Page 52 of Triplet Tease

Incredibly slowly, I slipped the bra strapsdown over my shoulders, to hint at what was coming next. I was surethey could have guessed.

Finn tore off his shirt. Well, he didn’texactly rip it. Buttons didn’t fly across the room like bullets,but it came off at lightning speed. And when he did that, it promptedthe other two to pull their tees over their heads. It was as if theywere some three-man, hot hunk dance troupe.

Suddenly, I was reminded about just how fitthese guys were underneath it all. Flat stomachs, visible abs. Chestsand arms to die for. I gulped and had to forcibly remind myself thatthese model specimens of maleness actually liked the full-figured me.

I had all their attention.

I loosened my bra and let it fall over the sideof the railing.

One of the brothers cat-called, anotherwhistled, and I felt sexy.

Wearing nothing but heels and panties, and withmy breasts bouncing freely, I decided it was time to continue mydescent toward the three hunks who watched my every move like hungrytigers ready to pounce.

There was a time when I would have feltvulnerable and too frightened to perform a striptease. Doing it infront of these men made me feel desirable, sexy, and strong.

Continuing to dance, I moved between each ofthem. They all watched, their faces glazed with approval. They seemedto be breathing a little heavier. Their mouths formed big satisfiedgrins, and lust filled their eyes.

I danced in the middle of the three guys andslowly backed into Eton. When we were touching, I leaned forward veryslightly to rub my ass against him provocatively while the other twocould appreciate my swinging breasts.

Eton groaned. His arm wrapped around me sofast, and his hand was over my crotch.

He groaned again. “Fuck.”

By grabbing my crotch, he’d discovered justhow wet my panties were. In an instant, his fingers had slipped underthe sodden fabric and were exploring my folds.

It was my turn to moan.

“Guys, this girl is so wet for us.” Etonshared his discovery so that, just like in my fantasies, these menknew how much performing for them turned me on. And how I wanted themto talk about me between themselves.

“Good, cos I’m ready to fuck her now.”

Finn’s words made me shudder. They used suchcrude language only for sex, well aware of how much it turned me on.

He moved closer to me and took hold of both mynipples between his fingers in the way he often did before gentlypulling and pinching. I wasn’t into pain, not at all; well, maybejust a tiny little bit. What he did to me wasn’t torture butexcellent — he’d discovered over the past couple of months mynipples had a direct connection to my clit.

And Eton must have felt every damp part of meswell and throb.

Harry also came closer. He grasped a clump ofmy hair. He never ever pulled it to hurt, but held it just tightenough for me to know he had hold of it. “You want the three of usto fuck you?”

I whimpered. He knew I did. They all knew it.And I loved hearing them talk about it.

“Do you want all of our hard cocks insideyou?” he asked. “One after the other?”

Oh. God. Yes.

“You’re the one who danced like that toturn us on. Tell us what you want, sexy girl.”

Harry knew damn well what his words did to me.Every time. He could practically bring me to orgasm with words alone.

“Yes. Tell us.” Eton joined in with thequestions. “You like the idea of turning on a group of guys andhaving them fuck you?”

I was panting. My pussy ached for more thanEton was giving me. “Yes,” I said.

Harry kissed the side of my face, and I knew hewanted me to say more than that.

“Yes. I want you three brothers to fuck me.”

“You need to do something for us first,” hegrowled in my ear.

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