Page 267 of Second Sets Omnibus

I moan into Asher’s mouth when Rad’s fingers creep up my backside and twirl around my ass. “God, yes!” I shiver as another orgasm peeks around the corner.

Fire licks at every fucking nerve, working its way toward my over-sensitive center. The second Rad’s thumb enters my tight ass, I come undone, convulsing another orgasm.

“Holy fucking shit,” Rad murmurs from beneath me, lifting me off his face. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever tasted and done. You’re so fucking amazing, Pretty Girl. Are you ready for the last bit? I’m going to fuck your pussy. Asher’s going to cum down your throat. And you’re going to like it.”

“I sure fucking am,” I breathe, pulling my hand away from Asher.

“Get on all fours, Little Brat,” Asher demands with a flushed expression creeping up his neck. All his veins protrude beneath his skin, showing me he’s holding back.

There’s a snark on the tip of my tongue. Naturally, I want to fight back against his demand. Tell him to make me do what he says, but I don’t have it in me. I’m horny as hell, ready to takethem both. But exhaustion sweeps through me at a demanding rate.

I crawl on my hands and knees to the center of the bed and present myself, sucking in several breaths. Rad’s fingertips brush down my spine, tingling as he draws patterns.

“You should see yourself,” Rad murmurs, gripping my ass cheeks tightly and pulling them apart to expose me to his gaze. “You’re more beautiful than I’ve ever seen. I’m so madly, deeply in love with you. My chest aches for you. I definitely won’t last long, but I want you to know that next time we’re chaining you to the bed for a whole night of worship.”

“Damn right, we are,” Kieran’s gruff voice agrees from my other side as he plops down on the bed, leaning on his elbow.

“Hang on, Pretty Girl. This is going to be a bumpy ride,” Rad rasps, thrusting deep inside me with one go. “This right here is heaven, boys,” he gasps, wildly pumping into me.

“You’re good?” Asher asks, clutching my jaw in his hand. I nod, opening my mouth, awaiting the treat I’m about to receive.

“You can finally cum,” I murmur, running my tongue over his tip.

“Please, Little Brat.”

His gasp echoes through the room when I suck him completely into my mouth, running my tongue over his slit. My cheeks hollow out, swallowing him whole.

“Shit!” Rad pants from behind.

I moan around Asher’s length when Rad’s hand slaps down on my asscheek, leaving behind a delicious sting.

“You liked that, didn’t you, Little Brat?” Asher grunts, breathlessly slamming his hips into my face, using me for his pleasure. His loud moans fill the room when his fingers curl into my hair, holding me in place.

I couldn’t answer if I tried.

Rad gently rubs the reddened spot on my ass. Leaning over, his chest presses into my back. As he whispers sweet words into my ear.

“I’m so close, Pretty Girl. You’re amazing, you’re...mah—” His pace slows until he stills, sinking his teeth into my shoulder. Warm breaths caress my skin when he lays his forehead against my shoulder, panting wildly.

Rad doesn’t try to move away, keeping himself buried deep inside me as his cock slowly deflates.

“Never leaving. I’m sleeping with my dick inside you. He’s finally home,” Rad mutters nonsensically.

“Fuck,” Asher pants, throwing his head back when his salty cum jets into my mouth and dribbles down my throat. “Holy hell, Little Brat.” Frantically, he pulls out, clasping my jaw between his palms. “You’re amazing…I…thank you.” Before I can ask him what he’s thanking me for, his lips are on mine. Pulling away, raw emotions sparkle in his glossy eyes. I don’t know what’s going through his head, but something profound rattles around in there.

“Fine, I’ll leave,” Rad grumbles, pulling himself out of me with a whine.

I fall into the bed face-first with a groan. I’m not as young as I used to be. Even if I’m only twenty-four. Nineteen-year-old River could handle four dicks at a time without blinking an eye. But my body feels like I’ve been run through the wringer.

“Pretty Girl! Did I kill you with my dick?” Real concern drips from Rad’s voice as he moves my hair from my face.

“Yes,” I mumble into the comforter. “Just leave me here,” I quip when he chuckles.

“How about a hot shower, baby?” Asher whispers from my other side, moving his fingers through my hair. “We’ll help.”

“You’ll help?” I question, raising a brow and turning myself over. Looking up, I watch Asher’s soft face when he nods.

“Yeah. We got you into this situation. Now, we’ll help you relax afterward.”