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“Wait!” I pull away from Mack so I can speak. “We seriously can't?—”
Reaper shows me the phone screen. No FixerUppers, just the camera app. He laughs. “If you think we're gonna share you with the whole goddamn internet, you're fucking crazy, girl. But film it? You bet your sexy ass I'm gonna. And then we'll put it up on the big screen and watch it together while we fuck again.”
That's out in the living room, but he did mention christening all of the rooms. There's a reason we got a big couch.
I eye the camera with a bit of skepticism. “If that ever gets out somewhere…”
“It's not gonna. Not that you got anything to be ashamed of, but Snark's set me up with an encrypted storage thing. I don't know how it works, but I know how to use it and he promised on his goddamn life that not even he would be able to get into it. If I lose the phone or forget the password, the footage is lost forever. This'll just be between the four of us.
“You put a lot of thought into this.” I don't think my look is accusing exactly, but I can tell when he really wants something. Before I met the boys, it would've been out of the question. Even before my burn scars, I wasn't any more confident about being seen naked than most women, but it's amazing what the total acceptance of your men can do for your self-confidence. When you've got three of them who keep telling you that they want nothing more than to get you naked and look at you, touch you, drive you crazy and then bury their big, fat cocks inside you… well, you start to let down your guard. Maybe even believe them a little. And then it suddenly gets to be kind of hot.
“Listen, I'll put it away if you?—”
“How do you want me?” I lean back into Scrapper so he gets easier access to get my bra off. “What's your video fantasy?”
“Jesus fuck,” Reaper groans, just as Mack and Scrapper chuckle together.
My bra is gone in a moment, and while my first instinct is to cover my breasts up with my hands when there's a camera on them, I change my mind last moment and cup them instead, twisting myself towards Reaper and holding them up like I'm offering them to him. “This what you wanted to see?”
He unbuttons himself with one hand as he approaches, keeping the phone on me the whole time. He pops out, hard and dripping, his jeans still clinging to his narrow hips. “Look at me while you suck me,” he orders, then puts himself right in front of me.
Right out into the deep end. I lock eyes with him and lick my lips, slowly, while massaging my breasts and flicking my own nipples with my thumbs. He holds the camera so that I have to look into that too, but it's his beautiful, sexy eyes I keep my gaze on.
“Fuck,” he whispers. His cock throbs before I even touch it, pumping out a little clear drop right at the tip. “You look so damn sexy.”
Mack's big hands slide to my ass, making sure I'm still secure in his lap, and when I reach up to capture Reaper's thrumming length in my fist, Scrapper takes over breast duty. When he flicks my nipples, it's like there's electric shocks racing from them to my core. When I do it, it's like trying to tickle myself, but when he does it, it makes me wonder if I've soaked Mack's jeans through my own yet.
I stick out my tongue and slide it slowly, gently underneath Reaper's crown. Tracing the thick crown with the tip, I make him gasp. The scent of him is heady, intoxicating, but I never break eye contact as I taste him. That little drop is still at the tip, but when I draw him into my mouth and envelop him with my lips, I take it off him with a flick of my tongue. And then I start bobbing, slowly, shallowly at first and then deeper and deeper.
“That's the sexiest fucking thing I've watched in my life,” Reaper says, his voice rough with lust, but he pulls back so the tip's just out of reach. “Come on, baby, follow me.”
He eases back so I have to crawl after him, until he's seated on the bed with his back to the headboard and me on all fours, tonguing the tip of his cock. My breasts hang so I know he can see them past his own thickness. If I didn’t know he loved that… “Like this?”
“Fucking perfect.”
Mack takes the opportunity to undo my jeans and tug them down, along with my underwear. A moment later, all our clothes are scattered across the floor, and all four of us are naked as the day we were born.
“Gimme the phone,” Scrapper says as he kneels behind me. He’s as demanding as Reaper today.
Reaper hands it over, then threads his coarse fingers into my hair so he can control my speed and depth. I never take my eyes off him though, and he never looks away. It adds a whole other level of intensity, a connection.
“Fuck, you're soaked,” says Scrapper. His thick fingers have the texture of a hard worker’s, and it just adds to the hot vibrations his touch sends racing through me. He finds my clit and with a quick flick has me gasping around Reaper.
I can only imagine he's filming every detail. Do guys really like it so much? Then again, as I pull off Reaper long enough to give him a couple of appreciative strokes with my hand and lick another excited drop off his tip, I suppose I get it. I love seeing their dicks when they're all hard and excited for me. Like right now.
Something much thicker than a finger is pressed against me, making me moan deep in my chest. Scrapper pushes himself into me with agonizing slowness, and I bet that looks hot on camera. When he's all the way in, his hard hips pressing into my ass, he withdraws just as slowly. I can feel myself cling to his thickness, coating him with my slick. Between the two of them, I'm losing myself in a haze of lust.
Mack lies down across the bed on his back so he can slide his head underneath my chest and take my breasts in his mouth. As Scrapper grips my hip with his free hand and speeds up, I'm rocked back and forth between them, and the movement intensifies the little tugs Mack is putting on my nipples with his teeth, adding to the meltdown that's building up between my legs. What is it about their cocks that make all three of them seem like a perfect fit?
They pass the phone around, capturing Scrapper sliding in and out of me, and then down to my swinging breasts, and then up to my glassy expression as I start to lose myself in all the sensations. Scrapper slips out, even though he hasn't finished. They roll me sideways until I'm straddling Mack and I sink down on him. I hope Reaper captures my expression when Mack fills me completely, and the sound captures my pleased moans as we start to rock together.
Scrapper presents himself to my mouth, and I take him in, sucking him like he's my favorite lollipop. “Fuck, that's nice. So fucking nice,” he moans. And then he pulls back and is replaced by Reaper. I've barely swirled my tongue around his tip a few times before they switch again. It’s fun for me, but it's got to be frustrating for them. Then again, the idea of them teased right up to the edge of coming, but never getting their release, at least until I'm good and ready, is hot in itself.
Reaper lies down next to Mack and points himself straight up. Scrapper and Mack lift me up and over to lower me right onto his cock, like I don't weigh a thing. I'm not even touching the bed when his length is sliding into me. And when they drop me the last inch or so, I brace my hands against the planes of his broad chest as he fills me completely. I roll my hips to feel every little bit of him inside me, and it’s so, so good.
Mack has the phone now, capturing me riding Reaper like a cowgirl. “Fuck, that's amazing,” he breathes as he moves around me, capturing us from every angle. I make sure to pop my ass out a little—for the camera.
The nightstand drawer rattles open, then shuts, before Scrapper comes up behind me. He draws a finger from the back of my neck, all the way down my spine to the top of my ass. It makes me shiver and clench around Reaper's hard cock. “Baby, do you want to try something new?”
