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I wrap my hand around Oscar’s cock, savoring the generous girth and the thick veins pulsing beneath my palm. “This is incredible,” I gasp as Kellan thrusts harder, faster.

“You’re incredible,” Oscar tells me, watching his brother as he fucks me hard from behind, as my breasts bounce shamelessly with every thrust.

Kellan digs deep, pressing firmly until he’s so deeply embedded in my core that his thighs brush my buttocks.

An orgasm overtakes me. A rush of adrenaline surges through my veins, making the floor shake. I release Oscar’s cock and grab his forearm instead. I need stability if I’m going to withstand the earthquake that’s happening inside me.

“Look at me,” Alex says, taking my cheeks in his hands.

I force my eyes to open, even though all I want to do is press them shut.

The joy that I’m feeling rushes through me, communicating volumes without a single word.

I’m mesmerized by Alex’s gaze. He’s eager to know exactly what I’m experiencing.

I do my best to share the moment, clinging to both him and Oscar as Kellan pounds into me.

Harder. Faster. Deep enough to make my pussy clench.

Kellan draws out, and all my internal sensors go into overload. When he shoots back in, I cry out in ecstasy as he rides me, forcing his cock in and out until my legs become weak and I’m tingling all over.

“Come for me, Kay.” His command makes me shiver; the way the words roll off his tongue is pure sin.

“Oh, I’m… Oh, GOD!” I scream as he fucks me out of this world.

I detonate like a supernova, gushing around his cock while every muscle clamps down. He, too, fills me with his hot seed, grunting like a beast as each thrust buries him deeper inside of me.

“Kay, baby…” Kellan pants, pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades.

When he draws out, I know that the pleasure is only just beginning. I can’t let either of these dreamboats walk away unsatisfied. Weakly, I slide onto Alex’s lap. My pussy is soaked, sliding across his hard cock, slick folds teasing him into a sweet madness.

Alex swallows heavily. We never break eye contact as I eagerly mount him.

“My turn,” he says.

“Yes, sir…”

“That’s a very good girl.”

He fills me to the brim, and the sensation is exquisite. This time I’m on top so I control the tempo. I give myself a moment to get settled, tossing my hair back as I place my hands on his shoulders for balance.

It feels so good. I move my hips, back and forth in a swaying motion, a new kind of pressure building up in my womb.

“You’re a perfect fit, darling,” Alex whispers.

“Which surprises me, because you’re so fucking big, Alex…”

“Does it hurt?”

I shake my head. “It hurts so good, baby…”

Slowly, I lift myself up, then slam back down as hard as I can. The motion sends a jolt through us that both of us can feel.

A guttural groan tears from him, his fingers digging into my hips as I ride him harder and faster, my ass slapping against his thighs. His eyes twinkle as he watches my breasts bounce, while his brothers admire the scene.

“You were right,” Kellan says. “This is incredible…”

Oscar sits beside us, watching intently as we fuck like animals. I’m screwing Alex as hard and as fast as I can. I can feel him growing even bigger and harder inside me, his climax clearly within reach.

Sweat tickles my upper lip. My heartbeat thunders in my ears. Oh God, I think I’m going to come again. My internal walls clench and I see the bright light exploding before my eyes.

“Oh, Alex, yes!”

“Don’t move!” he snarls and tightens his grip on me. He plants his heels and drives upward—faster, harder—until my mind shatters and he spills deep inside me. I crumble, screaming his name as our orgasms tangle.

I collapse on top of him, his cock still wedged inside me, throbbing from its succulent release.

“You wear me out, but I don’t want to stop,” I whisper.

Oscar takes me by the hand. “Relax, Kay. We’ve got plenty of time,” he says, his voice soothing as he lifts me off Alex’s lap and into his arms. “Come with me, darling…”

“Okay…”

I loop my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bedroom. Shutting the door, he leaves his brothers out. I relish this sliver of privacy. Not that we all aren’t enjoying each other together, but somehow, this feels more intimate.

Oscar peels the covers back with one hand and lays me gently between the sheets. I relax into the mattress, my muscles already sore. Yet I’m lucid enough to admire the vision of this impeccably built man.

Chiseled abs, a broad chest, linebacker thighs, and shoulders that make my fingertips itch—Oscar is every woman’s wet dream.

“We’ll go slow,” he says and lies beside me, gently stroking my cheek.

We pause for one tender moment to examine each other before our bodies take over. There is a bond between us. I feel it. Almost magical.

I spread my legs and he sinks into me with effortless grace. He slides inside and I’m made whole again.

The pleasure doesn’t stop. Every time I think I’ve reached the peak, there’s another one looming above.

Oscar is slow and patient. He gives me a moment to recover from the wild ride I’ve just had.

I reach for his ass, filling my palm with its tight contours.

He moves inside me effortlessly—slower than the last two, but just as satisfying.

“Oscar!” I cry out.

“Makayla,” he whispers. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

I can tell that this is more than just a fuck for him. He’s in love with me, and that gives me permission to love him in return. It sounds crazy as I think it through, but my heart doesn’t lie. My body is just as sincere. And both are begging me to fall. To fall deep.

“I think I do have an idea,” I reply and kiss him softly, listening to the bed creaking beneath us. He goes harder and faster with every thrust while I rake my fingernails down his back. What started as gentle lovemaking turns feral. I want him so desperately, I find it hard to breathe.

I squeeze my eyes shut, breathe him in, and welcome every glorious inch, ablaze with pure bliss.

Oscar recognizes my orgasm. He slides his arms under me for leverage and hikes my legs up so that my knees rest on his shoulders. From there he can dive even deeper and I’m helpless.

“I can’t get enough of you, Makayla. It’s going to be a problem,” he says, fucking me harder as we look into each other’s eyes.

“Don’t stop,” I beg him. “I need to feel you…”

“Kay…”

“I don’t care how much trouble we’re in, Oscar. Just… take me, all of me!”

“Dammit,” he groans, tumbling over the edge with me.

Our bodies lock together; our heartbeats sync.

A spark arcs between us, as though we’re two halves of a live wire.

He kisses me softly, withdrawing his cock before scooping me back up into his arms. Then he carries me back to the living room—he refuses to be greedy.

We’re a quartet, and the night is far from over.