Page 21 of Every Eligible Man

"Romantic," Slade says dryly, still working his cock in my mouth.

"I'm a giver."

Ash finally moves. "Enough. My turn."

He lifts me off the table like I weigh nothing, sitting down in the heavy wooden chair and positioning me over his lap. I can feel the massive head of him pressing against my entrance, stretching, demanding.

"This is going to be a lot," he warns, hands tight on my hips.

"I want a lot."

"Then take it."

He pulls me down.

I wail. There's no other word for it, a raw, broken sound of pleasure so intense it borders on pain. He's huge, filling me beyond anything I've experienced, the stretch almost unbearable, but somehow exactly what I need.

"Good girl," Ash groans, buried to the hilt. "Taking me so well. Now ride."

I try. I really do. But I'm so overwhelmed, so sensitive from multiple orgasms, that all I can manage is a weak roll of my hips.

"I've got her," Slade says, moving behind the chair. His hands grip my waist, helping me move, lifting me up and dropping me back down on Ash's cock. "That's it. Let us do the work."

"Wait."

I feel something pressing against my ass. Slick fingers. Slade has found oil somewhere and is working me open while I ride Ash.

"Oh gods, you're going to?"

"Only if you want it," Slade murmurs against my ear.

"Yes, fuck yes. I want all of it."

Wreck appears in front of me, cock somehow already hardening again. "What about me?"

"Mouth," I gasp. "Give me your cock."

He slides between my lips just as Slade breaches my ass with two fingers.

I moan so loud around Wreck's cock that he actually laughs.

"She's vibrating," he announces. "I think she's actually purring."

"Focus," Ash grunts, hands tight on my hips, fucking up into me with short, powerful strokes. "Slade, she's ready. Get in here."

Slade withdraws his fingers and I feel the blunt head of him pressing against my stretched hole. He pushes in slowly, torturously slowly, while Ash holds still to let me adjust.

Full. I'm so impossibly, devastatingly full.

Two cocks inside me, one in each hole, stretching me to my absolute limits. And Wreck in my mouth, thrusting shallowly, completing the trinity of overwhelming sensation.

This is everything I've ever wanted and didn't know how to ask for.

"Fuck," Slade breathes, fully seated. "I can feel you, Ash. Through the wall. That's..."

"Weird and hot," Wreck supplies. "Mostly hot. Definitely hot. She's loving it. Look at her face."

I'm past words. Past thought. I exist only as sensation. Three men moving inside me, finding a rhythm together, filling me over and over and over.