Our Love Story

I’m coated in them, looking like a fucking porn star and I love it. I wish we had taped this so I could watch this moment repeatedly. So I could see three of the loves of my life surrounding me as I am coated in their semen, with their manhood all over me.

I run my hands over my belly—I move my hands down to my pussy and I start touching myself. And they start touching themselves all over again. Their hard cocks surround me, and my knees drop to the bed, my tits bouncing as I touch myself faster and faster, my clit a hard nub, throbbing with desire. I use my fingers to spread my pussy lips, moving harder and harder against myself.

My back arches, my head falls back, my tits moving so fast they are bouncing against one another. And my pussy? Oh, my pussy is dripping. I’m a fucking fountain and my men love it because as I come hard, they start pumping their own cocks harder and harder.

Their dicks are in my face, surrounding me; I want them to shower me with more ribbons of come.

“Oh God, oh, oh, yes,” I moan, the pleasure rolling around me, unable to ground itself. And I don’t care.

I want to fly. I want to fly now and I want to fly forever.

And then, I know they’re close, so I pull Ethan to the bed, straddling him and plunging his hard, massive cock deep inside of me. My head is at eye level with Noah’s cock, and I pull him into my mouth without thinking about it, sucking hard.

Then I smack my own ass, urging Enzo to come closer, begging him to open my hole again and fill me with himself. I need three cocks inside me at once. And I need them now.

When I told them I needed them tonight, I meant it.

My head bobs up and down, my tits are held in place by Ethan’s strong hands, and my ass, oh God it feels so fucking good as Enzo fills me up from behind, inching his thick uncircumcised cock inside of me.

Then I can’t breathe or think or see. All I can do is fuck. So, I do, harder and harder, moving against these men until my clit is on fire, until my pussy is rubbed, until my mouth is full, until my ass filled.

This is everything.

This is more than sex, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m not their sex toy. If you want to play that game, what would that make all four of them? My sex slaves?

This is not just sex.

This is vulnerability. This is uninhibited freedom. This is absolute devotion.

This moment, with all four of us coming, my body filled with their creamy release—this is love.

And this—all of this—is mine.Chapter 33ChloeI wake in the arms of Noah, spooning Enzo, with Ethan stirring beside us. I smile sleepily, feeling so content and at peace. We open our eyes, knowing that the day is going to be jam-packed. It’s the first day of ExSports, and there’s a big ceremony starting the day off with a bang.

We all just force ourselves out of bed, and I pull on Noah’s T-shirt, it skims just below my butt cheeks, and I want to sneak into Mason’s room delivering him his morning coffee, along with a morning kiss, to let him know how much I love and miss him.

I walk into the kitchen and start making the pot of coffee. Not finding coffee mugs, I open a cupboard and reach high to the top shelf.

“You walk around like that?” I hear Amy sputter behind me. I twirl around tugging down the hem of my T-shirt, forgetting that she was here.

And forgetting to put on a pair of panties.

“Do you think my brother would approve of that?”

Just then Drew walks in. “Approve of what?” he asks.

Amy rolls her eyes. “My brother’s girlfriend walking around without any underwear on. There’s like four other guys living in this house. I just think it’s totally inappropriate.” Drew’s eyes get wide as he looks me up and down. I’m suddenly very conscious of the fact I’m not wearing a bra either. My nipples poke through the thin cotton, and I cross my arms not wanting to give more of myself to these people than I have to.

“So you must be Mason’s sister,” Drew says looking her over.

“And you must be the asshole who slept with my brother’s girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” I add, not wanting any part of their conversation. “Drew slept with Mason’s ex-girlfriend.”

Amy laughs. “Oh yeah, now he’s with you. A girl who thinks it’s appropriate to—” She purses her lips. “Never mind, you know what? I don’t have to discuss this with you.” Amy grabs a cup of coffee and walks out of the kitchen, toward the deck.