Page 133 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

And I loved it.

Mason’s fingers trailed over my parted thighs, barely there, teasing me with the lightest brush of his knuckles against my aching center.

My hips lifted involuntarily, chasing his touch, but he pulled back with a wicked smirk.

“Not yet, babe.”

Owen’s hands were in my hair, tilting my head back so he could devour my mouth, his kiss deep and unrelenting.

His other hand skimmed down my body, pausing just below my ribs, fingers spreading possessively over my stomach.

“You'll come when we say,” he murmured against my lips, his voice thick with promise.

Ethan chuckled from where he kneeled at the foot of the bed, his callused palms sliding up my calves, over my knees, pushing my legs further apart.

“Mmm, the scent of you,” he rasped, dragging his knuckles along the inside of my thigh, watching as I trembled. “Already soaked, already desperate. You need this, don’t you?”

I whimpered, my body tightening at the sound of his voice, the weight of their gazes.

Mason’s fingers slipped lower, ghosting over my clit, nothing more than a tease.

“Say it,” he demanded, his grip tightening on my thigh. “Tell us exactly what you want.”

The words stuck in my throat, my head spinning from their touches, from the sheer intensity of the moment.

Ethan’s mouth curved into a slow, knowing smirk. “Looks like we'll have to pull it out of you.”

Owen’s fingers gripped my chin, forcing my gaze to his. “We can take our time, baby. We can make you beg.”

I whimpered, my thighs trembling. “Please.”

Mason rewarded me with a single stroke, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure through my core before pulling away again.

I gasped, frustration coiling tight in my belly.

Ethan hummed. “Not good enough.”

Mason traced a finger down the seam of my slick heat, teasing my entrance before retreating once more. “Try again.”

My breath hitched. My entire body was on fire, strung so tight I thought I might snap.

“I need you,” I gasped. “Please…just…”

Owen’s thumb brushed over my bottom lip. “Tell us exactly what you want, Aurora.”

My restraint frayed, my need overwhelming. “I need your mouths, your fingers, your cocks. I need to come, over and over, until I can’t think anymore. Please.”

A low, satisfied growl rumbled from Mason’s chest. “That's more like it.”

Ethan was the first to move, spreading me wide, his mouth descending on me with slow, devastating precision.

His tongue traced wicked patterns over my clit, alternating between teasing flicks and firm, unrelenting pressure.

I cried out, my body jolting, but Mason’s hands pressed my hips down, keeping me exactly where they wanted me.

Owen’s mouth traced the column of my throat, his teeth scraping just enough to make me shudder. “You really do smell delicious.”

Ethan groaned against me, his tongue delving deep, his fingers joining the torment, sliding inside me with slow, curling strokes that sent me spiraling higher.

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