“Sure,” Mason rumbled before leaning down to nibble my bare throat. His breath smelled of whiskey. “All you have to do is ask, Katy baby. If you’re ready, then we’re ready.”
Trent scraped long, black hair back from his face, eyes penetrating my very soul.
“You know we belong to you as well, sweetheart. Even if you’re the one wearing our colors.”
And with that, the man threw me onto the bed, my curvy form bouncing and jouncing.
What in the world?
Had he really tossed me around like I weighed nothing?
But it was true. These men are strong alphas, and my weight was nothing to them.
Alpha Prime advanced, three male bodies hard and ready to take. I licked my lips with excitement and opened my mouth, ravenous suddenly.
Trent’s dick was first.
Huge. Pulsing. So hard.
I licked the damp head, sucking it like a lollipop.
Mmm. Soft and yet rigid at the same time.
My pussy fluttered with desire, getting slick and eager. I sighed and reached out for Mason and Nick then. A thick piece of meat slid into my left hand, the head wet with lust. Sighing, I rubbed it.
“She's going to fucking kill me.” Nick groaned. “Can you die from coming too much?”
The hard dick jerked in my hand, a small spurt wetting my palm. A moan escaped my lips as I leaned back onto the bedspread, eyes closed.
This was heaven. I had a dick in my mouth, and another in my hand. Where was the other? My right hand reached around blindly, grasping at air.
But nothing came.
Because the men cared about me.
“She's tired,” came a low, masculine voice. “Let her rest up.” Who said that? I couldn't tell who because my eyes were closed and they all sounded so similar. The dick in my mouth drizzled over my tongue sweetly, as I swallowed and moaned softly once more.
But the male voices kept talking.
“Yeah, our girl is sleepy. Let’s go and let her get some rest.”
The cock in my mouth popped out of my mouth. No!
An unhappy mewl escaped my mouth, and I re
ached for it, trying to find my lucky joystick. Fortunately, a dark chuckle rumbled through the room and the shaft slid between my lips again, rubbing over my tongue.
Hmmm. Perfect.
My eyes fell closed.
“She's such a natural cock slut,” a male tone from somewhere above me. “I love it.”
By now, I was so tired that the voices were blending in my head. And yet happiness coursed through my exhausted body, my form floating on a cloud.
“When we fuck her pussy, she's going to love it too,” another male rasped.
“And you'll be in heaven.”