Page 50 of The Triple Play

He was uncut. Fucking Canadians.

His deep red tip bulged from the end, his foreskin rolling back to reveal streaks of clear precum, but then it was dragging over my slit and dipping down where I couldn’t see it anymore.

“Let’s keep that mouth occupied,” Colton grinned, tightening his grip on my hair again as he pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down, his cock springing free with ease. He wasn’t even wearing boxers. “Xav, you need lube or are you good?”

The tip of Xavi’s length pressed against my entrance, slipping just barely inside with ease. I nearly passed out right there. “Nah, man, she’s fucking soaked,” he rasped, hooking his elbows under my knees. “But pass it down just in case.”

I barely noticed the exchange, not when my head was being led right to Colton’s cock. My mouth opened on instinct, taking him in, shifting my body weight to my other elbow, and I felt Cole sink down a little to my right, felt his hand trailing down my body, felt his breath along my shoulder.

Xavi pressed in a couple of inches, and my restraint snapped instantly. He wasbreakingme open, the stretch of him bordering almost on painful but not quite, and I whimpered loudly around Colton’s length.

“You’re doingsowell, Annie,” Cole whispered, his fingers finding my achingly sensitive clit in half a second. He touched me gently, just enough to add pleasure and not overwhelm me, just enough to help me relax around Xavi. “You’re all right.”

“She’s more than all right,” Colton hissed, pushing me just a little deeper on him, his hips meeting my head halfway.

Xavi groaned as he sunk another couple of inches, and then more, my body opening for him as best it could. “Fucking hell, baby.” His words were broken, his voice cracking, his breathing heavy enough that I could hear it from here. “You’re gonna kill me.”

Things turned into a blur — Xavi sunk in fully and started moving, the sensation alone nearly enough to drive me to another orgasm. Cole kissed my skin and circled my clit, not a care in the world that he was wildly close to touching Xavi, his touch shifting as the sensitivity from my release died down and grew firmer, faster. Colton used my mouth like it was a goddamn toy, but Ilovedit, each touch purposeful to get a rise out of us both. He gave himself breaks, pulling me off him to let me kiss him or Cole and catch his breath, trying to drag this out for himself for as long as he possibly could.

Xavi pushed my knees back, bending me nearly in half and raising my ass higher off the bed, his thrusts harder, needier,greedier. He buried himself in me over and over, so deep there was nowhere else to go, hitting the spot inside of me that made me cry out. He wasn’t as relentless as Colton had been, but each thrust pushed me closer and closer to another orgasm, his grunts turning into moans and whimpers so goddamn cute that I wanted to record them and play them back on a loop constantly.

“Come with me, Annie,” he begged, his fingers digging into the backs of my thighs hard enough that his nails were pressing in. “Fuck, please, baby.”

I couldn’t have held back if I wanted to. Cole’s hands, Colton’s heated breath against my lips, and Xavi’s movements were too much, too insane, and the second Xavi’s hips started to stutter, I broke again, my face contorting, my body twitching and writhing beneath all three of them.

“Yes,yes,” Xavi croaked, his body tipping forward over me, my walls tightening around him as he broke, too. His hands raked up my body, pushing both of them out of the way, and his mouth met mine sloppily as he drove himself into me a couple more times, pushing his release deeper in, riding out the tail end as I struggled to come down from the high.

I felt like I was floating when he pushed the hair back from my face, his messy kisses turning softer by the second, his groans quieting down.

“You sure?” Cole asked, but I wasn’t sure what it was about.

“Yeah, man,” Colton answered.

There was movement on the bed, and suddenly the space to my right was empty. Xavi tucked a hand beneath my waist and rolled us effortlessly, his back on the comforter and my limp body on top of his. His length slid out of me, his cum dripping down over my clit, and no, no,no, I felt too empty now.

But before I could even voice my complaint, strong, gentle hands were coaxing my rear into the air, lifting me up onto my knees. I pulled my mouth from Xavi’s in a daze, but found Colton just a few inches from my head, his fingers catching my chin and lifting me from that end until I was up on my hands, too.

That left only one option for whose cock was nudging against my entrance now, since Xavi was beneath me and Colton was in front of me, looking down at me with that shit-eating grin that made his dimple pop. “Such a good girl,” Colton cooed, his thumb dragging across my lower lip. “You’re taking us so much better than I thought you would. You don’t want to stop, do you?”

I shook my head.

Colton shifted a little closer and pulled me toward him just a little more, forcing Cole to move further up to keep up, angling us so Xavi’s head was just beneath my breasts. “Arch your back, sweetheart,” he growled, the words an order as his free hand pressed down on the small of my back.

Cole pressed in the moment my back arched further, my body not needing time to adjust after already being fucked the first time — but it felt so entirely different.

He sunk right in till the hilt, his hands gripping my hips like I might run, and I briefly wondered what the fuck the three of them ate to get so goddamn large.

“Feels like a dream, huh?” Colton chuckled above me.

Cole groaned. “Damn right.”

The two of them didn’t waste a second. Cole started moving and Colton pressed against my lips until I let him in, and the goddamn world spun around me. Xavi caught his breath beneath me, his hands roaming my body, his mouth trailing kisses across my chest and sucking at the skin.

Cole was gentle with his movements, letting the curve of his length do most of the work for him, and my god, itdid. It pressed into places I didn’t even know would get a rise out of me. Colton guided my head for me, his hand tucked beneath my jaw, his fingers and thumb digging in on either side of my neck and keeping me angled just right to take him as he wanted. He pushed my boundaries, made me gag, held my head on him for just a little bit longer than I thought I could take — the juxtaposition of gentleness at one end and Colton’s promise of roughness at the other was so confusing I was worried my brain was breaking.

Xavi’s hand found my center, his fingers deftly working the overly sensitive bundle of nerves, his other dragging across my ribs, my breast, my sides. Everything was a mess of sensation, and I was so lost in it, dragged under the current and blissfully choosing to never breathe again.

“Pass me that,” Colton grunted.

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