climax speeds closer.
A second mouth licks my pussy as the pair of fingers ramming inside me slow…slow…stop.
“Fuck!” I pant out. “No! Don’t stop!”
But they do. Apollo and Cass pull back, leaving me a shaking, shivering wreck seconds away from a climax.
And then I realize why when Rube wraps his hand around my fingers, and helps me guide his cock to my entrance.
He uses the tip to push apart my lips, and slowly sinks the first inch into me.
Zach moves to the back.
Hands grab my ass and gently urge me to part even more.
And then a second cock brushes my pussy.
“No!” If I could have looked back, I would have, but Rube’s still got his fist in my hair. “No, you won’t fit!”
Zach lets out a dark chuckle. “Exactly what you said,” he says.
Then he drags his dick up and pushes it against my backdoor.
“No! Fuck!” I start struggling.
There’s no way I can handle this. It’s too much. Who the fuck was I kidding?
Rube grabs my head, brings me down close. “If you can take me, then you take him too.”
“No, please!” I’m still struggling, and Zach’s dick slips away from its target.
“Hold her down,” he growls.
Immediately, I have a hand on each thigh. Apollo and Cass force my legs open wider, and one of them even wraps an arm around my waist, holding me steady.
Someone starts teasing my clit with their fingertips. I hear someone spit, and feel wetness on my skin.
Zachary tests that too-tight opening again with his dick. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Teeth nip my ass.
I’m done trying to figure out who’s doing what. I’m drowning in ecstasy.
Fingers touch my pussy lips, drag me open.
The arm around my waist forces me down, and Rube’s cock thrusts into me. Fingers stroke my backdoor the second Zach’s dick slips away, but it’s only to spread some lubrication. Because then he’s back, and he’s forcing himself inside me.
“No, God, please!” I’m sobbing. Choking.
I feel like I’m bursting, but there’s no pain. Just so much fucking pleasure I don’t know what to do with it.
I let out a hoarse scream when someone comes on my back with a groan.
And then Rube drags me down for a kiss. Filling my mouth with his tongue, as my pussy is forced down onto his cock.
When I come, the world stops.
I can’t breathe.
My body locks up.
And then the agony of pure bliss hits me. Warm wetness slides out of me as Rube starts fucking me. As Zach eases his cock in and out of my backdoor.
“Fuck her harder,” Cass commands behind me. “I want to hear her scream.”
And they hold me down so Rube can do just that.
And I do scream.
And then I cry.
And then I come again while I’m still recovering from my last orgasm.
But when Rube’s ready, and I see his face tightening, feel his dick throb, I grab his face and I kiss him as hard as I can.
Because I’m theirs. Wholly. Truly. To do with whatever they please. To admire, to worship, to satisfy, to fuck.
All they ask is that I accept the fact that they all need me. Each and every one of them.
And I do.
Because I need them just as much.
I’ve finally found my real family. They’re kind and loving and genuine.
Everything a family should be.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Trinity
I’m met with the aroma of baking bread, coffee, and bacon when I walk downstairs. My mouth is already watering by the time I reach the kitchen and see Cass at the cooker.
“Smells incredible,” I tell him, sliding onto one of the bar stools in the breakfast nook so I can watch him while he cooks.
I never knew he was such a keen chef. But he’s a hedonist like me, and food is one of our weaknesses.
He turns, bathing me with a gorgeous smile as he takes me in from head to toe. “Morning, my beautiful mess,” he says.
I laugh, not even bothering to disagree.
My curls are all over the place, the shirt I found on the floor to cover up my nakedness before coming downstairs happens to be Apollo’s too-big vest, and I’m pretty sure I have at least five hickeys on my neck.
Don’t forget the fact that I barely had any sleep last night. I’m surprised I’m not walking with a limp.
“This beautiful mess needs coffee,” I groan, but Cass puts up his spatula in warning when I attempt to climb off my bar stool.
“What did I say about setting foot in my kitchen when I’m cooking?”
I quirk an eyebrow at him, but