Page 20 of Every Eligible Man

"She likes that," Ash observes, stroking himself as he watches. His eyes are dark, hungry, fixed on where Slade's cock disappears inside me. "She's clenching around you."

"She's perfect," Slade groans, pulling back and thrusting in again. "Tight and wet and, fuck, she keeps squeezing."

"Don't hog her," Wreck complains, even as I suck him deeper. "Some of us want a turn in that pussy."

"Some of us are enjoying this pussy right now."

"Children," Ash says, stepping closer. His hand wraps around his massive cock, stroking slowly. "Share."

He reaches down, finds my clit, and starts rubbing in counterpoint to Slade's thrusts.

I arch off the table, a strangled scream vibrating around Wreck's cock.

"Oh, she liked that," Wreck gasps.

"She's close again," Slade confirms, picking up his pace. "I can feel her. She's gonna come again."

I come for the second time, cunt clamping down on Slade so hard he swears. I release Wreck's cock to scream properly, head thrown back, body shaking.

"Beautiful," Ash murmurs, fingers still working me through it. "Again."

"I can't."

"You can."

He pinches my clit lightly and I convulse with a third orgasm before the second has even finished.

"Okay, my turn," Wreck announces, pulling back from my mouth. "Trade me."

Slade groans in protest but pulls out, his cock glistening with my slick. The brothers rotate with surprising efficiency, Wreck sliding between my thighs while Slade moves to my mouth and Ash continues to oversee like the world's most hands-on supervisor.

Wreck doesn't ease in. He grabs my hips, lines up, and thrusts home in one hard stroke.

"Fuck," I choke out, immediately stuffed full of Slade to muffle my cry.

"Told you the curve was good," Wreck pants, already setting a brutal pace. "Hits different, see? Right… there."

He angles his thrusts and suddenly he's nailing my g-spot on every stroke. My eyes roll back. My suction on Slade goes sloppy as I lose higher brain function.

"She's drooling," Slade observes, not unkindly. "I think we broke her."

"Not yet," Ash says. "But we will."

He strokes himself steadily, watching, waiting. The head of his cock is angry red, leaking pre-cum down the shaft. He's clearly exercising enormous restraint.

I want him. I want that monster inside me. I want to know if I can even take it.

"Ash," I gasp, pulling off Slade's cock, "want you, need to feel you."

"Soon." His voice is strained. "When you're ready for what I'm going to do to you."

"I'm ready now."

"You're not." He bends down, kissing me hard, filthy, tongue fucking my mouth the way his brothers are fucking the rest of me. "But you will be."

Wreck comes first, because of course he does, he has zero impulse control, burying himself deep and groaning through his release. He barely pulls out before he's pushing three fingers in, keeping me full, working his cum deeper.

"Don't waste it," he pants. "Want you dripping with all of us by the end."