Page 17 of Stuck with my Mountain Daddies (Men of Medford #4)
“Damn,” Asher growled, his voice wrecked and trembling. “That feels so good, baby. Just like that. Fuck, just like that .”
Garrett was beside me too, his hand stroking over my stomach, my breasts, everywhere, tracing patterns over my skin that made me shiver and arch and moan around Asher’s cock. His lips were at my ear, whispering dirty, beautiful things that set me on fire, words like “gorgeous,” “perfect,” “ours.”
And through it all, Beckett kept moving inside me, his pace picking up, his rhythm brutal and perfect, every deep, hard thrust making my breath catch, my moans vibrating around Asher’s cock.
I was stretched so full, the pleasure sharp and endless, my whole body hypersensitive and desperate for release.
“Harder,” I gasped, pulling back long enough to speak, my voice shaking. “Please, Beckett. Harder.”
He growled, gripping my hips tighter, his thrusts slamming into me now, deep, punishing, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I was crying out, my nails digging into Asher’s thighs as I bobbed my head, taking him deep, loving the way he cursed and trembled for me.
“Fuck, that’s it,” Asher rasped, ragged and strained, his hand cupping my face, dragging me up to kiss me, hot, filthy, desperate, before guiding me back down. His hips flexed shallowly as I sucked him hard, his cock throbbing against my tongue.
Beckett’s hips snapped faster, harder, his breath coming in rough pants, and Garrett’s hand slid down, circling my clit with perfect, relentless pressure, sending sparks flying behind my eyes.
That was all it took.
I shattered louder, harder, more intense than before, my whole body convulsing around Beckett’s cock, a scream ripping from my throat even with Asher filling my mouth.
The orgasm was blinding and brutal, wave after wave crashing over me, unstoppable. I sobbed, shaking, every nerve ending on fire as Beckett cursed, his rhythm faltering, his body tensing.
He thrust deep one last time, groaning against my neck as he found his release, his whole body shuddering against mine.
I barely had time to catch my breath before Garrett’s hand cupped my jaw, turning my head toward him. His eyes burned into mine, dark, wild, full of need. The look of him made my pulse kick up all over again.
“My turn, pretty girl,” he rasped, thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. “You ready?”
God, was I ever.
“Yes,” I whispered, and it sounded desperate. “Please.”
His mouth crashed down on mine, hot and demanding, and I kissed him back just as hard, tasting the hunger, the need, the sheer possessiveness in every sweep of his tongue.
Beckett and Asher didn’t waste a second.
Asher’s hands slid down my sides, spreading my thighs wide again, while Beckett moved to kiss and suck at my breasts, his tongue circling my sensitive nipples until I was moaning helplessly into Garrett’s mouth.
“Fuck, you’re still so wet,” Asher groaned, fingers sliding through my slick folds, circling my clit before plunging two deep inside me, making me gasp and arch off the bed. “So fucking ready for us.”
“Let’s make you come again,” Beckett growled, biting gently at my nipple, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core. “I wanna feel you shake.”
I was already close, my body strung so tight it felt like the barest touch could send me spiraling again. But this time, I wanted more. I wanted to give, not just take.
I turned my head, breathless and wild, and looked up at Garrett, my hand sliding down his stomach to his cock, already hard, thick, pulsing with need.
His eyes flared, jaw tightening as I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking slow and firm.
“Fuck, Riley,” he hissed, his head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “That’s it, baby. Like that.”
I shifted, leaning in, licking a slow, teasing stripe up the length of him before taking him into my mouth, savoring the weight and heat, the taste of him as I sucked him deep.
Garrett’s hand fisted in my hair with a low groan, his breath ragged, hips flexing slightly as I worked him over with my mouth.
The combination of pleasuring him while Asher’s fingers thrust deep and Beckett’s mouth teased and tortured my breasts was overwhelming.
The dizzying swirl of sensations had me whimpering around Garrett’s cock, my body rocking between them, greedy for more, always more.
“You’re so fucking perfect like this,” Asher growled, fingers curling inside me just right, his thumb circling my clit with devastating precision. “Taking care of Garrett while we take care of you. Fuck, baby, you’re unbelievable.”
Beckett’s mouth was everywhere, sucking, biting, licking, his hands kneading my thighs, my hips. My body trembled, every nerve ending alive, every part of me aching with pleasure.
I moaned around Garrett, sucking him deeper, my hand stroking what couldn’t fit, the taste and texture of him making me even wetter, even needier.
He was breathing hard now, low curses falling from his lips as he watched me, his eyes dark and heavy with lust. “Holy hell,” he groaned. “You’re gonna kill me, Riley. You feel so fucking good.”
Asher’s fingers thrust faster, deeper, his thumb pressing down on my clit, and Beckett’s teeth grazed my nipple as Garrett’s cock hit the back of my throat. And it was too much, too good, my body tensing, tightening, the pleasure coiling hot and sharp and unstoppable.
I tried to hold back, tried to keep sucking Garrett, but my body had other plans.
I shattered again, my cry muffled around Garrett’s cock as the orgasm ripped through me, making me shake and sob, my body convulsing with the force of it.
Asher and Beckett didn’t stop, milking every last wave, every last shudder, until I was gasping, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes.
Garrett pulled back gently, cradling my face, his eyes soft and burning all at once.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing my forehead, my cheeks, my lips. “So fucking good. But we aren't done with you yet."
I lay there, wrecked and trembling, completely undone by these men who’d just ruined me in the best possible way. And all I could think was that I never wanted to stop.
Not ever.