Page 13 of Three Wickedly Bad Neighbors and a Very Grumpy Girl (Three Guys and a Girl Volume 2, #8)

? Chapter Thirteen

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I don’t back down. They’ve unleashed a craving inside me I can’t explain, but I know it needs to be fulfilled. I need to be filled.

They stand gloriously naked and powerful while I kneel on the bed.

“Just say the word 'stop,' Avery, at any time, no matter what we’re doing, and we’ll stop. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Say it out loud,” Porter demands.

“I understand. If I want you to stop, I’ll say, 'stop.'”

“Good,” Gray says. “Now come over here and wet our cocks with your mouth, pretty girl.”

I bounce off the bed, and within moments, I’m kneeling on the floor, surrounded by them. I take their cocks into my hands and lay soft butterfly kisses all over them, marveling at how they can be so silky-soft on the outside and so rock hard on the inside.

My craving grows, and I open my mouth on them. Slivers of pre-cum coat my tongue, and I swallow it down, but that only makes me want more. And more.

I’m in my own world, sucking and tasting, kissing and pleasuring myself with their cocks. The instant they grow harder, their breathing becomes more erratic, and they lift me up and kiss me senseless.

Gray then carries me to the bed and places me on my hands and knees. From the corner of my eye, I catch Sullivan lifting a black briefcase and placing it on the bed. He flips it open, and I nearly choke on air.

Oh, I know exactly what’s inside. At the last bachelorette party I attended, I didn’t just come home with edible body paint; I also gained extensive knowledge of sex toys, where they go, and how they work, thanks to an instructor hired by one of the friends of the bride-to-be.

So, yes, I recognize a butt plug when I see one. Or ten, among other things. A heaviness settles in my heart as I realize they bought this for the express purpose of using it on someone else on this bed.

“Who would have thought Benny’s welcome home gift would come in handy?” Sullivan says. “Benny is our friend, by the way. You saw him—the guy with the red hair and three-piece suit. And no, we weren’t going to use this on anyone else the moment you stepped into our lives, Avery.”

Did Sullivan read my mind?

Tears sting my eyes, but I swallow them down. I have to remember what this is: an education, and nothing more. Who would want to have anything to do with me in a social environment? No one. I get grumpy when rules aren’t followed, which makes me no fun at all.

All my thoughts come to a crashing stop when Gray’s palm lands on my butt, taking my breath away and immediately arousing my entire body.

All three are behind me now, spanking me, touching me, dipping into the deluge between my pussy lips and sucking it off their fingers.

Then their touch changes. Blood rushes to my face as they part the cheeks of my backside. Their breaths whisper against me, and goosebumps cover my entire body. Their fingers explore softly and gently.

Their growls and the murmurings of words like ‘perfect,’ ‘beautiful,’ and ‘theirs’ lull me into believing they’re true.

My eyes snap shut as Sullivan and Gray spread me apart while Porter pours lubricant into my bottom hole. Oh god. This is real. My moment of panic dissolves in the magnitude of my want for this.

Their fingers go deeper, massaging the tender flesh of a place no one should touch, and now three of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen will take my virginity there too.

They kiss my shoulders, suck on the flesh of my butt, and play with my clit as they deepen their passage into the most forbidden part of me. They guide me to breathe when I clench up too much, when the burn becomes more than I can handle.

My world is set ablaze when the cool head of a butt plug prods the tightness of my bottom hole. My nerves scream in terror. I drop my head onto the bed so that only my bottom is raised. Then they take turns thrusting the plug inside me.

They establish a rhythm that leaves my heart thundering in chaos.

Pushing the plug a little deeper, only to pull it out and coat it with more lubricant.

Then deeper, out, and more lube. Somehow, I’ve transformed the pain of being stretched into pleasure, and the result is sublime.

I’m flying amidst the pandemonium of my body, the total meltdown of my mind.

All I feel is them spreading me apart so I can take their cocks inside me.

When the plug is fully embedded deep within me, and I dare not move, Porter comes around and lifts me up so that I’m straddling him.

He kisses me deeply as he guides the tremendous length of his cock into my pussy. I bite his lip, clenching to keep him out. I’m too full. I can’t...

Sullivan strokes his finger over the heated flesh of my butt and then slowly removes the plug from my hole. At that same instant, Porter penetrates me fully. But before my next breath, Gray is putting the plug back inside me, only this time, it’s a bigger one.

Oh dear god.

I’m going to be splintered apart. Tears fall down my face onto Porter. I overestimated my body’s ability. I—

Gray starts to move the plug the same way Porter moves his cock against the walls of my pussy, and they flow and ebb inside me. My pain transforms into elated torment, and somewhere deep within me, I ache for more. I ache for their cocks sharing me.

Porter takes one of my nipples into his mouth while he reaches down and strokes my clit.

His thrusts grow deeper, bumping into the most erotic parts of me, while Gray does the same.

As my universe explodes with my orgasm, the only thing keeping me grounded is Sullivan’s soft, tender touches all over my body.

But my orgasm is not enough to feed my hunger.

I need them. Now.

As if they read my mind, Gray pulls the plug from me. The head of Sullivan’s cock taps my opening. Porter is still fully lodged inside me. Sullivan doesn’t waste any time. He pushes in, taking advantage of my stretched hole, but it is nowhere, nowhere near open enough to accommodate his cock.

Panic floods me, but all they do is hold me tight, crushing my body between them while I worry, I might implode over their cocks inside me. The pain feels insurmountable, yet something doesn’t feel right.

I need Gray. I need them to do what they promised: all three of them inside me.

“Please,” I whisper, my voice stained with tears. Again, they know exactly what I want.

I close my eyes, my face buried in the side of Porter’s neck, holding on for dear life.

Sullivan slips out, and Gray takes his place, while Porter remains fixed inside me. Sullivan and Gray swap places again and again, driving me mad. I growl my frustration, and then I get what I ask for.

Sullivan and Gray line their cocks up to my well-lubed opening. I brace myself as Porter holds me down and in place. They push through my resistance, and I accept them easily—until the thrust deepens.

My mind blanks. My body screams at me to take them all inside me right now, or it’s going to crumble and close up. I know what I want.

Behind my closed eyes, I see their faces. I relive every moment of our encounters, every word. My heart starts to beat differently. My body opens, and I bring Sullivan and Gray inside me, fully.

I can’t register the pain without receiving the sheer, deviant, carnal allure of giving myself to Gray, Sullivan, and Porter all at once. They feel the change in me, and that’s when they start to move—powerful and dominant.

The cadence is so wickedly erotic that an orgasm takes hold of me and sends me into the stratosphere. My pulsing body clutches against their cocks. Their growls are soft but primal and fierce as they empty themselves inside me.

I don’t remember anything else except the sublime feeling of being filled and bathed in their cum.

I don’t want to think, so I sleep in their arms.