Our Love Story

His eyes are heavy, and he runs his hand over my swollen pussy, excitement coursing through me all over again at his touch. We are all just getting started.

“This is too good to be true,” I manage, running my hands through my hair. The guys are still hard and my pussy still throbs. I can’t wait for more.

Enzo pulls me to the floor, lying pillows under my head and kneeling before me—ready for his turn.

“Are you ready for more, sweetheart?”

I can’t even speak, I just nod as he plunges his cock into my swollen pussy. Wordlessly, Mason straddles me, his fingers rubbing over my clit as Enzo fills my pussy, his cock buried between my tits.

I’m excited about the titty fucking, and for his come to shower me again. I lick my lips, watching as he moves between my big tits. I’m so grateful that my breasts are the size that they are.

I smile, thinking I am more than grateful that their cocks are the size that they are too.

Ethan and Noah kneel on either side of me and take hold of their shafts, stroking themselves as they watch me get both fucked and titty fucked at the same time.

The faster and faster my pussy gets pounded by Enzo and my tits get fucked by Mason, the more turned on I am by the situation. I reach for both Ethan and Noah and using both hands at once I begin to stroke them in rhythm to Mason and Enzo.

I jerk off the two of them until they’re so close to coming, their cocks are nothing but hard ridges of velvety pleasure. I want them all to come at once, three guys coming all over me. I want my tits covered, my nipples coated. I want to be showered by their come and I want my pussy to be filled with Enzo’s release. I need all of them, all of them on me and in me, at once.

Mason is still on top of me, and he reaches behind me, rubbing my clit so nice and tight, and I’m whimpering under him, unable to think straight as a riotous orgasm rolls through me.

When it happens, it’s insanity. I’m shaking, crying and smiling all at one.

“This is more than I imagined,” I moan.

“Oh God, Chloe,” Enzo says. “You’re squirting all over, your cunt is so fucking wet, you’re coming, just, oh yeah…” He groans, coming too.

I still want more. I want forever.

Enzo finishes and pulls his still hard cock from my pussy and Mason moves off me so I’m not breaking under the pressure.

All four of them look down at me, my body on display for them and I know they love what they see. We all start grinning like fools. Completely smitten, and totally in love.

“We’re gonna do this again, right?” I ask my lovers.

“Oh, Chloe,” Ethan says. “We’re gonna do this forever.”

And just like that, I’m flipped to my hands and knees, my hair is pulled back from my face and my body is once again filled with the most perfect cocks ever imagined.Chapter 19ChloeSo many of the memories of my life are filled with fear.

The memories I have of my mom before I went to foster care? None of them are pretty.

I have memories of the foster homes I was in over the years...bullies at school... feeling so isolated and alone. Not being able to trust the guidance counselors who said they were trying to help or the social workers that promised everything would be okay.

I couldn’t trust them because they were wrong.

Things aren’t always okay.

A lot of times things are messy and hard.

A lot of times things are broken and irreparable.

A lot of times life just beats you down until there is hardly anything left.

But there is always more to the story.

Because those hard times can bring you something more beautiful than you believed possible.

From the wreckage, a beautiful story can be found.

For me, I found that in the arms of Mason and Enzo and Noah and Ethan.

I thought maybe the universe had been playing a cruel trick on me by giving me a taste of exactly what I wanted—and then allowing Jordan to kidnap me.

I thought, of course, Jordan would return and try to take me from the one place I’ve ever felt safe. Of course, Jordan found me and tried ripping me away from the life I thought I might have.

But then, like the sun breaking through the clouds, the light at the end of the tunnel…my guys came for me.

Me.

They fought for me.

They weren’t letting Jordan win. They weren’t letting him take what was theirs.

And I am theirs.

I know a lot of people won’t understand this relationship. Won’t understand how I can cut my heart into four equal pieces and offer it to each of these guys..., and yet also offer them each my whole heart.