I had never known what true emptiness felt like until then. I cried out in frustration, reaching out blindly with my eyes still shut, needing someone to fill me up again, to drive into me like that again.
Low noises reached my ears as the boys around me all groaned, and then Kace’s voice reached me in the darkness.
“Open your eyes, Princess. Watch us while we fuck you.”
My eyelids flew open, and I blinked at the three of them. They’d pulled back slightly, all still gathered around me. One of them had just been inside me, and I hoped I never knew who it was.
Biting down hard on my bottom lip, I reached out for Kace, pulling him toward me. He moved willingly at my insistence, but as soon as his body was poised over mine, he took back all control. His calloused hands pinned my wrists to the bed, holding me still as he slid smoothly inside me. It hurt a little as my inner walls stretched around him, but the pain was nowhere near as sharp as it had been with the first intrusion.
I couldn’t use my hands to urge him on, but I used my legs and feet, wrapping them around his waist as I rubbed my body against his.
“Oh shit, you’re tight,” he grunted, baring his teeth as he withdrew and thrust in again.
When he bottomed out inside me, the base of his cock rubbed against my clit, and I moaned, squeezing around him. He picked up the pace a little, driving into me so hard our bodies rocked together. Pleasure built inside me like a slow-moving wave, but before it could crest, he kissed me with bruising force and then pulled away.
I whined in protest, and he chuckled darkly. “Someday we’ll all finish inside you. Stuff you so full of our cum you’ll feel us all for days afterward. But not tonight.”
My body quivered at his words, and when Bishop draped himself over me and thrust inside, I was sure he could feel how close I was to coming again. My hips rose off the bed to meet him, and he braced himself on his arms as he drove into me, fucking me the same way he’d kissed me the first time—with desperation and fierce need, like he could never, ever get enough.
I was so close—so close—my body balancing on a knife’s edge as I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his muscled back.
But he didn’t let me come.
It felt like he was torturing us both as he slowly, reluctantly withdrew from me.
Misael was there to take his place in an instant, and the moment he slid inside me, it was like something clicked into place. I had wanted all three of them. And now I’d gotten my wish.
My body felt exhausted and used in the best possible way, and I knew I would be sore tomorrow.
But it would be so worth it.
“Please,” I gasped, looking up into Misael’s beautiful, dark eyes. “Please—make me come!”
His expression shifted, determination hardening his features, and I knew I had chosen the right boy to beg. Kace would control me, Bishop would torture me, but Misael?
He would do whatever he could to give me what I wanted.
Draping his body over mine, he kissed me slowly and deeply as he began to thrust, slipping one hand between us to work my clit in tight circles.
As the orgasm that had been threatening began to build in my core, I became aware of new sounds around me and glanced at Bish and Kace. The two of them were stroking themselves in time to the rhythm of Misael’s thrusts, and the sight drove me crazy. The looks on their faces, which mirrored Misael’s, made me groan with wanton satisfaction. They might not be inside me, but they knew what it felt like, and watching their friend fuck me was turning them on, driving them toward the same precipice I was racing for.
Misael rose up suddenly, hooking his arms under my knees and lifting my ass off the bed as he continued to drive into me. At this angle, his cock hit an incredible new spot inside me, and it was the thing that finally pushed me over the edge.
I clamped down hard around him, swirling my hips against his as I sobbed out my release.
“Oh… God!”
“Fuck, Cora. So good.”
He pulsed and thickened inside me, and the two boys kneeling on either side of me made strangled noises, their fists moving faster.
Then all three boys came at once. Misael drove into me hard before freezing inside me, cursing and groaning as Bishop and Kace spattered ropes of cum across my stomach and breasts.
We all grew still, breathing heavily into the quiet of the room as the tension slowly drained from our bodies. As Misael withdrew slowly, I felt a gush of wetness as cum spilled out of me, and the skin of my torso glistened with it in the semi-darkness.
A giddy feeling filled me like a rush of blood to the head.
These three boys had marked me.