What I saw…my pussy began throbbing uncontrollably.
“Oh—” My words were cut off as I came hard watching them. I couldn’t tell where Loren’s mouth began, and Jericho’s ended. They were enjoying each other as much as they were enjoying me. And when the remnants of my orgasm trickled out of me, Loren eagerly lapped it up before turning his head and sharing with Jericho. I watched them kiss as if it was nothing they hadn’t done before, and just like that…another orgasm ripped through me.
I couldn’t say if multiple orgasms were something I was capable of before the three of them. All that mattered now was that I couldn’t seem to stop.
“Jericho,” I moaned when he kissed my pussy one last time.
It was the only warning I got before he took me from Houston. I was yanked off his lap and brought to the center of the bed. Once my muscle shirt was gone, he pushed me down onto the bed until I was flat and naked on my back.
The impassive look in his eyes both frightened and excited me, the emotions blending when he reached for his belt.
“Something to say?” Loren teased me. His finger lazily brushed my nipple as he waited for my response.
“Yeah,” I breathed out as I struggled to catch my breath. Even Rich paused from undoing his jeans, and we locked gazes as the three of them waited. “Do your worst.”
“Aw shit,” Loren instigated as he fell onto his back. He locked his hands behind his head as he cheesed at the ceiling. I wasn’t as confused by his response as I was by Rich’s.
He wasn’t cocky or angry as he nodded. He simply held out his hand to Houston without breaking our stare, and I didn’t understand until Houston passed Jericho a condom from the nightstand.
I could say no to whatever was about to happen, but everyone in this room, including me, knew I wouldn’t.
I wanted them to convince me.
I wanted them to force my mind to finally let go.
My heart and body were already on board.
Rich tore the condom open with his teeth before shoving his jeans and boxers around his thighs and quickly sheathing himself. He talked the least shit, so it made sense that he had the biggest dick. I could already feel him inside me, forcing my body to accept him and carving his name on my walls.
He took the time to partially remove his shirt, lifting the neck over his head but leaving the material bunched around his shoulders. I watched his abs flex as he moved between my legs and brought the fat head of his dick to my entrance.
I wasn’t expecting for him to go slow. I could feel Houston and Loren watching every inch that disappeared inside of me until Jericho was buried to the hilt. My breath caught in my throat at how deeply he reached and how completely he filled me.
“Braxton.” My eyes had begun to drift close when I heard Jericho’s whisper. I opened them, and he smiled down at me gently. “Tell us what we want to know.” He was still fucking me slowly when he lifted my hips off the bed and gripped my ass hard enough to bruise. “Say yes.”
“Make me.”
As if he had expected me to defy him, Jericho’s lids lowered as he bit into his bottom lip. There was no warning before he changed his pace. My bottom half was still completely at his mercy when he began slamming into me with thrusts that could be heard fifty feet away.
“Oh, my God,” I yelped.
But Jericho had no mercy to give.
He pounded me as I gripped the mattress above me with both hands. I even started twisting my body to try to get away, but that only made him growl and fuck me harder.
I smelled the bergamot and orange in Loren’s cologne as he moved closer, and then he was kissing me and swallowing my cries.
“I know,” Loren cooed when the sounds I made turned broken. “Give us what we want, and it stops.” He kissed me again, and it was gentle. A complete mockery of everything Jericho was doing to me below. “I promise, baby.”
I felt my head being turned, and then Houston was kissing me. His kiss was rough and demanding, a warning that there was only more to come. “Otherwise, you’ll keep coming, but he’ll go all