I managed to open my eyes long enough to see him roll the latex down his thick erection. While he did, Von and Brade each took one of my legs and spread me ‘til I was so goddamn open, I thought I might split in half. At the other end up by my head, Cato slapped his cock against my face, alternately letting me have a taste, and then pulling it away.
Before Anson entered me, he bent to tease my hard clit. He flicked my sensitive flesh with his tongue, leaving me writhing in the hands of all the others.
“Please fuck me, Anson. I need it. Please,” I begged, knowing that another release would only whet my appetite for more. I was an insatiable animal.
“Ooohhh,” I groaned as he slipped his swollen head just inside me. As he ventured deeper, I moaned for more and opened my mouth so Cato could feed me his hard cock.
Salty precum filled my mouth, and Anson inched deeper inside me. When Von and Brade hoisted my legs higher, my pussy clenched. Waves rolled through me as my guys each marked me in one way or another, and with one last thrust, I tumbled into the most beautiful oblivion a girl had ever seen. The screams I heard must have been my own, even though I wasn’t entirely sure, and one after the other, the guys roared with their own orgasms, either coming in or on me. I was covered in hot, sticky cum, weak and mumbling like a fiend.
“I love you,” I murmured to the guys, which was met with a return chorus of additional I love you’s that repeated until it was the last thing I’d heard from the men I gave my heart to. I passed out like I had the night before, thrilled to be in the arms of so much love.
Chapter 29
Maizy
Had you told me how different my life would be several weeks after that fateful gathering at Brade’s, well, I never would have believed you. Life had been a non-stop frenzy of activity, and it seemed like it would never end.
Kind of like my love for the guys. All four of them.
It had all started with Eva. Which was kind of funny, because it all kind of ended with her, too.
And in the end, I didn’t mind her that much.
She sauntered by my cube one day the way she did when she was going to ask me nosy, inappropriate questions.
“Say, Maizy. How are things with Anson?”
She asked me this at least once a week.
“Wonderful, Eva. He’s a great guy. Why?”
She shifted in her designer pumps, which she didn’t even change t
o commute in, like nearly everyone else in New York did. She actually took the subway in those things.
She looked at the back of her hand and pretended to brush away a speck of lint or dirt.
“Well, it’s just that I could have sworn I saw you kissing Cato the other day.”
Boom. There it was. She’d finally spit it out. How it must have been eating at her.
And you know what? I could not have cared less. At that point, I wasn’t interested in whether she approved of me, liked me, thought I was smart, or the office whore. Nothing. I no longer gave two shits about that sad, narrow-minded woman. And I no longer cared about the law firm or the damn promotion she’d never given me. Fuck her.
“Yes, Eva, I was kissing Cato.”
“Um, well, how do you think Anson would feel about that?” she asked.
Clearly, she was ready to take great pleasure in fucking me over by informing him.
“He knows.”
She cleared her throat, but it came off as more of a little choking sound.
“What? What do you mean ‘he knows’?”
“He knows. The two guys know each other. I’m dating them both.” Was it too soon to tell her I was actually dating four guys? Or would her head explode?
“Oh.”