Page 41 of Too Sweet

“Yes. Fuck. Right there, Decker. Yes.”

He drives deeper, steadying himself with one hand on my hip while the other seeks out my center.

Both men play with me, Kendrick using two fingers to hold open my folds while Decker rolls my clit between his forefinger and thumb.

I glance down and gasp. Their touch sends me soaring. But the sight of their hands working together has me clenching every muscle and teetering on the edge.

“Fuck, Mama. Not yet. He needs to be all the way in. Let him fucking have you.”

I release a shaky exhale, desperate to stave off the orgasm threatening to pull me under.

“Fuck. So tight, Siren. You feel so fucking good.”

“Do you need more lube?” Kylian asks.

Decker grunts a sound of dismissal. “I’ve fucking got her.”

Then he spits on my clit, and I fucking lose it.

My body convulses and spasms, the orgasm unleashing all the tension and reservedness both men exhibited up until this point.

“Push in when I pull out, Cap. Think about fucking up into her.”

Decker nods once, quickly meeting the rhythm K sets.

Every few seconds, my inner walls clench so tightly I lock one of them in place. But they’re relentless. Persistent. Determined and so fucking stubborn.

The next orgasm builds fast. The pressure is almost too much to bear. I can’t hold back, and more importantly, I don’t want to. Not now. Not ever again.

My eyes water as the urge builds in my core.

This isn’t just an orgasm. It’s about to be a baptism.

“K,” I whimper, my mind already buzzing as my legs start to shake.

“Fuck yeah,” Kendrick murmurs. “Keep it up, Cap. Your wife’s about to squirt. Once it starts, don’t you dare fucking stop. Just keep fucking her through it.”

Decker’s eyes flare with panic. I reach out and grip his neck, bracing myself for the deluge that’s about to take hold.

“It feels so good,” I assure him.

Warmth washes over me. Electricity zaps up my thighs. I dig my nails into Decker’s scalp and lock eyes with my husband as a gush of fluid bursts from my pussy and absolutely soaks him.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chant, throwing my head back against K’s chest and pinching my nipples again.

Mouths descend on me as Kylian and Nicky move my hands and suck on my tits. They’re anything but gentle—tugging and biting with such ferocity I throb all the way down in my core.

“One more, Mama. We’re all here for you. We want this as much as you do. Give us one fucking more.”

Kylian presses two fingers into my mouth, then moves that hand down to my clit. That would be enough, honestly, but then I feel another hand. And another. And another.

They’re all touching me—working together like the perfect team to push me toward the final release.

My mind succumbs. My body submits. I scream and gush and absolutely drench them all, squirting more and spasming harder than I ever have in my life.

Serenity settles over me as I fade in and out of cognizance. That may have been the hottest group sex ever, but somehow, I also feel unbelievably cherished in this moment. I drift off to sleep for a few minutes, coming to with an even deeper sense of love and appreciation for my four amazing men.

Decker and Kendrick have pulled out, and Nicky is gently cleaning me up. Kylian strokes my hair, whispering words of admiration and praise.