaughn caught with his thumb before he jerked back and stood.

“ Chord.” Once more, the name was a command—an order to stop. To pull out.

“Fuck,” Chord hissed, and I felt his fullness go out of me.

“You did so fucking good, Tara. So good,” Vaughn drawled low. “Gage, let her see how Chord’s dick is dripping.”