Page 17 of Single Mom’s Secret Diary (The Forbidden Reverse Harem Collection)

Avery

W yatt is diabolical. He sheathes his cock inside me with slow pressure and just stays there, filling me up, stretching me to the limit as he grinds his hips against my overly sensitive clit.

God, his eyes are dark, his face cold and serious, but his touch is gentle as Ryder and Ezra relinquish their control to him.

They ate me out for what felt like hours, bringing me to the brink before denying me an orgasm. I’m so fucking needy and riled up that just having Wyatt inside me is a small mercy. I shift my hips up against him and watch his jaw tighten.

Wyatt cups under my knees and bends them back, keeping me still as he slowly withdraws and slides back into me. The lazy momentum of his thrusts pings every pleasure point inside me, but it doesn’t bring me any closer to the orgasm they’ve been denying me.

I lift my head to watch him thrust into me.

He’s stretching me wide open, my thighs are soaked, yet so much of him is still clothed.

I barely catch a glimpse of the pale skin at his groin, the pale red hair stretching up his abs.

God, who knew Wyatt had enough muscle to make a vein pop across that swooping V?

Biting my lip, I meet his gaze again, and it’s transformed with hunger. When I reach up, he pauses until I undo the few buttons. My fingers reach to touch his skin. He’s so hot, pulsing with a tightly-held energy.

He sinks down an inch, and his cock suddenly touches all-new spots that spring a new wetness inside me. My mouth falls open from the pleasure. It’s overwhelming.

Wyatt smiles down at me as though he can feel the change. It’s a promise to fulfill the dirty fantasies in my journal. The ones Ezra reads out loud to me when I’m whimpering.

A moment ago, all three of them had their hands and mouths all over me, and now, they hover, watching. Ryder is stroking himself over his pants, his shirt open and exposing wonderfully toned bronze skin.

Ezra just watches, much more stern now than the last time we were tangled together. Last time, we didn’t have anyone else involved. No audience.

Fuck, this whole thing is hotter than I thought it would be.

Wyatt stretches me further, pinning my knees to the table, my hips arched to just the right angle for him to plunder me, plunging pleasure through me with an unending pace.

I’m on the edge of coming, back at that sweet spot before I fall over, eyes fluttering closed before his cock slips out of me. Aching and empty, I let out a frustrated cry. But Ryder is there to tease me with the head of his penis, dipping and testing until I’m trying to capture him inside me.

God, I just need to be fucked.

“Stop playing with me. Let me come.”

Ryder grins, leaning over me. “Oh, you’re going to come, beautiful.”

Hooking my legs in his elbows, he grabs my waist and thrusts into me with force. It takes a few rough tries until he’s seated, but he doesn’t tease anymore. He’s powering into the ends of me, reaching a tender spot that has my toes curling.

I can’t catch my breath. A chorus of swearing surrounds me. Heat tears through me as I clamp down around him. Ryder looks the most serious I’ve ever seen him, and he’s smart. He doesn’t change a single thing that he’s doing. I’m right there, and he intends to end me.

Yes. Please. Please. Please.

“Such a sweet little beggar.”

I groan. Apparently, I’ve been saying that aloud.

“Don’t back down now. Come for me.”

I grab his wrist, trying to anchor myself as everything spins out of control. Constricting and twisting under him, my core pulses and I’m falling through white-hot pleasure.

Gulping at air doesn’t help. I’m high on the pounding of his hips, and I’m not coming down.

Hands appear to stroke and soothe my skin as I whimper and whine under the onslaught of Ryder’s cock. His gaze is locked on mine, watching me struggle for a footing and flailing. It’s too much. Too good.

And it won’t end.

Tears gather in the corners of my eyes, leaking down my temples as Ryder prolongs my orgasm. I’m sobbing from the overload before he lowers my legs around his waist. He curls over me, seated deep as he brushes my tears away.

“Shh. I’ve got you.” His hips rotate, but it’s slow and shallow, and my thighs won’t stop shaking. “You’ve got so much more to give me, Avery.”

I wrap my arms around him under his shirt. The warmth of his body soothes me, although it gives me no more control over how he roots into me.

His hand smooths over my forehead. Who knew the devil could look so caring and soft?

Ryder drops his mouth to mine. “Do you want more, beautiful?”

I turn the question over. Do I? It stops my legs from shaking so hard. Yes. Yes, I do think I want more. I want to watch all three of them come to their own ends inside me.

It means so much more. So much more . Can I handle it?

I have no fucking idea.

But I do want to try. I nod, lifting my mouth more fully against his. His kiss is stern, demanding, preparing me for what’s to come.

When our mouths break apart, he takes no pity on me, shoving me back up that cliff toward a new orgasm. This time, I get to feel him move against me, never farther than a few inches above me. It doesn’t change his skill—one that pairs well with his ability to flirt, to adapt to me.

Ryder lets me see his pleasure, tells me again and again how much he likes my sweet little pussy, the shape of my hips, my hard nipples, and my perky tits. His sex-glossed voice leaves me shivering.

I swear he’s going to come when I come a second time, but he rides it out and retreats.

And then Ezra steps between my thighs. He’s still buttoned up tightly, tie knotted around his throat and eyes blazing down at my naked body—sweaty, sticky, pink, taut, and used.

Ezra spreads his hands over my thighs, across my stomach, under my breasts.

The progress is slow, but it’s a reminder of the young man I had ten years ago.

What does he see when he looks at me now?

I grab his dangling tie and tug him down toward me. He cages me with his arms and bends down to get a front row view of my expression.

“Enjoying yourself?”

I run my hand through his hair, and I lift to nuzzle him, whispering against his mouth, “Yes.”

He grins against my lips. “Good.”

Ezra takes his time touching and stroking me before I’m practically writhing with need and nearly begging him to take me.

When he finally takes mercy on me, he doesn’t even undo his belt, and the resulting slap of it against my swollen and sensitive clit as he thrusts into me with one swoop sends sparks behind my eyes.

His breath comes heavy against my ear as he sets a heady pace. I’m not sure I’ll be able to come again, but he feels so good inside me. It’s like every nerve ending is turned on high, and I’m floating on an electrical current.

But Ezra tips and spreads me in small increments until I’m out of breath, and my core is clenching around him with the deep burn of an oncoming orgasm.

“Oh, fuck.”

He doesn’t give me the cocky smile that I expect. Instead, it’s like he’s diving into me and what makes me tick. Like he can unravel my thoughts when he has me this way. It makes me feel more vulnerable than having my body bare and the complete intimacy I’ve experienced with these three men so far.

I feel like an obsession.

I can’t last under the onslaught. Ezra has me whining and grinding under him until he completely shatters me. My muscles go loose, and I’m throbbing and delirious.

Ezra gathers me up in his arms and lifts me from the table. I swear I see an imprint of my back and ass on the surface. He settles us in a chair and leans back, spreading his legs and softly thrusting up into me as I rest against his chest.

“Have we destroyed you, Avery?”

My body is exhausted, mind reeling, and I nod into his shirt.

“That’s our girl.” Ryder’s hands roam over my hips and ass as Ezra lazily pumps into my core. I squeak when Ryder’s thumb brushes over my ass. A whole new set of nerves jolts under his touch.

Oh, God, we’re about to do something I’ve been daydreaming about for years but never had the guts to try.

His thumb presses harder, the tip wiggling against my tight muscles and making me clench. Ryder makes soothing noises at me. “Relax, beautiful. How are we supposed to fill you up if you’re fighting with my thumb? Surely, you know our cocks are so much bigger.”

I force myself to unclench, and his thumb pops in up to the first knuckle. The shock of it makes me jerk and look back at the way Ryder works to stretch and open me up for what comes next.

Ezra turns me back to him, claiming my mouth. The distraction works, and although I feel Ryder’s ministrations, the burn is bleeding into the pleasure. I trust them to make this feel good.

It takes long, precious minutes for Ryder to work me up to two fingers. Surprisingly, I’m panting into Ezra’s kiss, loving the pressure that ass play seems to add to my ruined pussy.

When something cold drizzles over his fingers and into me, I’m craving what I expect will come next. A few thrusts slick me up, and the head of Ryder’s cock is pressing against my back entrance. The pop through tears a strangled cry from my mouth, and Ezra swallows it.

Ryder and Ezra moan in unison.

I’m so full that I swear they’re going to tear me in two if they move wrong. I have to breathe through the sudden pressure and pleasure.

But I don’t get much time to acclimate before the tips of Wyatt’s chilled fingers turn me toward him. He pulls my lips apart gently, and a thrill trills through me as I open for him.

Those pale eyes are soft and awed by me as much as he seems to be on the brink of something dirty and dangerous.

How am I going to survive this?

Wyatt spreads the head of his cock across my bottom lip and groans as I dip in to suckle on him.

Oh, that’s right, by enjoying the fuck out of this and not thinking too hard about what it all means or how much more I can feel.

I can only say that I was wrong before.

They haven’t destroyed me. They’ve turned me into a glutton, a needy beast that wants every stroke and pump, thrust and pinch, squeeze and bite. I want it all.

Ryder is the first to come, and when he slips from my ass, Wyatt pulls back to take his place. I swear my moan sounds as tortured as I feel, but he slides in without resistance, his pace punishing.

Ezra grips me like he’s trying to hold on, trying to hold off, but it’s only minutes before he’s pulsing inside me. I’m dripping cum.

The ferocity of Wyatt seeking his own end has my body heavy and hot. It’s so much easier to take it when I give in like this.

Ezra rubs the back of my head and neck as my mouth falls open and my eyes roll back. He whispers into my hair, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Wyatt drives home with a few punctuated thrusts, and he’s pressing in hard, prompting one last-ditch orgasm from my wrung-out body. It’s long and lazy, and I’m sinking.

I’m not sure how to recover from this. But God, I want to do it again.