Page 186 of Twins for Three Bad Boys

"You look so good like this," Fletcher growls. "Taking Wayne's cock, sucking my fingers…"

His eyes burn into mine, dark and heavy lidded with lust, and the way he’s looking at me, like I’m everything, like I’m theirs, sends a fresh wave of heat through my already wrecked body.

But I want more.

I turn, breathless and wild, and reach for him, my hand sliding down his hard, tense stomach, finding his cock… thick, hot, and already leaking.

His breath hitches, his muscles tightening under my touch as I wrap my fingers around him, stroking slow and firm, loving the feel of him, the power of making him shudder for me.

"Shit, June," he groans, hand tangling in my hair as I lean in, licking a teasing stripe up the length of him before taking him into my mouth.

He hisses out a curse, hips jerking just a little as I suck him deep, tasting him, savoring the salty, addictive flavor, the way he fills my mouth.

His hand tightens in my hair, guiding me, his breath ragged and filthy as I work him over, my tongue swirling around the head before sinking down again.

"Fucking hell," Fletcher moans. "That feels so good, June. Just like that… fuck, just like that."

Rex is beside me too, his hand stroking over my stomach, my breasts, everywhere, tracing patterns over my skin that make me shiver and arch and moan around Fletcher's cock. His lips move to my ear, whispering dirty, beautiful things that set me on fire.

And through it all, Wayne keeps moving inside me, his pace picking up, his rhythm brutal and perfect, every deep, hard thrust making my breath catch, my moans vibrating around Fletcher's cock.

I’m stretched so full, the pleasure sharp and endless, my whole body hypersensitive and desperate for release.

"Harder," I gasp, pulling back just long enough to speak. "Please, Wayne… harder."

He growls, gripping my hips tighter, his thrusts slamming into me now, deep, punishing, hitting that perfect spot over and over until I’m crying out.

My nails dig into Fletcher's thighs as I bob my head, taking him deep, loving the way he curses and trembles for me.

"Fuck, that's it," Fletcher rasps, his hand cupping my face, dragging me up to kiss me, hot, filthy, desperate, before guiding me back down, his hips flexing shallowly as I suck him hard, his cock throbbing against my tongue.

Wayne's hips snap faster, harder, his breath coming in rough pants, and Rex's hand slides down, circling my clit with perfect, relentless pressure, sending sparks flying behind my eyes.

That’s all it takes.

I shatter, louder, harder, more intense than before, my whole body convulsing around Wayne's cock, a scream ripping from my throat even with Fletcher filling my mouth.

The orgasm is blinding and brutal, wave after wave crashing over me, unstoppable. I sob, every nerve ending on fire as Wayne curses, his rhythm faltering, his body tensing hard.

He thrusts deep one last time, groaning low and rough against my neck as he finds his release, his whole body shuddering against mine.

I barely have time to catch my breath before Rex's hand cups my jaw, turning my head toward him. His eyes burn into mine full of need, and just the look of him makes my pulse kick up all over again.

"My turn, pretty girl," he rasps, thumb brushing my swollen lower lip. "You ready?"

"Yes," I whisper desperately. "Please."

His mouth crashes down on mine, hot and demanding, and I kiss him back just as hard, tasting the hunger, the need, the sheer possessiveness in every sweep of his tongue.

Wayne and Fletcher don’t waste a second.

Fletcher's hands slide down my sides, spreading my thighs wide again while Wayne moves to kiss and suck at my breasts, his tongue circling my sensitive nipples until I’m moaning helplessly into Rex's mouth.

"Fuck, you're still so wet," Fletcher groans, fingers sliding through my slick folds, circling my clit before plunging two deep inside me, making me gasp and arch off the bed. "So fucking ready for us. Always ready.”

"Let's make you come again," Wayne growls, biting gently at my nipple, sending lightning bolts of pleasure straight to my core. "I wanna feel you shake apart."

I’m already close, my body strung so tight it feels like the barest touch could send me spiraling again. But this time, I want more. I want to give, not just take.