Page 11 of Three Wickedly Bad Neighbors and a Very Grumpy Girl (Three Guys and a Girl Volume 2, #8)

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I turn to leave, but they stop me.

“I’ll just take myself off then since you don’t want me. Thank you.”

“Fuck no,” they all roar.

“We want you. All of you, just fine,” Sullivan says.

“But if it’s your first time, you shouldn’t be on your knees for us,” Porter adds.

“We should be on our knees for you,” Gray interjects. “First, though, Avery, listen to us very carefully. You may not realize this just yet, but when you charged onto our property, ready to throw us to the curb, you became ours.”

“We claimed you from that first moment,” Sullivan continues. “And we plan to do whatever it takes to make you ours, no matter how long it takes.”

“So what we’re saying is, when we take your virginity, we’re not using protection. We’re clean. We haven’t had sex in three years, and we have regular medical checkups. Do you understand?”

“Yes. And I’m not on the pill, but I’m safe; it’s my safe window. I won’t get pregnant. You can trust me.”

“Trust you? We wouldn’t care if you got pregnant; we’d just make you our wife sooner.

You’re ours, Avery. You belong to us now.

We’re going to take your virginity, but we’re also going to stretch the other part of you so we can share you properly—all three of us inside, and we don’t mean using your mouth. ”

“Every part of you, sweetheart.” Porter closes the gap between us.

With one hand, he clutches my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

With his other hand, he touches my center softly, delicately, one finger just at the entrance.

Then he moves his hand to my butt, between my cheeks.

“Every single fucking part of you,” he growls, rubbing two fingers against my bottom hole.

“Please do it now,” I cry. But my words barely leave my mouth before I’m surrounded by them, their lips traveling over my skin as they peel my dress off my body, then my bra, leaving me naked before their eyes. They kneel around me, kissing my thighs before silently instructing me to part my legs.

I’m so hot if they touch me there, I’m going to burn them down with me. Their fingers glide up between my thighs as they shower me with more kisses. I can barely stand and use my hands on their shoulders for support.

They reach my center, now so drenched my inner thighs are slick. Three fingers from three different hands touch me so softly, I feel like a precious flower.

Porter’s knuckle skims my clit before he dips between my labia. Gray traces the top of his finger up my thigh before he strokes my clit, then takes one of the lips of my labia between his thumb and index finger, caressing me.

Porter ever so slightly deepens his knuckle inside me. Sullivan does the same to the other lip of my folds, parting my center wider as they tug my lips apart. Porter switches his knuckle for the tip of his finger.

My knees crumble as they each suck my essence from their fingers before wetting them again. The intimate parts of me swell. The blood in my veins courses through me with chaotic speed and heat. My skin is on fire. I get wetter, giving them more of me to taste. How am I still breathing?

Well, I’m not, not really. I’m fighting to get air into my lungs while also dying a million little deaths.

With sleek coordination, Gray lifts one of my legs and tosses it over his shoulder. Sullivan stands behind me, supporting me, while Porter does the same to my other leg until both my legs are draped over Gray’s shoulders.

I squeal in fear of being dropped, but Porter and Sullivan hold me up.

Falling is the least of my problems. Gray opens his mouth on me at the same moment he lifts me, carrying me with my legs around his shoulders, my hands gripping the back of his head for dear life, and my very wet center in his mouth.

His tongue laps at my essence, sliding over my clit. Incoherent sounds spill from my lips. I have no idea what I’m saying.

Porter and Sullivan lower me onto the air mattress and slip in beside me, reaching for my sensitive breasts. Gray is still between my parted legs, my clit in his mouth as he suckles on me.

How is this possible? My body pulls taut; wetness seeps from me into Gray’s mouth, my nipples hardening even more in Sullivan and Porter’s mouths.

I’m hurled across the universe as an orgasm builds inside me with rapid speed.

Before I can control myself, my body stiffens, and a blinding climax gushes out of me.

That is the quickest I’ve ever come. Yes, I do schedule self-care times for myself, but usually, it takes me a while to get there.

My limbs tremble as they rotate places, sucking me until I come in their mouths again. I’m delirious with need, my body demanding more and more.

“Your pussy tastes so fucking sweet; we can’t get enough of it.”

My pussy. My pussy tastes sweet.

Their words unleash something wild and chaotic inside me.

Their cocks inside my pussy. Yes. Yes. Yes. I need to feel them inside me right now.

“Please,” I whimper. “Now.”

Gray moves over me, balancing his strong body on his powerful forearms.

“You ready, beautiful?” Gray asks, staring into my eyes while he runs his fingers between my folds, coating them with my essence.

“Yes, please.”

“Keep your eyes on me, okay?”

I nod impatiently. Gray takes his wet fingers and grips his cock, then guides his enormously broad head to my entrance. My back arches at the contact. It’s strange and amazing at the same time.

Labored breaths leave my mouth as Gray pushes in a little deeper. Out of instinct, I try to scoot away from him, but he’s pinned me down, and I really don’t want to go anywhere anyway. I want this. I want them.

I reach between our bodies and cover my hand over his, pressing down on him to enter me quickly. The waiting is killing me. Gray removes his hand, and I’m touching his naked cock. I have all the control now.

“Avery,” he whispers, and it almost sounds as if he is in pain as he lifts my hips and inches himself further inside me. Holy cow. I take a little more of him until my eyes widen and I become frantic.

Oh boy. Oh. Boy.