I’m going to come. I’m going to come this way.
“You’re our needy little princess, aren’t you, sweetheart? Your perfect little cunt only wants our cocks, doesn’t it?” Jace demands. I nod, with tears in my eyes. I’m theirs. Theirs to do as they please.
“Our cocks, Tierney,” Jace growls deep. “You’re a little slut princess only for our cocks, aren’t you, beautiful?”
“Yes,” I sob.
Jace’s hand slips down to my clit, straining under the weight of Colter’s shaft embedded into me. Nolan penetrates my ass more fully now. I can’t explain the sensation except that it’s brutal and beautiful all at the same time.
Jace slaps my clit so hard, I shudder and disintegrate, and the orgasm that pours out of me soaks Colter's stomach.
But I need more. I need Jace inside me as well. He doesn’t make me wait.
Except the instant I feel his cock lined up next to Nolan’s at the entrance of my ass, panic soars through me, and I shake my head.
Colter reaches up and kisses me slowly, gently. He gets me to lose myself in his mouth, and when I’m lulled enough, Nolan and Jace thrust their cocks inside me.
Everything stills. I don’t breathe. I push Colter away, then I want him closer.
“Ours,” Colter says. “Your body is our home. Welcome us in.”
I want to shake my head and stop everything. They’re too big. But I love them. I am their home. I want to welcome them in. And I do.
I relax, I breathe, and I unclench the tight walls of my pussy around Colter’s cock and the flesh of the most intimate, forbidden part of me to let Nolan and Jace in.
I cry in wonder and pride and love as they simultaneously make their passage into me. Until all three of them are so deeply woven inside me, I don’t know where they begin, and I end.
I’m in a trance-like state, on another level. I’m a queen, and they’re my kings. When they take control of my body, I bow to them. And when they come inside me, flooding me with cum, I bask in their love and hold them tighter to me.
I accidentally matchmade myself. I went around it the long way, but hey, I’m Tierney Vaughn, soon to be Mrs. Lone River. I don’t do things half-assed.
Epilogue
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