Page 78 of Theirs for the Holidays

It’s a joke, and even Sawyer snorts with amusement. “It’s not my fault her pussy is that good, asshole,” he says, but there’s no bite behind it.

Lennox doesn’t even spare him a glance though. He’s staring down at me, like he wants to memorize every inch of my body. “I took care of you the first time,” he says. “And I’m going to do that now, but you need to hold on tight. Because I’m not going to be gentle this time.”

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Heat rushesthrough me at the promise in those words.

I grip at his arms, whimpering as he starts to move. His hips snap, setting a hard and fast pace from the get go that leaves me panting for breath and writhing in place.

His cock cleaves its way through me, hitting every spot inside me that has pleasure coiling thick and undeniable in my gut.

“You take it like you were made for it,” Lennox says. He hasn’t looked away from my eyes once since he started fucking into me. “Like you were supposed to have my dick inside you and you’re finally getting what you’ve always deserved.”

“Lennox,” I moan, just to have his name on my lips.

He smirks at the sound and snaps his hips harder. “Beautiful. Perfect. The perfect hole for this cock. For all our cocks. Aren’t you?”

I nod eagerly, not even processing that these words are something that would make me blush and hide under normal circumstances. Now they just add to the moment, working me up and burning me from the inside out.

Sawyer and Rhett aren’t far away either. Sawyer is on the bed with me, idly playing with my hair while he watches me take hisbrother’s cock, and Rhett stands just off to the side a bit, his eyes intense as he takes it all in.

His cock is rock hard and flushed red, drips of precum beading at the tip and then sliding down the thick shaft. He grips it tight to keep himself in check, and I know he must feel some kind of way about watching both of his brothers take me, waiting patiently for it to be his turn.

The look in his eyes promises that he’s not going to go easy on me—that he wouldn’t be able to if he tried—and that sends a shiver down my spine.

“Good girl,” Sawyer is saying. He fists a hand in my hair and pulls, tipping my head back to look at him. “Tell us how it feels. Let us hear you.”

“It’s so good,” I practically sob. “It feels so good. So full. So deep.”

“Fuck,” Rhett hisses, his fingers spasming on his cock. He moves in closer and palms at my tits, like he can use them as stress balls to take the edge off.

Between the two of them, they touch me, working me up even more until I’m practically keening my pleasure and dripping all down my thighs and all over Lennox’s cock.

I shouldn’t be able to come again. Not after coming so much and having to work for that last one. I can usually only get two or three orgasms in a night before I start to get oversensitive and have to call it quits. Usually I wouldn’t even try for more.

But the way they’ve made me orgasm so many times already tonight makes me wonder if my body is capable of things I didn’t even know were possible.

That thought crosses my mind, and then I let my brain shut down. It’s better to just lose myself in this. To let Lennox fuck me and the other two touch and kiss me. I turn my head to meet their lips when they coax me to, and I rock my hips withLennox’s hard thrusts, gasping and moaning, letting every bit of pleasure and sensation fill me up.

My body hums with that feeling, warm and buzzy and perfect. I’ve never felt like this before. Never been touched like this—owned like this. It’s intense, but I don’t want it to stop. I don’t want them to let up or go easy on me.

“Are you still with us?” Sawyer asks at one point. I look at him, mouth slack around a choked off moan.

“I think you’ve fucked all the words out of her head, Lennox,” Rhett says.

“That’s fine. She doesn’t need to talk. She just needs to lie there and take it like a good girl. You’re a good girl for us, aren’t you, Heartbreaker?”

I nod, whining as his cock slams right into the spot that makes my back arch and my body go tense.

“Are you going to come again for us?”

I waver on that because I don’t know. The burn in me feels like I could, but I’m not sure.

“You can,” Rhett insists. “You can do it. You can soak Lennox’s cock and let him feel you come on it.”

“I—” Whatever I was going to say is cut off in a sharp gasp. Rhett lowers his head and sinks his teeth into my nipple, biting it hard enough that the jolt of pain has an edge before it melts into pleasure.