Page 134 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

My head tipped back, a strangled moan breaking free. “Oh, God.”

Mason’s thumb brushed my nipple, pinching just enough to make my back arch. “You're gonna give us every last drop, sweetheart.”

Owen pressed a kiss to my temple, his voice dark, commanding. “Come for us.”

And I did.

The pleasure hit like a tidal wave, my body tightening, shaking, the belt biting into my wrists as I pulled against it.

Ethan didn’t stop, his tongue ruthless, dragging out my orgasm until I was a trembling, whimpering mess beneath them.

Before I could catch my breath, Mason was shifting lower, his hands gripping my thighs as he replaced Ethan, his mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to my oversensitive skin.

I shuddered, gasping. “I can’t.”

“You can.” Owen’s fingers tangled in my hair, his voice pure sin. “And you will.”

Ethan smirked, watching as Mason licked into me with slow, agonizing strokes. “We’re not stopping until you're wrecked.”

I whimpered, pleasure twisting sharp and unbearable, but the restraint, the intensity, the sheer hunger in their eyes—it was everything.

Mason groaned against me, his tongue flicking over my clit with devastating precision. “Gonna make you scream, babe.”

Owen’s lips brushed against my ear. “Loud enough for the whole damn town to hear.”

Ethan chuckled, his fingers curling around my throat in a loose grip as he watched me unravel beneath them. “And then we’re gonna do it all over again.”

My body was still trembling, oversensitive and weak from the waves of pleasure they had wrung from me, but they weren’t done.

Not even close.

The belt was gone, my wrists free. But they weren’t letting me go.

Owen’s hands were on me first, flipping me onto my stomach with a roughness that made me gasp.

Mason’s palm pressed between my shoulder blades, keeping me down, the weight of him making me shiver.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice dark with promise. “But we’re just getting started.”

Ethan’s fingers traced down my spine, slow and possessive, following the path of his mouth as he kissed down my back. My body arched instinctively, craving more, but Mason’s grip kept me pinned.

“Look at her,” Ethan murmured, his voice filled with something dangerously close to reverence. “So fucking perfect like this.”

I turned my head, catching Owen’s gaze.

His eyes burned, his jaw tight as he unbuckled his belt, the sound making my breath catch.

Mason’s lips brushed my ear. “You ready to be ours, sweetheart?”

I whimpered, my body aching for them, my mind already lost in them. “Yes.”

Owen’s chuckle was dark, full of wicked intent. “Then open that pretty mouth.”

Heat curled low in my stomach at the sheer command in his voice.

I obeyed without hesitation, parting my lips as he stroked his thumb over them, his cock hard and heavy in his grip.

“That's it,” he murmured. “Holy hell, Aurora.”

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