Her Best Men

I could feel my toes curling even before he picked up his pace.

“Chance. Sweet fuck, that feels so good.”

He groaned into my pussy and the vibrations pulled whimpers from between my lips.

I bucked against his lips while he lapped at my clit. I could feel the tension mounting as he dug his hands into the meat of my thighs. He spread my legs farther apart, bending them toward my chest and rendering my body motionless. I cried out for more while the fluids Chance was pulling from me flowed down the crack of my ass.

“Yes. Chance. I’m so close. Right there. Lick there. Don’t move. Don’t move, Chance!”

He pressed his tongue deep into my body and it sent me over the edge. My eyes rolled into the back of my head while my heels dug into his back and I could hear the sloshing around of his tongue while he cleaned up my dripping pussy. My back was arched and my tits were bouncing, heaving with gasps of air while my climax rendered me speechless.

The moment I felt my back hit the sheets, someone scooped me up into their arms.

“You have no idea what watching you come does to me.”

It was Owen and, immediately, my back was pressed against a wall.

He slid into me, his thick dick pressing against my walls, and I groaned. Our lips connected in a passionate dance, our tongues battling for dominance while he pinned me to the wall. His cock pumped into me slowly and seamlessly and for a moment, it was only him and me. My eyes fluttered open and took in his light blue eyes. His hands pressed deep into the wall while my hands cupped his cheeks. I smiled at him, trapped between his body and the pleasure he was providing me but, soon, he picked up his pace and turned my smile into the perfect hole for someone else’s cock.

He peeled me from the wall and laid my back against the bed and none of the brothers made a move toward us. I wrapped my legs around his thick body as he drove himself into me and the two of us were crying out in pleasure as he slipped himself inside of me. I pressed sloppy kisses into the sinewy muscles of his shoulders while he held me close to him, his cock filling me to the brim before spilling out onto the bed. I panted into his neck, my body shaking with love for him as he pressed loving kisses into the crook of my neck.

Then when he got up, Ethan took his place.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known,” he said.

“I didn’t realize this was going to be a one-on-one thing,” I said, grinning.

“Let us make love to you, Kyra. Let us show you how much we care.”

It was the smoothest thing I’d ever heard Ethan Trent say and I raised my lips to connect with his.

He slid into me easily and my fingernails raked down his back. His long cock touched parts of me I never could’ve dreamt were there. He throbbed against my walls and caressed every single part of my body, drawing my nipples between his lips and stroking them with his tongue. I lifted my hips to connect with his, feeling Ethan already giving himself over to me in pleasure.

But the moment he pinned my arms to the bed, I felt something carnal in me snap.

I bucked wildly against him and I could tell it caught him off guard. The smirk that crawled across his face was salacious and, soon, I was locking my legs around him to draw him deeper. I could’ve sworn I felt him in my stomach, his hips pounding into mine as my tits jumped for him.

“Ethan! Fuck, yes. Hold me down. Make me yours.”

He crashed his lips onto mine, wanton and desperate as his hips began to stutter. I could feel my clit swelling while his cock pulsed inside of me. But before I could reach my own end again, he was marking me as his while my name tumbled from his lips like a prayer.

“Oh, Kyra. You feel so fucking good. How do you do it?”

I smiled and pressed kiss after kiss into his lips, feeling his hands loosen their grip so I could wrap my arms around him.

We laid there until Ethan could gather himself. Then I saw Rowan come into the picture. He descended upon me with a smile on his face, his green eyes kind and his auburn highlights shining in the light above our heads. There wasn’t a thing about Rowan I didn’t love, just like all the other men in the room, and all I could do was rake my hands through his soft hair while he stared down at me.

“I love you, Kyra,” he said.

“Oh, Rowan,” I said, smiling. “I love you, too.”

I brought his face to my lips while our tongues slowly connected. I could feel his cock trembling, begging to be inside of me as it dripped onto the skin of my thigh. I rolled my hips against his, pulling a groan from his throat that mine swallowed down before he lined himself up with my entrance.

But I saw him look above my head just before he slid right in.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Who are you talking to—”