Page 116 of #Bossholes

I can’t stop touching him.

Maverick wraps my hair around his hand and guides me up and down while Wyatt kneels beside us, toying with my nipples. He’s pinching, tugging, and flicking his fingers back and forth, working me very quickly toward a second orgasm.

There’s a snapping sound, like a bottle being opened, and something wet dribbles down the crack of my ass.

And then Maverick’s there, working his fingers inside my pussy alongside Brantley’s dick. Oh, fuck.Fuck. It burns for a second, but the dull pain morphs to pleasure as he begins to move.

Brantley grits his teeth, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. He lets out a grumbled curse and takes a few deep breaths, gripping my thighs to still my hips. Maverick’s fingers continue to work in and out of me, driving me higher and higher.

I’m already so full, yet greedy for more.

“Fuck. I’m ready. I’m ready for your dick.” I release a hiss as he removes his fingers, but then the bed dips, his hand is at my shoulder, and his dick is pressing at my entrance.

My entire freaking body tenses, and I think I forget how to breathe.

“Relax, baby girl.” Wyatt is at my ear whispering, one of his hands traveling down to rub my clit. “Let him in.”

My head falls back, and I squeeze my eyes closed as I struggle to relax. But then I feel Brantley’s hands digging into my thighs, Maverick’s touch so gentle on my shoulder, and Wyatt strumming my clit.

I sink into every single sensation and let myself just fucking feel. My skin is electric, charged, waiting for me to detonate.

Maverick pushes inside me, moving gradually, bit by bit, inch by inch, and when he’s fully seated in my pussy, an animalist sound claws its way out of my throat.

Goddamn.

I’m lost, so freaking lost to the feel of them both inside me, of Wyatt’s hands all over my body. And then they move against each other. One pushes forward while the other draws back. It’s amazing. Every time they move, Brantley’s dick presses against my g-spot and instead of seeing stars, I’m pretty sure I’m getting glimpses of entire galaxies.

This isn’t just a fucking—it’s a reckoning, it’s coming home. This is where I belong, right between these three men.

They pick up the pace, fucking me harder, deeper. They’re everywhere, touching, caressing, making me feel so damn good.

Someone’s grunting. Moaning. Whimpering.

I think the last one is me.

A tremor rushes through me. My thighs are quaking. I’m squeezing so tightly around the both of them. I’m on fire, burning from the inside out.

Getting hotter and hotter…and then my second orgasm runs through me, and I freaking black out.

I sure as hell can’t see, I can’t hear; I’m not sure if I’m even breathing. All is can do is hold on to Brantley and let wave after wave of pleasure crash down on me.

Maverick grunts and curses, thrusting a few more times until he stills and empties inside me. Brantley is right behind him, groaning my name, his cum mixing with Maverick’s.

They weren’t kidding about testing my birth control. I’m gonna be dripping with them for days.

“Fuck me.” Wyatt’s breathing is heavy, and he leans back, his orgasm painting his stomach.

We don’t move, we don’t talk. We just collapse in a heap of limbs, tangling together like we were meant to.

I love them more than I thought was ever possible. I never expected to find one person to complete me, let alone three. Our relationship is unconventional, with feelings that came on fast and strong, but it’s ours. It’s perfect. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

There was a time when they were obnoxious, demanding, egotistical, and selfish. They were bossholes to everyone but me.

And now?

These men are my present, my future, the loves of my life, and I can’t wait to start this next chapter together.

SIXTY-TWO

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