Page 185 of Twins for Three Bad Boys

I’m shaking violently, every muscle taut, the pleasure building fast, hot, relentless… more than I've ever felt before.

Too much.

Not enough.

My thighs tremble, instinctively trying to close, but Fletcher growls, rough and possessive, gripping my hips tighter, spreading me wider as he works me harder, his tongue flicking fast now.

Rex's fingers curl deeper inside me, finding the spot that makes me see stars, stroking in perfect counterpoint to Fletcher's mouth, and it’s too good, too intense.

I can't breathe, can't think.

"Fuck," I gasp against Wayne's lips, my whole body coiling tighter, everything rushing to the surface, raw and wild.

Rex's mouth is at my ear, his voice a rasp that shoots straight to my core. "Look at me, darlin’. Let me see you fall apart. We've got you. You're safe. Let go."

His eyes lock on mine, holding me captive as I shatter.

The orgasm hits like nothing I've ever felt before, ripping through me with violent force, a blinding rush of sensation that steals my breath and every thought in my head.

I cry out, my body convulsing, hips jerking, muscles clenching down hard around Rex's fingers as Fletcher keeps licking relentlessly, pushing me higher, higher, wringing every last drop of pleasure from me.

Wayne holds me through it, kissing me, whispering against my lips, his hands stroking my hair, my face, grounding me even as I come apart. Wave after punishing wave tears through me, unstoppable, overwhelming. I’m shaking, sobbing with the force of it, my thighs trembling, my breath ragged as my vision blurs and the world spins.

Rex's fingers don’t stop until my body jerks away, completely wrecked. Fletcher pulls back, his lips shiny, his grin wicked and satisfied, eyes sparkling as he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, soothing now.

I continue to float, catching my breath, when Wayne's hand slides down my body, making me shiver with anticipation all over again.

His eyes meet mine, full of a wild possessive need, and my pulse kicks up again, a new rush of need sparking to life even though I've just come apart completely.

"Think you've got more in you?"

My answer is a breathless nod, my thighs falling open without hesitation.

I need him.

All of them.

Fletcher grins, eyes gleaming with heat, and leans down, kissing me hard. Deep and filthy and tasting of me, his tongue sweeps into my mouth, making me moan.

I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, rolling into him, desperate for it, for all of him. I can taste myself on his lips, slick and musky, and the primal rush of it shoots straight to my core, making me arch up against Wayne as he settles between my thighs.

"You're so fucking wet," Wayne groans, dragging the head of his cock through my folds, tormenting me. "We did that to you, June.”

A helpless whimper escapes me, my hips tilting up in a silent plea, needing him to fill me, to take me apart all over again.

Fletcher pulls back just enough to smirk down at me, his fingers stroking my cheek. "You ready for more? You ready to open up for me?”

I do, lips parting obediently, and Fletcher presses two fingers into my mouth, wet with me, and I suck him in deep, hollowing my cheeks, tasting everything. Myself, him, the salt of his skin.

My eyes flutter shut, overwhelmed, drowning in sensation.

And then Wayne pushes in, slow, thick, relentless, stretching me wide, filling me so deep I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only feel.

My moan is swallowed by Fletcher's fingers as Wayne bottoms out with a low, guttural curse, his cock pulsing inside me. He’s so big, so perfect, and hitting every spot that makes me shiver and clench around him.

"Hell, June," Wayne grinds out, holding still for a beat, his hands gripping my hips tight. "You feel… you feel incredible."

He starts to move, slow at first, deep thrusts that have me gasping, my body folding into him. Every inch of me is strung tight with need. Fletcher's fingers slide deeper into my mouth, and I suck harder, eyes locking with his, lost in the raw, feral heat there.